Author: trembling_star
Title: Dickens would have been happy
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Rating: Green
Genre: Introspective, melancholy
Warnings : None
Notes: FF IV Minisfida of Criticón participant. 625 words, theme dinner
Dickens would have been happy
- Tomorrow is Christmas-Hughes commented enthusiastically, but did not obtain any participation.
Riza just lifted his eyes from his coffee and glanced at Roy's bored.
- means that today is Christmas Eve ...-
Maes was stubborn, but in some fields, especially with certain people, had to learn to be more direct.
The sun had just popped up on the horizon and they were trying to enjoy every moment of that semblance of normalcy.
The guards are now covered by the last turn, had spent the night free, no enemy sortie, and the chill of the night was changing rapidly towards a warmer environment.
time was: a succession of hot and cold, night and day, with the only concession the warmth of dawn.
Calendar could mark any data: how important were the holidays for those who can only celebrate being alive?
- The Eve is a day of waiting and hope ... And then there's dinner in the evening! -
Roy stood up laughing, you shook the sand off and greeted the other two.
- If you can get something better than the usual beans, then for me it will really party! I go to the command: it seems that today we will have another raid ...-
Maes watched him go, then turn to Riza, hoping to find support, but she was already putting the rifle on his shoulder.
-go, too. At night, Captain .-
Maes discouraged sighed before getting up and leave too, to his duty.
wanted to get there first, in order to get everything ready on time, but found them already in the usual place.
Although it was not very "usual".
A heavy blanket had been placed as a tablecloth, while Riza was slicing bread.
bread to look extraordinarily white and very soft ... Like him?
Roy, however, was intent on forcing a jar, whose lid was stuck and he saw and explained - Cursed jam! - and then resume his attempt.
Those continued undeterred, while staring at them open-mouthed.
- she goes and gets the rations, Captain? - Churches Riza, passing the mess-tins, which took mechanically, moving away.
- does not seem very happy ...-
- It is: should only recover from the surprise .-
- I just hope yours is a good idea ...-
- My? I thought you had my own intention, sir, when he brought his flask "secret" .-
He ignored her, continuing his work as a burglar
When he returned, Maes could not stop smiling.
The usual ration was bad, but the bread was very soft as it looked. With the jam, then: he did not believe there could be something so sweet.
When Roy filled the glasses, sipping whiskey so as not to waste a drop, he decided to pull out the silver casing.
Chocolate.
simple milk chocolate, maybe a little 'old, but still desirable.
- Merry Christmas .-
whispered, as he thanked mentally not to have ruined that moment, with the only comment that had occurred at the beginning: "I thought there interested. "
they did to please him or because they wanted too them, it was not important.
After all, Christmas was that for once, worry about the happiness of others.
For once, love without reservation.
He had just looked up at the sky, studded with stars, and they had responded:-Merry Christmas-
They, too, in a whisper.
It was an evening where you could speak out loud: that peace, that peace was fragile.
not be resisted at the slightest noise.
But it was Christmas.
Time passed, although they do not know it, and take them with them towards the end.
Everything ended: it would be passed that night and would come Christmas.
That too would pass.
The war would be over.
stared friends, lost in their thoughts: they too would pass.
He would pass.
Christmas would back, but he?
could only enjoy that moment, the silence.
could enjoy her friends.
I just brushed metal glasses in a toast short and closed again in their silence, the words were superfluous.
What I should have said, he was told.
"Merry Christmas"
Let me add a few notes, but the flu is killing me and my neurons are Bruce ... If anything, then again ...
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