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Unsettling Affairs	By : xkesshoux Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Each
individual chapter will have a different rating, different pairings,
different spoilers, and a different setting and timeline. Multiple
people were involved in writing this fic, I do not claim to have
written anything other than my own characters. I do however claim to
have come up with the plot, story idea, and organizing it all. The
others who write characters in this fic are well aware that I am
posting it, and contribute willingly. This fic is an ongoing project
with an unknown number of parts, with alternate storyline as of the
fifth laboratory incident. Enjoy!

Letters

Rating:
PG-13 (For mild use of language, mostly by Ed)
Pairings:
Implied RoyxEd, HavocxEd, and RoyxHavoc.
Disclaimer: I
don't own FMA.
Spoilers: If you don't know about Munich,
it's spoilerific!
Setting: Munich, Germany/Central
City/Ishbar.
Timeline: Letters over the span of
approximately two and a half years, mostly closer to the end of said
time.

--

Fifth
letter from 2nd Lt. Havoc to Col. Mustang:

--

Colonel
Mustang:

This
is disgusting. When it rains here, things turn into a goddamn mudpit.
I think I even have mud in my teeth.

Just
our luck that we had to be here during the rainy season, isn’t
it? Four weeks solid of rain, then eight weeks of things growing like
crazy. Hot, muggy, wet, sloppy, ugh. Everything’s been slowed
up because of it. Transportation, Supply, Munitions, everything. You
name it, and it’s been bogged down at least five times. And
guess who gets to dig them out?

We’ve
been told that Central plans on moving us back to just behind the
Armestris border. ’Course, none of us really expect that to
happen. I think it’s a physical impossibility for Central to
actually follow up on something like that.

Anyway,
tell Ed I said hi.

Best
regards,
Lt. Jean Havoc

--

In
response to letter from 2nd Lt. Havoc to Col. Mustang:

--

Second
Lieutenant Havoc:

My
sympathies regarding the rain, you already know my feelings on that
particular type of weather.

I’ve
had Hughes check into it again, and it’s as you suspected.
There are no official plans to move your company back onto Armestris
territory, nor would it even be possible given our current situation.

The
rest of the office says hi and we all hope you’ll be home soon.
Give my condolences to the Major for putting up with you this long.

Respectfully,

Col.
Roy Mustang

--

Letters
home from Edward Elric, unsent:

--

The
Rockbells:

It
sucks here you know. I can’t even use alchemy and this stupid
prosthetic is a bitch, you’d think that if this world were more
technologically advanced than ours they’d be able to have
better artificial limbs! How is it we ended up with the automail and
they ended up with this shit?

I’d
put up with Winry’s beatings just to have something functional
again! And don’t you dare throw that wrench at me, that’s
a compliment!!

Take
care of Alphonse okay? I’ll be home soon, promise…

In
loving memory,

Edward
Elric

--

Roy:

Stupid
bastard, you let me die! You’re supposed to know everything,
why didn’t you know that place was dangerous! Guess I couldn’t
keep my promise, huh? You know, the one where I said ‘Roger
that, I will not die before you, Colonel shit’?

Life
is boring, they’ve got a lot of books though, and I’m
learning a new language. You’d hate it here, it rains a lot.

When I
get back, you so owe me a massage.

With
love,

Ed

--

Jean:

I hope
you’re taking good care of Roy for me, he’d be useless
without somebody to cover his back. Maybe I’ll take up French
just so I can confuse the hell out of you and be sexy doing it. Hah.

There’s
a lot of people that have eyes like yours here, hair too, it’s
creepy. It gets me down though, I miss you…

I
better get a good present for my birthday when I get back!

With
love,

Ed

--

The
Hughes family:

How’s
Elysia doing? Bet it sucks you can’t shove pictures in my face
all the time, huh Lt. Col.? Don’t bug Roy too much though, he’s
probably having a tough time…

I’d
kill for one of Gracia’s apple pies about now, man I’m
hungry… Take care you guys, and tell Elysia happy birthday for
me, how old is she now? That’s right, she should be six by now…

Regards,

Edward
Elric

--

Telegram
from Unknown to Ashton Fawkes:

--

The
investigations have been called off stop The raven hasn’t
noticed but the hawk is wary of me stop

No
news on the mother and child, pretty low profile stop It’s
probably safe to show them the door any time when the purple eyes are
elsewhere stop

Second
phase is in place, ready to go at any time stop

Have
the messenger boy for dinner, to pay him for his delivery stop

End
viper report stop

--

Seventh
letter from 2nd Lt. Havoc to Col. Mustang:

--

Colonel
Mustang:

Right
when things seem to be doing okay, disaster strikes. The Old Major
died a week ago. Medic said it was of a bad heart, but it’s the
first we’ve heard of any heart condition. He looked fine the
day before.

And
then two of the new recruits were shot yesterday. Dead, both of them.
An official inquiry’s being held, but those two kids probably
just stuck their noses into someplace they shouldn’t have.

We’re
getting another battalion in tomorrow. You must have heard about it.
They’re mobilizing backup for the ‘Bodyguard Platoon’.
We’ve been having reports of strange activity around the
immunity zone, little border skirmishes. No one’s been hurt
there, but... there’s always a but, and I don’t like this
one.

Earlier
today, me and some of the off-duty veterans played a game of craps
out of sheer boredom. Aside from losing the dice three times (stupid
sand), I won three month’s payroll – including hazardous
duty bonus! – off of Mars. Now he’s sulking and really
wants the money you owe him. Dare I even ask why you owe him money?
No, never mind. I don’t want to know.

Best
regards,
Lt. Jean Havoc

--

Response
to letter from 2nd Lt. Havoc to Col. Mustang:

--

Second
Lieutenant Havoc:

I’ve
had Hughes call off the investigations on account of still no
results. You’re on your own out there, Lieutenant, so take care
of yourself and your team.

My
sources say that the new battalion will be mobilizing in your stead,
which means your company should be relieved soon. I only hope that
it’s going to be soon enough.

Come
back to me alive, Lieutenant. That’s an order.

Respectfully,

Col.
Roy Mustang

--

Telegram
from Viper to Alleycat:

--

They’ll
be letting the first bunch of dogs run back with their tails between
their legs soon stop Let the light of the full moon be the
signal to take both the old and the new to their graves stop

No
problems here, plans running smoothly stop See you in a few
weeks stop

--

Unfinished
letter found on the person of 2nd Lt. Jean Havoc, in addition to an
official attack report:

--

Colonel
Mustang:

Just
two more days until we actually start heading back to Central! Our
scheduled tour of duty’s finished, so the battalion that came
to back us up is staying and we get to go home.

The
alarm bell’s ringing, I wonder why ––

--

Official
Report: Ishbar
At 23:30, the Armestris Embassy in Ishbar was
attacked by an unknown group of soldiers. Second Platoon (D Company)
went up against two suspected biological superweapons. Only three
soldiers survived the initial attack, one of which died from his
injuries at 01:00. Another soldier has been fatally wounded and is
not expected to live out the night, doctors say. No names have been
released as of this report.

Please
review, constructive criticism and questions appreciated, flames will
be deflected back at you by Roy. n.n;
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