DISCLAIMER: Me no own.

NOTE: Yes, indeed I hath returneth from NY! Please enjoy!

(Roy's POV)

God, I was bored. Imagine this: sitting in a giant bed in a giant mansion watching your fiancé's favourite movie (Shrek, thankyouverymuch) without your fiancé. It made me positively pissy. Sure, I would see him tomorrow night after a long train ride, but until then I was anxious as ever. I was a bit worried-seeing as there had been a storm in Risembool today and Ed probably was in a lot of pain.

Dammit, see this was my problem. Edward Elric was always on my mind.

Just as I finished that thought, the phone rang. I dived for it, clearing my throat. "Hello?"

"Hi, it's me," I heard the sweetest voice in the world on the other end.

I tried not to sound like I had been desperately waiting for the call (which I had been, but Ed doesn't need his ego built any more). "Oh. Hi Edward. How was your day? You didn't get sick from that storm, did you?"

"Uh…actually…yeah I did. I even threw up a little."

I blinked, a frown immediately making its way onto my face. Edward had never thrown up before during a storm. "W-well…are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm totally fine now." That was a relief. "Me and Winry were at each other's throats though."

I chuckled. He really was a child. "Did you let her get to you, Eddie?" I sang.

"It's not my fault! She called me a little gay boy!"

I spit out my hot chocolate, trying not to snicker.

"Don't laugh, you bastard!" he hissed.

I couldn't help it. It was just too funny. "C'mon, Ed, you gotta admit that she pegged it."

I heard him pout. "I'm not admitting anything."

Silence. I sipped my hot chocolate. Edward sighed.

"I saw you on the press conference."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

He giggled a bit, a weird sound to hear coming from the rough and tough Fullmetal Alchemist. "Yup. Did I ever tell you that you're incredibly sexy when you're all professional like that?"

Dammit Edward. Now I want to kiss you, which I can't, you little tease. "No, I don't recall you saying that before."

"Well you are." Edward paused. "Speaking of politics, what exactly am I going to be when we get married? It would be a bit awkward to call me the First Lady."

Now that he mentioned it, that would be weird. Of course, him in an adorable little white blouse and skirt…that I wouldn't mind seeing. "I know exactly what you're going to be, Edward Elric. You're going to be the Fuhrer's personal slave."

I could feel his face heating up violently through the phone as I said it. But then he surprised me. "Your wish is my command, Master."

I pouted. C'mon Eddie, why do you have to tease me so much?

"Fuhrer Roy Mustang-" a young maid interrupted. "Someone is here to see you."

"Ah, dammit," I muttered. Not again, people bothering me when I got my daily dose of Edward. "Ed, babe, I gotta go."

Silence.

"Edward?"

"Ahahaha….yeah…I'll let you go I guess…" he sounded so hurt, my handsome little fiancé.

The maid tapped her foot anxiously. I shooed her away. "It's not like I want to."

"I know…"

"Do you, pipsqueak? Do you, really?"

"Who're you calling a pipsqueak?" he exclaimed, my poor ear ringing.

I smiled. "See, that sounds more like yourself. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you, Edward Elric."

"I love you too."

I hung up the phone, allowing the maid to lead me down the stairs to greet the ambassador of Xing. We sat at a long table covered in a banquet my chefs had just managed on such short notice.

"So, Mr. Chéng-gong," I put on my fake Fuhrer smile. "How do you like it here in Central?"

He laughed heartily, sipping some wine. "Quite lovely! Alchemy has much to learn from Xing's Alkahestry, though, in my opinion."

I smirked, pulling on my gloves. "But can mere Alkahestry do this?" I snapped my fingers and lit the candles in the center of the table.

"Oh!" he beamed. "You are good, Fuhrer Mustang."

As we talked, I couldn't help but wonder about Edward. Was he alright? I hoped he wasn't picking any more fights with Winry. The last thing he needed was bruises in the shape of wrenches. I hoped he didn't miss me too much. I hated when he got himself depressed, because then he usually ended up doing stupid things.

It wasn't until the Xingese ambassador mentioned it that I realized I was zoning out.

Dammit, see this was my problem. Edward Elric was always on my mind.