Well, this little oneshot blossomed off of a fic that I wrote last night. That fic, unfortuantely, is a biproduct of my twisted, perverted mind and will NEVER see the light of day. But this little guy *pats the manuscript* is perfectly safe, so up he goes.
Maes Hughes, although usually thought of as irritating, had his fair share of calm and serious moments. This particular gray, rainy Thursday afternoon found him sitting in the Central HQ lounge, discussing perfectly ordinary things with his coworkers over a cup of coffee. The lounge was packed. Riza, Fuery, Falman, Breda, Havoc, Schiezka, Alphonse, and several other people were there, enjoying some much-needed time off. All was going well until a short, blond-haired boy shuffled into the room.
Al glanced up and waved as Edward entered and stood awkwardly by the door. No one else really seemed to notice his presence, and if they did they didn't make any move to greet him. Everyone was absorbed in their own activities. Maes, Falman, and Riza were all discussing some random tibit of news they had seen in the paper that morning. Sciezka was curled up in the corner reading an encylopedia. Al and Breda were deeply engrossed in a game of checkers, while Havoc chuckled at a joke Fuery was telling. Edward just stood there, watching them.
After several long moments he stepped forward and cleared his throat. "Uh, Hughes?" he said.
Maes looked over at him. "Yeah?"
Edward's cheeks flushed bright pink. "Can I tell you something?"
Maes blinked curiously. "Sure, Ed."
Ed didn't say anything. His face turned brick red. He looked down at his shoes, gritting his teeth.
"Well?" prompted Maes. Havoc and Fuery had turned their attention to the young alchemist also, and were listening for his answer.
Ed trembled slightly, his face tense. He looked as though he were about ready to die. But it was sink or swim now. "H-Hughes..." he stuttered.
A few more eyes were cast upon him. Ed's face was such a deep shade of crimson that he resembled a giant beet. He took a deep breath.
"Hughes, I just wanted to tell you that I love you!" he burst out.
The whole room went dead quiet. Everyone was staring at Ed, their eyes wide. Mae's jaw dropped and his green eyes looked like they were ready to pop out of their sockets. Ed trembled again, then whirled around and dashed out of the room as fast as his legs would carry him. Even after his departure, no one in the lounge said anything.
Edward stampeded down the hall and turned a corner. Roy Mustang was leaning against the wall, a gigantic grin on his smug face. His dark eyes were glittering with amusement and he was giggling uncontrollably.
Ed skidded to a halt, panting and still blushing furiously. "You bastard," he snarled. "I can't believe you made me do that!"
Roy tried to stifle his laughter, but he couldn't. "You agreed to the bet, Fullmetal," he choked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills, handing them out. Ed snatched them and stalked away, bristling angrily.
Roy just sat there and laughed.