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Title: Not a Love Letter
Genre: General/Romance
Rating: PG
Pairing: Roy x Ed
Summary: Post-movie. A short letter written by Edward a few years after the movie on Valentine's Day. Not a love letter, as the title indicates.
Warnings: A slight bit of language. Shounen-ai.
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA.
I know this is like one day late for Valentine's Day, and I've already written a fic for that, but this idea came to me last night while I was lying awake in bed, and I just HAD to write it.
Not a Love Letter
Mustang,
I don't even know why I'm writing this. You won't ever be able to read it. I'm just wasting my time. There are loads of other way more important tasks waiting for me to complete. I guess I'm procrastinating, like you always do, you lazy Colonel.
Y'know what? It's Valentine's Day today. I remember you always used to complain that I wasn't romantic enough. You'd try and drag me outside to some high-class restaurant to have a Valentine's special set meal for two. In the end, we've never been, and it's because of me, because I'm not sappy and sweet and bloody romantic like all your girlfriends, and I can't get into the holiday spirit like everyone else. I was convinced that it was for girls, and I'm definitely NOT a girl. And I was sick of the love poems you always got from your admirers. I've never received any myself, and I'm glad. You'd never sent me one either, bastard. Not that I want one, of course.
This year, though, a girl gave me some chocolate and a short love letter. Luckily it wasn't one of those sickly sweet love poems. She asked me out, but I refused. She lives just across the street. I'd never paid much attention to her, anyway. She's not a bad girl, I guess. A petite brunette, with large blue eyes. Those eyes remind me of Winry. So far I haven't come across an alternative of her, nor of you. If I meet an alternative of you, I'd probably punch him harder than I planned to punch Bradley's alternative when I saw him. I don't care whether the alternative is completely innocent or not. Simply looking like you is a crime.
Al's got a Valentine. It's Noah. I should've guessed. The way the two were looking at each other over the past few months was starting to make me feel sick. Al didn't even tell me that he had liked Noah. I think we're gradually drifting apart, us brothers. I'm not angry at him though. I can't expect him to stick with me forever. I mean, we'll both grow up, won't we? He'll probably get married to some girl, if not Noah, and then go off to live with her in a house to themselves. As for me, well, I'm not getting married anytime soon. Don't want to have a heavy burden like a family.
It's getting late now, but there are still couples making out outside. Looking out of the window now, I can already spot three. They're kissing like they're the only ones in the world. Yuck. I wish Al would get back soon. I feel bored. Writing a letter to you isn't interesting enough.
Wait, I think I hear the doorbell. Yeah, there's it ringing again. Al must be back. I'm gonna finish this quickly.
As much as I hate this day, I know you'd like it, so happy Vals Day.
Ed
P.S. I still hate you as much as ever, bastard.
-and I miss you like hell-
Just a note: Ed doesn't write the last bit which is in italics. It's just a little comment he made to himself after he finished writing, a thing which he'd never admit to Roy, nor to anyone else.
Genre: General/Romance
Rating: PG
Pairing: Roy x Ed
Summary: Post-movie. A short letter written by Edward a few years after the movie on Valentine's Day. Not a love letter, as the title indicates.
Warnings: A slight bit of language. Shounen-ai.
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA.
I know this is like one day late for Valentine's Day, and I've already written a fic for that, but this idea came to me last night while I was lying awake in bed, and I just HAD to write it.
Not a Love Letter
Mustang,
I don't even know why I'm writing this. You won't ever be able to read it. I'm just wasting my time. There are loads of other way more important tasks waiting for me to complete. I guess I'm procrastinating, like you always do, you lazy Colonel.
Y'know what? It's Valentine's Day today. I remember you always used to complain that I wasn't romantic enough. You'd try and drag me outside to some high-class restaurant to have a Valentine's special set meal for two. In the end, we've never been, and it's because of me, because I'm not sappy and sweet and bloody romantic like all your girlfriends, and I can't get into the holiday spirit like everyone else. I was convinced that it was for girls, and I'm definitely NOT a girl. And I was sick of the love poems you always got from your admirers. I've never received any myself, and I'm glad. You'd never sent me one either, bastard. Not that I want one, of course.
This year, though, a girl gave me some chocolate and a short love letter. Luckily it wasn't one of those sickly sweet love poems. She asked me out, but I refused. She lives just across the street. I'd never paid much attention to her, anyway. She's not a bad girl, I guess. A petite brunette, with large blue eyes. Those eyes remind me of Winry. So far I haven't come across an alternative of her, nor of you. If I meet an alternative of you, I'd probably punch him harder than I planned to punch Bradley's alternative when I saw him. I don't care whether the alternative is completely innocent or not. Simply looking like you is a crime.
Al's got a Valentine. It's Noah. I should've guessed. The way the two were looking at each other over the past few months was starting to make me feel sick. Al didn't even tell me that he had liked Noah. I think we're gradually drifting apart, us brothers. I'm not angry at him though. I can't expect him to stick with me forever. I mean, we'll both grow up, won't we? He'll probably get married to some girl, if not Noah, and then go off to live with her in a house to themselves. As for me, well, I'm not getting married anytime soon. Don't want to have a heavy burden like a family.
It's getting late now, but there are still couples making out outside. Looking out of the window now, I can already spot three. They're kissing like they're the only ones in the world. Yuck. I wish Al would get back soon. I feel bored. Writing a letter to you isn't interesting enough.
Wait, I think I hear the doorbell. Yeah, there's it ringing again. Al must be back. I'm gonna finish this quickly.
As much as I hate this day, I know you'd like it, so happy Vals Day.
Ed
P.S. I still hate you as much as ever, bastard.
-and I miss you like hell-
Just a note: Ed doesn't write the last bit which is in italics. It's just a little comment he made to himself after he finished writing, a thing which he'd never admit to Roy, nor to anyone else.