Author’s Note: I am FINALLY getting around to a story/collection I’ll actual update. At the moment, I think I have three that are just sitting around in my achieve, gathering dust. I’ve decided to drop two, revise the other, and start this drabble collection, since they seem to be popular in the parental!RoyEd fandom.

Anyways, yes, I will be updating this one frequently (at least once a week) AND I’ll be taking requests every few chapters.

Drabble Number One: Snow-White Bliss
Characters/Pairings: Friendship!Roy and Ed.
Rating: PG for Ed’s mouth.
Comments: For the Holidays. :) And, seeing as Ed is under Roy jurisdiction, that would make him--in my own, perfect FMA world--Ed’s legal guardian. -happy spasm-
Summary: Ed needed to have a bit of fun.

Disclaimer: Nooooo.

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“Fullmetal, I swear, if you don’t sit still I will burn you until you’re nothing but a pile of ashes with automail sticking out of it.”

Ed turned in his seat to glare at the young colonel beside him, but didn’t reply. Instead, he returned his gaze out of the train’s old, cracked window, to the hills covered with snow.

Roy smirked at the boy’s childish attitude toward the white flakes and smooth blankets.

“It’s snow, Edward. You have seen snow before, haven’t you?”

“Don’t be a smartass, Colonel,” Ed hissed.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

Ed sighed, not removing his gaze from the window. “It’s been awhile, okay? Al and I were in deserts for the last two winters. And, when we did visit Central to report to you, there was barely enough snow to make a snowball.”

The younger boy paused.

“The last time I actually played in snow was before Nina died…”

“Ah.” Roy followed Ed’s gaze. He remembered playing in the white stuff when he was a kid, but had given up the anxiously-awaited hobby when he joined the academy. That had been nearly a decade ago. But, he had been sixteen. Ed had given it up at the age of twelve.

“Why didn’t you stay in Central, instead of running around the desert?” Roy asked, a serious expression replacing the smirk.

“Well, you should know that cold weather makes my automail ports hurt. Besides, there were good leads; I couldn’t pass them up,” Ed replied in a terse voice.

Roy knew it wasn’t just because of the boy’s quest and automail, but he didn’t press deeper.

“Well, are you going to have a bit of fun this year?”

Ed gave him a confused look. “Why should I? Al’s in Risembool-”

“Don’t you think he and miss Rockbell would play around in the snow?” Roy asked.

“Well, yeah. I guess so… But the only reason I’m going to Central with you is because the Fuhrer is making me. I have to do some paperwork for my next assignment, remember?” Ed narrowed at the words.

“Oh, c’mon. We do get breaks, Ed. I’ll take you to the park; the snow lays perfectly there because of how flat the terrain is.”

“I don’t need a babysitter!” Ed growled. “I can go to the park by myself.”

“Would you, though?”

Ed opened his mouth, but closed it after a moment. “… No.”

“Okay, then, I’ll take you there so you can have a bit of fun; you’re too uptight.”

Ed glared. “Who’re you to say I’m too uptight? And who says I have to go to the park with you?”

“Your superior.” Roy grinned. “Better yet, your legal guardian.”

“… Bastard.”

Roy smirked at the insult, but he could clearly see the excitement in his subordinate’s eyes.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS!