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Vergoldungaugen, Silberschimmer	By : Mayzen Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > General Views: 2125 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own FMA, none of the
characters (cept for the ones I make up and just conveniently place them in
here), places nada. I also make no $ what so ever from writing this, it's just
for my own fun and amusement.

�What the fuck is
Christmas?� Dark eyes blinked owlishly at the shorter blonde man; though he was
currently taller because he was standing while she was sitting. The thirty-one
year old woman started to laugh.

�Of course, your
nose has been to the grind stone and in a book for the past two years.� She
ruffled her bangs while shaking her head. �Christmas is the day our savior
Jesus was born.� Ed snorted. �But it�s also a day of peace and goodwill to
others. A day where you spend time with family and friends; also good boys and
girls get presents from their parents and Santa Claus.� That kinda sounds like a holiday Mom would celebrate with us and
Winry�s family. It was then Ed understood that she was asking him what he
wanted to do during this holiday season was because� even though they hadn�t
known each other all that long; Roselle considered him a precious friend maybe
even in a peculiar way, family. With a small smile he sat next to her.

�I don�t really
need anything.� Except maybe a way back
to your home. The brunette thought. Her slim delicate hand settled on his
hair ruffling it lightly and then a thought came to her.

�You haven�t been
to the states before haven�t you?� With a blink Ed shook his head.

�Nein.� A small and gentle smile crossed
her face.

�Well I suppose
we�ll go to New York City.� His golden eyes widen, quite taken aback about such
extensive travel plans.�

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ed stood in the A
deck promenade watching the ocean rippling behind the ship. He was recalling
the play Roselle had taken him to while they were waiting for the ship to get
into port. The elder woman had taken him to �A Christmas carol� it was based on
a book of the same name, by Charles Dickens. The brunette mentioned she had the
book, but Ed hadn�t seen it. I�ll have to
read it and see if it�s better than the play or just as good. They had seen
it in a city near Southampton since that�s where the RMS Olympic departed from
and returned to. While boarding the dark eyed woman had mentioned to him that
the Olympic was the older -and nearly identical- sister to the Titanic that had
hit an iceberg and sank eleven years ago. He leaned against the railing; his
thick winter coat�s fur collar tickling his neck as the chilly wind fluttered
by. His hair was gently tossed about behind him. He soon felt a gloved hand on
his left shoulder. �It�s a good view, yes?�

�Ja.� The two watched the sea of stars
lighting up the sky. Roselle knew that Edward couldn�t feel anything on his
right shoulder, so she usually touched his left shoulder, arm, or his head to
get his attention when he was intensely focused on other things.

�Let�s go to the
lounge to warm up a little.� The blonde gratefully nodded rubbing his hands
together. This was their second day on the ship and Ed had gotten a feel for
all the decks, but mostly A and B decks. Roselle had gotten first class
accommodations. As they entered the lounge the taller of the two went straight
to the instruments, more specifically the piano.

Quietly she asked if
she may play it, when the actual player stood after saying �Of course Madam.�
She sat and Ed stood close by. The young man was already getting piano lessons from
the elder. She started playing a tune that Edward hadn�t heard before.

�I heard this in
the Music Box Theater earlier this year, when I was in New York.� Soon
Roselle�s dark contralto
filled the room as she sang. The blonde had no idea that she could sing, though
it was much deeper than most woman�s singing voices he had ever heard, when he
was living in Germany; and the short time in England. He took a seat next to
her and watched her fingers skillfully and
smoothly move across the keys. He looked up at her face and her dark eyes were
closed. She isn�t even looking at what
she�s doing. Oh� she knows every note by heart; she�s memorized it by hearing
it. When Roselle sang:

�When I am
wondering who

Is kissing you�
Ed�s mind was filled with images of Roy Mustang. The young man frowned deeply. Why the fuck is that bastard rattling around
in my head? The blonde forced away those thoughts, a light pink tint on his
face; because of them. When Roselle was finished she turned to him silently
asking if he would like to play. His lips curved upward. He nodded asking if
she could teach him to sing as well. She laughed with utter delight. �I would
be happy to teach you anything within my abilities Edward.� A large grin crept
up on his face after she said that.��

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Roselle had dragged
him to the bow a little bit before they due to arrive in New York harbor. She
had mentioned they would see something rather incredible; as they got closer�
it was then gold eyes saw it. �La Libert� �clairant le monde⁽¹⁾
or as the American�s call it the Statue of
Liberty.� Ed guessed the statue itself to be around 46m tall. He remembered
seeing smaller versions of it before.

�Roselle what
about the two I saw in Paris? In Jardin du Luxembourg⁽²⁾ and on �le des Cygnes⁽³⁾?�� The brunette settled a hand on top of his
head; easily done since she was 5�11�.

�The one in Jardin du Luxembourg is the first model of the statue by Fr�d�ric Bartholdi; and the one on �le des
Cygnes is this ones.� She pointed
at the green copper statue. �Smaller copy it was given to France by a community
here in the States. It faces east towards the Eiffel tower but I think it
should face its sibling here instead.� Ed thought about it for a moment and
thought they would have to turn it to the west for to face its older
sibling.� �You�re not surprised that this
one is green too?� She teased.

�Of course not,
you told me why and how copper gets a green patina after a certain amount of
time.� He said with a pout and slightly vexed. He turned back to watch the
statue get closer. Now that I think about it� it reminds me of those Roman
gods I read about.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

�Ed�s eyes went wide as he saw the hotel where
they would be staying. When the younger heard the elder woman tell the taxi
driver to take them to the Waldorf-Astoria hotel; he was expecting one like he
saw in Youswell, which was nothing like this. It was a huge
lavish building; like a mansion. Getting a grip the man gathered the baggage
while the woman paid the driver. Although as they were going in it wasn�t only
Edward and Roselle carrying the bags; a bellboy was assisting them as well. The
clerk�s eyes lit up as he saw the brunette walking inside. �Madam Chevalier,
it�s a pleasure to have you staying with us again.� A small grin curved her
lips as she stood at the desk.

�It�s always a pleasure to be here Jean-Luc;
you have my usual room ready?�

�Of course Madam and per your request by
telegram we have the one next to yours ready for your companion.� Roselle�s
grin got even wider.

�Thank you Jean-Luc.� She then signed in,
soon motioning for Edward to do the same. The blonde could feel blue eyes bore
into his skull as they watched him.

The shorter male grinned like a devil when he
heard some hard swallowing from the other man; knowing the woman was glaring at
him� or something threatening. As the blonde finished Jean-Luc said. �I hope
you have a nice stays Monsieur, Madam.� The dark haired female winked.

�We will Jean-Luc.� Black eyes turned to
Edward. �You go on ahead; the bellboy will show you to your room. I still have
a few things to take care of first.��

�Alright.� The elder woman turned back to Jean-Luc
as Ed left with the bellboy and spoke once he was out of hearing range.

�There is something I want you to get for
me.�

��

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Even the next
morning Ed was amazed by the extravagant d�cor of his room. The blonde was
munching on an apple -looking out a window- when a knock at his door reached
his ears. Still chewing on the fruit he opened the door. The brunette was
standing there. �Good morning Edward.�

�Guten Morgen, Roselle.� The woman set
her hands on his shoulders.

�Besides being half
dressed, are you ready to go out and explore New York City with me?� The
shorter of the two gained a devil may care grin.

�Ja, just give me a moment.� While he
closed the door; Roselle chuckled while holding onto two pairs of ice skates. The
young man soon came back out fully dressed and ready for the cold weather
outside. �So what are we doing today?�

�We�re going to
wander around the city, check out a few shops maybe even get something for the
little ones back home.�

�A bookstore?� A
smile.

�Of course.� �

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The taller of the
two carried the skates while they walked around. �What�s with the skates?� She
chuckled.

�Well after we look
around in the stores, I�m taking you ice skating.� Ed sputtered trying to say
he couldn�t but she cut him off. �Of course you can.� She doesn�t know the meaning of can�t in some cases I think. He
chuckled as they continued to walk. It was only a week till Christmas and amber
iris took in all the people in the hustle and bustle of their shopping, getting
in and out of their cars or cabs, and walking around carrying packages. Ed
blinked when he saw a group of people singing.

�What the hell are
they doing?� The smirk on her lips reminded him a bit too much of Mustang.

�They�re caroling. Carolers sing Christmas carols around Christmas in some
country�s it�s on Christmas Eve.� His lips curved upward. Edward had to admit
that the carols were nice.

�What are they
singing right now?�

�O Holy Night; although
I�m a bit more familiar with the original French version �Cantique de No�l⁽⁴⁾�.� They continued to walk as the
snow started to lightly fall. ��

�Does everyone
celebrate Christmas?� Black eyes glimmered at his thirst for knowledge.

�No. Catholics,
Christians and any offshoots to the Catholic and Christian church celebrate
this holiday. Jews celebrate Hanukah around this time, but it�s a little
different than Christmas. Some don�t celebrate it at all. It all depends on the
religion of the family.� His head bobbled in understanding at what she was
saying. At the first book store they saw, Ed tugged on her sleeve. Dark eyes
looked over at what he was pointing at and chuckled. �Alright Edward, lets go
in and take a look around.�

As soon as they
entered the blonde zipped over to a section of the shop. She shook her head in
quiet laughter and followed. The tall brunette came upon Edward, while he was
intensely looking at a book. She recognized the title �Faust: A Tragedy� by Goethe and translated by Bayard Taylor. Back
home she had the original German copy of both volumes� Ed just hadn�t gotten to
them yet. She had noticed that Ed had taken a liking to published plays
especially ones by Shakespeare. �You like those Edward?� Gilded eyes looked up
at her.

�Yes but these are
very expensive and I don�t have the money to get them.� Onyx eyes shined a little,
she was definitely getting those for Ed; his first non-science books. She
smiled while chuckling. Her eyes could see the slight pout on his lips and
disappointment in his eyes. When he went off to go look at something else she
grabbed the two volumes and went to the clerk to purchase them and have them
sent over to the hotel; gift wrapped.� ��

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Roselle had gotten
him into Central Park after doing a little more shopping. She had gotten
something for some of the relatives she had left in the US. They had picked out
some toys for the village children. Ed even got something for Al� even though
his little brother might not ever get it. He was sure his younger sibling would
like it; they could play this instead of cards when they bored. On the way over
in the cab the elder woman had braided her thick hair. The blonde watched as
she slipped on her skates, he carefully followed suit so he didn�t accidently
cut himself. Gilded eyes saw all the citizens glide across the ice. Roselle
coaxed him to get on the ice. �Edward if you can do everything I can while
we�re sparring with that leg, then you can skate, alright.� A twitching smiled
appeared and he weakly nodded as he got on the frozen lake and soon landed on
his ass; making his leg port ache more. Not saying a word the brunette helped
him and skated with him; teaching him. He got the hang of it pretty quickly.
With in a few minutes he was skating on his own. This is pretty fun, if and when I have my own kids I�ll have to teach
them, no matter how much my ports might and will ache.

Ed watched as
someone tried to sneakily grope the brunette�s bottom. As he barely touched it
-but enough for her to retaliate- when Roselle backhanded the pervert behind
her� then proceeded to beat his fanny into the ice. He could tell she was
trying hard not to curse at him too. �Wow that guy is getting his ass kicked.�
The blonde turned to look at another blonde; that looked like somewhat looked
like Ed. The exception was instead of aureate eyes the other had yellowish
green. He was a tad shorter than Ed the square of his jaw was a bit more
prominent than the others; not to mention that his hair was a lot longer �Ed�s
stopped at his shoulders the others went down to mid back or so- and a lock of
his bangs and cowlick were a silvery white. Ed chuckled.

�Ja, he�s getting his ass kicked alright.
Leaving the man twitching on the cold surface, she dusted off her hands.

�Teaches that bastard
a lesson.� Black eyes blinked as she saw double. She smiled already knowing
Edward had previously �met� his exact double� and sadly was dead; the blonde
had told her everything not too long ago.

�Isn�t he going to
get you arrested?�

�No, men like that
aren�t going to do a thing, because they don�t want to admit they got beaten by
a woman.� The other blonde grinned impishly. She then shook her and stuck out
her hand. �Roselle Chevalier.�

�Edward Elric.� The green eyed male shook the elder woman�s hand.

�Daniel � Rodagh, but call me Danny.�

�Don�t
count on her to call you that, but don�t worry I will.� Danny chuckled while
grinning.

�How
about you have supper with us Daniel?� Rather excited Danny was hopping up and
down.

�Sure!!��

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ed woke up in the
middle of the night; he couldn�t seem to fall asleep tonight. He sat up. Another night with insomnia. He sighed.
Getting up he went towards the balcony and looked at the moon. Supper with
Danny was nice; it was almost like having Alphonse there; except Al wasn�t ever
really as hyper as that boy was. Ed almost sniggered at how� exuberant Danny
was. He was at least part Irish or if he was a whole Irishman he was born in
the US because he didn�t have a drawl in his voice; he did speak Gaelic though.
While looking over the menu Ed wondered why there were no alcoholic -not that
he really drank but he was curious- drinks listed. When he asked the brunette
told him about the act that made selling and buying the stuff illegal. The
blonde had sneered at it. That isn�t
going to stop anyone from drinking. He didn�t voice it but Roselle knew it
anyway�Considering she somehow got her brandy past customs. The brunette didn�t
drink every night but at least once or twice a week she did consume a little
before bed. He continued to look up at the twinkling sky. The light snow had
stopped as they were coming back to the hotel; but there was still a little
powder on the ground. A small melancholy smile curved his lips. I wish Al was here to enjoy this too. �

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The week seemed to
fly by as Roselle and Ed enjoyed their time in New York; sometimes with Danny
tagging along. Every once in awhile the elder would wander off somewhere
leaving Ed with Danny� good thing that those moments were rather constructive
to both young men. On Christmas Eve the two were visiting Danny and his family.
Now his father had an Irish drawl� a very thick one; Danny�s mother didn�t
though. But since Danny taught him a bit of Gaelic they managed to have a small
conversation in that language. Since the younger lad was now their friend; Ed
and Roselle got him a gift. He had expressed wanting a good brand of guitar but
couldn�t ever afford one; neither could his family, all they could ever afford
were the cheap ones. He was surprised that they had even gotten him a gift once
they had presented it to him. Once he had opened it he had tears in his eyes.
After carefully setting the expensive guitar down; he pounced on the both of
them; hugging and thanking them profusely. They only smiled and said �You�re
welcome.� Finally releasing them he went back to his prize and began to strum
it, his mother also had tears in her eyes at their thoughtful and selflessness.
Both of his parents had also thanked them for their wonderful gift. Gold and
onyx looked at each other and smiled.� ��

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ed was awoken by
Roselle Christmas morning and told him to come to her room once he was dressed.
He groggily blinked as she left his room so he could get ready for the day. After
a moment of staring at the door he got up to get his clothes. While putting his
shirt on he looked out the window. Holy
shit� it snowed a lot during the night. But the blonde couldn�t help but
think it was a� beautiful view. The now calm city covered with white power, no
foot prints or anything imprinted in it; it looked pure to his eyes.

When he entered the
woman�s room, he was astounded by the small decorated tree with a few presents
under it. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. �Merry Christmas, Edward.�
Gold eyes shimmered with unshed happy tears. She gave him an extra squeeze. �Go
ahead an open your presents.� The blonde felt like it was his birthday as he
went over to the tree and sat down cross-legged. He pulled out one of the
parcels and carefully opened it,

�This is��

�I got those for
you since you seemed to be so interested in them, and these are your first
non-science and rocketry books. He smiled brightly at the woman who just sat next
to him. �Thank you so much.� She smiled right back and hugged him.

�You�re welcome.�
Leaning forward she kissed his forehead sisterly/motherly.

�What about you?�

�I�ve already gotten my gift.� He blinked tilting his head slightly. �A
white Christmas and a sibling to enjoy it with me.� Roselle was right, even
though they hadn�t known each other very long� and no matter how much he missed
Alphonse. They were friends, teacher and student, a family, surrogate -Roselle
had been an only child- brother and sister; and not alone anymore.

1) It means �Liberty Enlightening the World� as you can
tell it�s another (and French) name for the Statue of Liberty. As most know
France dedicated it to the US in 1886, though building started much earlier. If
you want more information look it up on Wikipedia.

2) Jardin du Luxembourg (forgive me if this is wrong, I got all my info
on Wikipedia) is the 2^nd largest park in Paris, it is also the
garden of the Luxembourg Palace.

3) �le des Cygnes (In English means: Isle of the
Swans) is a artificially-created
island that was formed in 1827; also in Paris .The 22m high statue was give
France in 1889, while it use to face the Eiffel Tower but in 1937 it was turned
to the west when they were hosting exposition
universelle you can also call it the World�s Fair.

4) I�m not sure what Cantique de No�l means� I know that No�l means Christmas in French but I think Cantique has a meaning with song or something close to that, I�m
not going to try to guess. But this particular song was composed in 1847 to the
French poem "Minuit,
chr�tiens" (Means Midnight, Christians.) It was in 1855 that a
Unitarian Minister: John Sullivan Dwight wrote the most well known version
people know today. If you want more info again look on Wikipedia.

Hello again everyone, I wrote this little
interlude for two reasons. One: It�s December and it�s getting close to
Christmas, and Two: to hold you guys over until I have ch. 20 done. The time
period might be very accurate but I thought I would take some creative
licensing while being accurate to the best of my ability. I wanted to give you
a little view of Ed�s life with Roselle soon after they met each other, and I
thought it would be rather funny for the first sentence of this to start with
Ed asking that question. Also and interesting fact I came upon while doing a
little research, the Waldorf-Astoria
hotel (as some New Yorkers might know) didn�t always reside at 301 Park Ave in
Manhattan, until some time in 1929 or so it use to be on 5^th Ave
where the Empire State Building is today. I hope you all have enjoyed this
little view into Ed�s past. I thank you all who have enjoyed, faved, and added
this story to their alert list ^^ love you all.
Happy Holidays everyone!

If
you have any questions, suggestions, anything you'd like to see in this story,
or just anything in general e-mail me at lumina_the_mutant (At) yahoo (dot)
com, PM me threw FF. net, or review any will do; you could also IM me if you
wish. My AIM screen name is Mayzenhikari. Please R&R, until next time
folks.

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