Just a little something I came up with after reading some really good FMA/HP Xovers. After being so influenced I just had to write my own. But since I have the attention span of a guinea pig (truthfully I have no idea how long a ginuea pig's attention span really is) I only wrote up this little blurb. But I do think it's quite good, especially for my first time writing angst...it does qualify as angst right? Well nonetheless, on with the story. So please,

Read, review and enjoy! :)

Oh and anything that has been previously copy righted is not mine. :P

Free Will

He missed the colour red. It was black here, always black. If choice be given he'd have worn red, but there was no choice. Not if he wanted to survive. So black it was.

Truthfully, if choice be given, he'd have done a lot of things.

He'd have made an apple pie, big enough to feed a giant...or perhaps just a half-giant seeing he didn't know how big a pie a giant would eat since he'd never met a giant. A half-giant on the other hand, was another matter.

He'd have bought a ring. A special ring that could be turned into a wrench. And if he could not find one in any of the store's in Central, he'd just make it by hand. True, he could make it much more easily now, with just a flick of his wrist. But- for what point? It's not like he had anyone to give it to...anymore.

He'd have cried. He never had the chance to cry before, not once during the funeral. Not once over her grave. But he'd have changed that. Now that he knew it could not be changed. Regardless of what way he used the energy, he knew now it would be impossible to bring her back. So he'd have cried, since it was all he could now do.

But those were all wishful thinkings. Thing's he'd have done, but wouldn't do, since he couldn't. Instead he was stuck here. In a wooden chair, behind a wooden desk, holding a wooden stick. So with a grimace of self-disgust he looked at the open page in the textbook and gave up.