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Just you wait

13/02/1915

Dear Roy Mustang,

No, wait.

It's no good to start like that and I'm pretty sure you'd think that as well.

Let's start from the very beginning and forget it ever happened.

So, once again:

Dear Colonel Bastard

It's Valentine's Day tommorow and while you most likely realise what I think about this particular day, I wanted to write to you nevertheless. Yeah, I know; "Fullmetal, you're somewhere in the end of the freaking world, how do you expect for me to even receive this letter?" Well, that might be true; after the explosion in Baschool any traits of me have disappeared and I've probably been declared dead. And, to make thing worse, the Promised Day comes quickly — too quickly if you ask me but what can one do about shit like this?

Oh, joy.

Well, but it seems I've ended up talking about shit I didn't exactly want to tell you in this particular letter.

For, Roy Mustang, this letter is totally about stuff as Valentine's Day, us and this whole concept of love.

It is not easy for me to admit that I've had some... feelings... towards you since, like, a long ago. Hell, in normal circumstances I would probably prefer for you to never, ever find out about this... but, between us two, if we are to die in the next few months, I'd actually like you to know.

I would like you to know, that I, by some strange phenomenon up there, ended up liking you. A lot. Maybe I even love you but now I don't exactly have enough time to think it over thoroughly. I have no fucking idea when it happened — and why, for that matter. It's just, at some point in my life I've come to realise that you aren't just Colonel Bastard anymore. That you stopped being just my incredibly annoying, lazy superior who would send me on countless pointless missions just because you could (as you were back then) and became someone more, like... a partner? Even a friend? More than a friend? I mean I guess?

Hell, I don't even know anymore. It's just that I do like/love you. And I'd like for you to know. Well, I should probably write how much you mean to me, what would I do for you and all that crappy romantic stuff and you most likely do likewise, since you know everything now. Oh, and I guess I should say something cheesy like "People fall in love in mysterious ways" or "Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad?". Shit, you would die laughing, I can bet.

Except I am not going to.

I'm not going to do this because the Promised Days isn't getting any further in time, the long awaited fight with Father is closer and closer... And I do not wish to distract you from this fight by any means. I would actually prefer for you to live this through, thank you very much.

And, as I know that receiving this kind of news (I mean, this whole stuff with liking somebody is still kinda creepy, even for me) would undoubtedly do just what I am trying to avoid...

I will send this to you next year.

I will send it, so you can take me out somewhere.

I will send it this to you only if we are lucky enough to actually survive this shit and we're in a relatively good shape.

Just you wait, you bastard.Don't you even dare to die on me, you hear that?

Just. You. Wait.

Hope you don't die

Edward Elric

PS. Somehow, I have this feeling that you have already known about this. This is freaking me out, help.

25/02/1916

Fullmetal

It's high time, shrimp. I thought you will never confess.

Well, I didn't die. Hope I have come to meet your expectations.

And so you know, your supposed love letters are about as chaotic, as your mission reports; just saying.

Sincerely yours,

Roy Mustang

PS. Of course I knew. You were never particularly discreet individual.

PPS. As you are so demanding, short stuff, what do you say about Saturday at Royal Café at 16:00?

PPPS. You did not send me any congratulations on becoming a general. I demand repayment.

Holy shit, I actually did it. I didn't think I'd have enough courage to post it.

I'm in desperate need of having beta D: