Disclaimer: Not mine.
Pairings: Ed/Roy, Al/Winry.
Notes: Slightly OOC-Roy.
It was Valentine’s Day, a day for
So why was it, Roy Mustang
wondered, that he couldn’t find his?
“Has ANYONE seen Edward?” he asked
his office staff plaintively.
since yesterday,” Havoc said, investigating a box of chocolates which
had appeared on his desk that morning. “Have you tried the library?”
“When did you see him last?” Fury
Roy pursed his lips in annoyance,
“Last night. When I woke up this morning, he was gone.”
staff exchanged an amused look which, unfortunately, Roy caught. Adding
this to his list of things that Ed was going to pay for (when he FOUND
the little runt, that is), he stalked off to try his final resort.
The door to the house opened and an
attractive, fair-headed man grinned at him saucily.
“Oh, good morning Roy,” Alphonse
said cheerily, clearly trying not to laugh. “How are you today?”
gave the younger man a glare which, in former times, would have had him
scurrying for cover and apologising frantically. Al’s smile only
widened into a... was that a smirk? It WAS a smirk. Alphonse Elric was
actually SMIRKING at him.
Roy fumed silently, and added
another item to the list.
he said finally. “I seem to have mislaid your brother.” He pitched his
voice deliberately louder for the next part. “Possibly I dropped him
under a desk or something, and you know how hard it is to find him
He waited. Silence.
“He’s not here,” Al said. “Would
you like to come in for a cup of tea?”
Roy shot him a Look and Al wiped
some of the more obvious mirth off his face. “Alphonse...”
“Who is it?” Winry popped up behind
Al. “Oh hello Roy! You’re right on time! Ed said you’d probably be here
“Where is he?” Roy said quickly.
Winry widened her eyes at him,
“Where is who?”
Watching Roy’s fists clench Al let
out a nervous laugh and grabbed his arm. “How about that cup of tea?”
at the kitchen table, Roy sipped at his tea. “Are you going to tell me
where Fullmetal’s hidden himself?” he asked finally.
Winry and Al exchanged a look.
Roy sighed and lay back, forcing
himself to relax. “This is because of last year, isn’t it?”
coughed, “Well, you know my brother. He hates making fusses. And
filling his bedroom with pink and red balloons was a bit over the top.”
Roy’s lips twitched as he
remembered the expression on Ed’s face when he’d woken up.
“And the banner in the front yard
was a bit... large,” Al continued.
then there was the part when you presented him with all that chocolate
body paint in front of the entire office,” Winry added tartly. “Did you
REALLY expect him to stick around and let you tease him all day again
“But it’s Valentine’s Day!” Roy said
plaintively, giving them his best puppy-dog eyes. Both Al and Winry
looked unimpressed, and Roy finally dropped his gaze. “It’s possible
that I went a bit overboard,” he admitted. “But he reacts so amusingly!”
“He’s not a TOY, Mustang,” Al’s
voice went dangerously low.
no point getting upset about it, Al,” Winry said, sighing and shaking
her head. “Those two are weird, and you just have to accept it.”
you at least tell me when he’s coming BACK?” Roy asked, managing to
avoid making comments on Al and Winry’s own relationship. He could see
at least three wrenches within arms reach of the girl.
The duo smiled sweetly at him and
said nothing. Roy began to feel distinctly outnumbered.
“Very well then,” he said, standing
to leave. “Thank you for the tea.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” They
sing-songed at him as he left.
Mustang was not a man to sulk, but he came very close to it over the
rest of the day, despite the piles of chocolates and sundry other gifts
he accumulated from various admirers.
None of which were from Ed.
a quiet lull, he reached into a drawer and took out an envelope. He
smiled fondly as he slid the card inside onto his desk. Edward would
never be romantic, but occasionally he could force himself to pretend.
The card represented his last years Valentine’s Day gift. There was no
picture on the front, and the inside merely wished him a “Happy Day,
The day wore on in its
usual fashion, despite the absence of a certain short alchemist, until
5pm, at which point Roy found himself being almost forcibly ejected by
his staff, all of whom had plans they refused to break for anything
short of a natural disaster.
As he walked home Roy allowed
himself a small amount of optimism. Valentine’s Day was nearly over,
and surely, surely
Ed would come home for the evening, if not the night. So they wouldn’t
be able to get a restaurant or anything at this late time, they could
still have an enjoyable evening. A quiet, candle-lit dinner, soft music
playing, maybe a brief dance... he’d even let Ed lead this time.
became aware that he was making concessions already in hopes that Ed
would hear his thoughts and show up. Perhaps the day really DID make
people “mushy”, as Ed complained, but there was nothing wrong with a
little mush once in a while. Just because Edward Elric didn’t have a
romantic bone in his body...
Roy’s train of thoughts abruptly
derailed as he turned the corner of his street and came into sight of
his house. His jaw dropped open and he stared.
Eventually he regained enough
control to walk closer, and paused outside the house, staring up at it.
sensible, two-storey Victorian-style house was now a two-storey
Valentine’s heart. He slowly let himself in through the gate and
circled the house, peering into a couple of the windows. The interior
seemed more or less the same, but the exterior...
finished his close perusal, he exited the garden and crossed the street
to get a better look at the overall effect. It was still a bright red
heart, with a large ribbon wrapped around it.
“What do you think? Not a bad job
if I do say so myself,” said a cheerful voice from beside his shoulder.
Roy glanced down directly into the
mischeviously-gleaming eyes of Edward Elric.
“My house...” he managed finally.
house,” Ed corrected, examining it critically. “The transmutation went
pretty well, all things considered.” He glanced up at the older man. “I
considered writing, ‘To Roy, from Ed’ across it,” he admitted, “but I
thought that would be kind of tacky.”
“You don’t consider THIS ‘tacky’?”
Roy asked, raising an eyebrow.
You love this kind of shit, don’t try to deny it,” Ed growled. “You
should just be grateful that I made it into one of those cutesy stupid
decorations that people use, instead of a PROPER, biologically
accurate, heart shape.”
Roy winced at the mental image.
“Well, when you put it like that...”
smirked. “Exactly. So anyway, happy Valentine’s Day. Now come on,
dinner’s getting cold.” He seized Roy’s arm and dragged him towards the
house. “And if you like the outside, wait’ll you see what I did to the
BEDROOM,” he purred.
Roy let himself be tugged along as
smile spread across his face. The day was looking up. There was just
one little thing he had to sort out before he could allow himself to
fully enjoy his present.
“You ARE going to be able to put it
back the way it was tomorrow, aren’t you?”
A/N: Way, waaay late for the day I
know, but the idea of Ed transmuting the entire house just appealed to