KissMeDeadlyT-T: I've been feeling a lot better lately, and managed to find some free time to write more. :) This is only short because, even though I don't feel like crap right now, I've had major writer's block when it comes to RoyEd. That's another reason it's been taking me so long to update.

The truth is, I feel like I'm falling out of love with this pairing . Don't get me wrong, they are still one of my OTPs, it's just that I've had more exposure to other fandoms and I have more on my mind now. I don't think I'll ever stop writing RoyEd, though – they've been with me for so long. I won't abandon this drabble series or anything, it's just gonna be infrequent like it has been. I'm so sorry, but I hope you guys understand. :) I love you all and thank you again for all the support, and holy crap, I can't believe I'm almost at 900 reviews! *much hearts*


Title: The First Snowfall

Rating: K


The first snowfall of the year was on a Tuesday.

Early that morning, Edward woke up to an empty bed. The first thing he noticed was the lack of another person beside him, but as soon as he heard pots and bangs and the radio playing classic rock downstairs, he relaxed back into his pillow and let out a long, content sigh. The blue comforter wrapped him in a cocoon of warmth that he did not want to leave, but he supposed it would be best if he got out of bed and said good-bye to Roy before the general left for work.

He kicked the blankets to the foot of the bed and dragged himself to the edge, where he sat for a moment, waiting for his brain to kick in. Mornings were never easy. He finally managed to find it in him to stand up. He trudged over to the closet, mindlessly dragging his feet, his automail making a sharp metallic sound against the hardwood with each step. A shiver passed through him as he realized the chill in the room, and he hurried to scramble into the closest things – which just so happened to be a pair of Roy's old sweatpants and one of the dorky Christmas sweaters Alphonse had given him the year before. It was red with white snowflakes and moose on the front, and it even had little Christmas lights that lit up if the battery wasn't dead. It was dorky, but it was warm, so he didn't really care.

He picked up an elastic from the night table, swept his hair up into a messy bun, and grabbed his thick-rimmed glasses (which Roy had forced him to get a couple years ago after his constant complaining about headaches became unbearable) before heading out of the room. The scent of bacon and waffles met him as soon as he neared the stairs, and with a huge grin, he followed it all the way down to the kitchen.

"You're up early," Roy commented as he strolled into the adjoined living room. Ed smiled a bit at the familiar sight of his boyfriend cooking. Roy – pushing thirty-five now – was wearing a plaid flannel shirt, sleeves rolled up, and a pair of loose black sweats, complete with his usual red apron and a cheeky grin. Ed didn't know how the man managed it, but even after all this time, he managed to make Ed's heart melt just by simply being.

"Yeah," Ed replied, stifling a yawn in his hand as he plopped down on one of the barstools facing Roy's counter. "Couldn't sleep over all the noise down here."

Roy rolled his eyes, a gesture that hadn't lost any of its original sarcasm over the years. "That's funny," he said disdainfully, handing Ed a plate of a couple strips of bacon and two chocolate chip waffles. "Did you look outside yet?"

"Warrf?" Ed said through a mouthful of food. When Roy just gave him a mildly disgusted look, he took another moment to savour it, swallowed, then repeated, "What? Why?"

Roy just smirked a bit and nodded his head towards the window. "Go see for yourself."

Frowning, Ed set down his fork and hopped off the barstool. He shuffled over to the bay window and shoved aside the curtains. Immediately, he was met with almost blinding white; he jerked back and squinted his eyes, blinking rapidly until his eyes got used to the brightness. And then he realized what he was looking at.

He released an excited squeal he'd deny for the rest of his life. "It snowed!"

It certainly had. The patchy front lawn was covered in a thick sheet of fluffy white that sparkled in the faint morning sun. The sky was bright blue and Ed could practically see the cold; little puffs of white followed an early-morning couple as they strolled by, toques on, mitten-covered hands intertwined between them. It made Ed's very being warm up and he excitedly hopped off the bay window seat, whirling around to face Roy, his face split in a huge grin.

"It snowed!" he repeated, bouncing on the balls of his feet. It had hardly snowed last year in Central, and the year before that they got two centimetres at best; but this year there was snow. He couldn't even see the grass. He practically vibrated, cheeks pink in exhilaration. He felt like a little kid again – this was the winter he remembered in Risembool. Whatever god there might be must be feeling particularly generous today, because this was the first time in years he'd seen this much snow.

Roy was smiling, obviously amused at Ed's excitement. "I know."

Ed ran over to him and practically tackled him into a hug. Eyes wide, sparkling, grin huge, he whispered, "You have to build a snowman with me."

"I have to go to work."

"Yeah, in two hours! There's lotsa time!"

Roy groaned, but didn't try to shove him away. "Really? I'm thirty-five."

"You're never too old to play in the snow," Ed replied, dead serious. He threw his arms around Roy's neck, grin broadening. "Please? Please? Please?"

Roy sighed. How was he supposed to say no when Ed was so excited. "Fine," he relented. "I suppose you want to forgo breakfast, then?"

"We can eat it after!" Ed was already flying to the laundry room, where they kept their winter stuff. He hurried out moments later with Roy's coat, some scarves, mittens, and hats, tossing them onto the living room floor as he stuffed his legs into a pair of snowpants. "Come on, Roy," he said impatiently, pulling on his coat. "Don't just stand there!"

Roy couldn't help but smile, laughing softly. Ed's enthusiasm was contagious. Shaking his head, unable to wipe the silly grin off his face, he joined Ed in pulling on all the winter stuff he rarely even used. Ed was already running towards the back door before he'd even zipped up his coat. He sighed again and hastily shoved his hands into his mittens before hurrying after him.

"Ed, the snow isn't going anywhere," he said, amused, when he saw Ed impatiently waiting for him at the back door.

"Don't care!" Ed replied immediately. He tugged Roy's hand and opened the door, grinning widely when a blast of cold air blew right into their faces. It was absolutely frigid, but whereas Roy was grimacing and shivering already, Ed blew a white puff into the air, and breathed, "Awesome."

"It's friggin' cold, Ed."

"It's winter!" Ed countered right away, dashing out into the snowy backyard. He flopped down in the middle of it and threw a handful up into the air. When he turned to face Roy, his cheeks were pink and his grin was huge and it melted Roy's heart despite the freezing air. Ed waved his arms. "Are you coming or what?"

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay inside? I can make you some hot chocolate and—"

"Oooorrr, you can play in the snow with me and we can make hot chocolate and eat breakfast when we go back inside." Ed wriggled his eyebrows ridiculously, throwing another puff of snow into the air. "Come on, please?"

And when Ed let out a wonderful, carefree laugh and flopped back into the snow, Roy couldn't find it in himself to say no.


KissMeDeadlyT-T: There's so much snow in my town u don't even know #Canadianproblems

Also: To everyone that I'm not Pming back I'm really sorry but for some reason my laptop won't load it? Like the screen just turns up white? Idk what's going on but I'll answer u when I can lovelies