Disclaimer : I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or it's characters.

Note: ;;; Fluffy… I really suck at writing. I couldn't help but write about this couple. I adore RoyEdo. But I'd appreciate comments :333 First fan fic on here ;;;;

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Roy loathed the snow and rain. Any forms of water put him on the edge. Today he tried his best to act calm with that smug smirk on his face. His jet-black hair had gotten the best of him. For today is wasn't like it had been usual. Mustang had even tried a different gel to use with his untamable hair.

He mumbled complaints under his breath but nothing major.

"What was that?" asked Edward and stopped walking.

He hadn't looked over his shoulder at the older man. Ed had failed to hear his words clearly. They had been on a walk because Mustang insisted that they must.

Flakes of powdery snow fell ever so lightly from the sky. It was like all the small snowflakes were trying to make a rhythm with the other. Snow fluffed at the top of his black hair making it stand out. But it glistened on Edward's hair giving it a nice shine. The 29 year old's military uniform was tainted with small dashes of snow when it had melted.

Mustang had been half distracted, with everything around him. He had even been able to block out Fullmetal's ranting about everything. His cheeks and nose tainted with the color red from the cold.

"Damn… it's freakin' cold!" said the boy enthusiastically, with the golden hair.

He touched his metal arm, lightly with his left gloved hand. It ached almost unbearably. The cold metal stung his side. The metal arm was definitely something that weighted him down with broken passion, as well as his left leg. Ed's face was pale except for the pink cheeks from the cold weather.

"You listening Bastard Taisa?" asked Fullmetal looking over his shoulder with a cold glare that was almost as cold as the weather itself.

"Hmm…?" Taisa's late reaction told everything. He raised a mused eyebrow and then continued, "Sorry I couldn't hear you. Please speak louder. I think you might be shrinking."

Edward's eye twitched. Again he went on his usual screaming spree. Which snagged everyone's undivided attention. Mustang smirked whole-heartedly. Which pissed Ed off even more.

Had this older man even cared about the younger one? Ed sighed unsteadily, from his anger, which welled up inside of him.. His breath was clearly visible. Everyone that had been watching backed away from them and tired to go back to what they were doing.

Secretly Edward liked the man, but wouldn't admit it to anyone. Not even to Mustang. But did Mustang like him back? He would always go out with a different woman each week. If he hadn't, something had been wrong, or Mustang was just sick.

They got into the park finally. At their destination Edward complained about how cold that weather was… again. He hated the winter and the summer. If his auto mail had gotten hot enough he would start complaining. Indirectly of course. Not saying it was the auto mail that had been hurting him so much, or weighting him down again.

A snug dark blue scarf was tucked around Mustang's neck. Mustang reached for the scarf. Unraveling it from his neck. His smirk wavered into a faint warm smile. The man with the jet-black hair wrapped it around Fullmetal's vulnerable neck.

Edward Elric, the stubborn could feel his cheeks burn up. Disbelief filled the small boy. Did Mustang like him? Or was he just simply toying with him? Ed wasn't sure if he was supposed to say thank you or rip it off his neck and stomp on the warm scarf in the freshly fallen snow.

But when his gold eyes locked with the older man's he could see that Mustang hadn't been playing games with him. He knew the younger boy had been cold and surrendered his scarf for Ed's sake.

"Happy, Fullmetal?" asked Roy Mustang, cocking a small cocky grin at the younger boy.

Mustang could obviously see Fullmetal flush. And it hadn't been from the cold this time. He was satisfied with his handy work. He suspected this. Edward frowned and looked away.

The scarf transferred him warmth from Taisa's neck to his. Edward kept his happiness to himself. The Hagane looked away from Mustang as he scuffed at the gray snow with his wet slushy boots.

"Guess we can go back now," said Mustang never removing his dark colored eyes from Edward.

Ed snorted and shoved his gloved hands in his black pants. Was there a purpose to going on in the cold? Mustang will keep that bit of information to himself. For now…