Solstice Snapshot


A/N: A couple things that will help this make a lot more sense: 1) Winter Solstice is the Amestrian version of Christmas. Why? Why not? 2) Mr. Hawkeye and Chris Mustang know each other through… oh, I don't know. University or something. And now, the story…

"You usually aren't up this late."

"You don't usually go to bed this early."

Roy shrugged. "I'm tired. Anyway, I still need to give you your present for Solstice."

Riza looked confused. "You already did, remember?"

With a bit of a hangdog look, Roy explained, that was from my mother, actually."

"Roy…" Riza shook her head.

Roy grinned guiltily. "Please don't tell," he begged. "I like having hair on my head."

Riza let out a surprised laugh. "She… really?"

Blushing slightly, Roy protested, "It's not funny!" He pulled a small box out of his pocket. "Close your eyes."

Obeying, Riza held out her hands, flinching slightly when something cold and metal was fastened around her neck instead. She opened her eyes, hand flying to her throat. "Roy, what…" she examined her reflection in a window, eyes bright.

"I saw a picture of your mother, and I tried to copy it," Roy explained.

Riza fingered the small spiral, feeling the tiny dot of amethyst at the center, eyes now filled with tears. "Thank you," she managed to choke.

Roy smiled and pulled her into a hug. "No, thank you, Riza. You're my family away from my family. I don't know how you do it, but I do know that I don't thank you nearly enough."

"Don't let your sisters hear that," Riza chided jokingly. "They might think they're being replaced."

Roy shook his head. Riza leaned back a little, looking confused. Roy placed a hand behind her head and leaned in, pressing his lips to Riza's.

Riza froze for an instant, which caused Roy to start to pull back.


Riza wasn't sure if she actually spoke the word, but her mouth formed it, and she tilted her head a little to the side before leaning back in. Roy's grip on Riza's waist tightened, pulling her as close as he could.

A cough from Mr. Hawkeye's room, though it was upstairs, startled them apart.

Riza's small cough sounded as nervous as Roy felt. "Well, good night," she whispered.

Before she could turn to go, however, Roy grabbed her wrist to catch her attention, and kissed her briefly. "Night."

With that, he turned off the sitting room light, and headed to his room.

Riza stood by the window for a moment, fingering the necklace and trying to quell the tears that threatened to overflow. Smiling and in control, she, too, headed to her own room.

Solstice had never been her favorite, but now, maybe, Riza could see its merits.


A/N: This was written to satisfy the romantic in me. I don't want to claim that this is how they would have been as teenagers, but I liked the idea, and figured I could go with it. I mean, even crazy childhoods have their normal moments, don't they?