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Title: Since then

Chapter: 3
Author: angelalegna
Beta: demona0
Rating: T
Couple: Roy / Riza
Overview Chapter: A glance at the past of Roy and Riza, to the moment you first met.
Credit: FMA's characters are not mine.




Take 1: Inquiries

Transcript of conversation in the bar-Sources Life-between Mr. Abraham Miller, conductor and distributor of food in the area of District 17-A West and Sergeant Undercover Agent First Adam Parker. At the request of Brigadier General Grumman. Principal office in Ciudad del Este. 1905. As part of the intelligence investigations in search of army deserters.
Amestris
I would say is a new country, at least it is in this part of the territory. Although new adjective is a misleading because there is nothing new. Centuries ago that are not wilderness areas so the big news is the tomamp; aacute; s, maybe less, a couple of city dwellers moved to the bottom of this. Both blonde, penetrating him with a bulging red eyes, she with a calm blue eyes. So that was a barn but in a couple of years the man lifted one of the most beautiful residences that this town has ever seen. Three floors, attics in the windows, waterproofed roofs covered by clay tiles, balconies with flowers in every window, even managed to revive an apple tree in the front garden. A home and a place like this was to lie down to die of laughter. You can go and visit the site: is three miles from the old mill by the way to the fields of barleyblock. With a long pleated skirt discreet not hide the profile-shapely legs and a white blouse ... Poor garment! Is about to lose two buttons, because it is too small for the pair of breasts in which one would ...

second thought, that train of thought is not working.

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recap. Elizabeth Hawkeye, breeding in question is the daughter of my master alchemy. She just hates me and do not miss a chance to let me know. Usually seasoned my food in a particular way, without salt, with excess of it, exchangeinformation exchanged with the sugar, spicy ... The variations are many and I confess that I find some interesting up-rate my notes, review my stuff and killer looks directed supplementing with a twist of his neck and firmly tensioned n from his lips. Yes Exactly one pot.

usually harmless, a few days depending on your mood can be as attentive and kind, but on days like today really wanted to strangle - Or tirármela? -. Did not I say that out loud right?

The point is that his father had to go to the central station of CERN experiments & Supplies; Mdash; I actually think that was going to visit Madame Christmas. Go to Cerner had asked me to accompany him or I had left to go home instead of me working on exercises transmuted theory, but that's not my problem, so I was left alone with their small or demon all afternoon. Sincerely

knew she would have prepared something to bother me. I can say I was hoping to face another of his scenes or mischief. From the moment they appeared in the studio with the pan-tea and cookies, I knew it was a trap but how could have imaginedNCES made me wonder if perhaps with Alchemy was possible to read the thoughts of others. Not that I've been thinking nothing wrong with a girl of eleven. I'm no pervert.

far as I know, the life of Miss Hawkeye girls boarding passes from home in the new year. Of course that does not preclude such a baby despite being able to meet a man. Perhaps a teacher, a gardener, an assistant train? O
other hand I can stop being incredible plotting assumptions and consider the simplest hypothesis. What I did was an act to deceive, confuse and teaserunning to lock herself in her room. I will need about ten minutes and some cold water to catch my breath. On the floor lies a heavy solid brass rod.

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ng. And a good education is paramount. But now I think about sad things. Today, now, this only time I can not wait to come back and be able to hug my dad and tell him the things that have happened in this time we have been separated. I know how bad is the mail in this part of the country, so I can not do me much hope that all my letters have arrived at their destination. Throughout this time I only managed to get three of their own. We'll talk for days and days and maybe after you learn of some of the things that have happened to allow me to stay and not have to return m & amp; aacute; sa that boarding. Elizabeth Journal Entry November 12, 1899 Hawkeye
I'm finally back. My house is a little old and dusty as he remembered, but it's mine. Dad cried when he saw me said that I'm a lady and I'm much more beautiful than when I left. I know you're exaggerating, I'm not pretty, my face is too round and my eyes too big for my face, but I guess that's the kind of things you say when you are both no see.
He has been busy with their investigations, honestly could not have expected anything different. I was quLizar the old mother's sewing room on the floor below because I'm too big to share a bed with dad.
Anyway, it's great to be here. daily input of 1899 Elizabeth Hawkeye Noviembre13 Not much to tell. I fell the tree in front of the house trying to lose a few blocks for dinner. It was not anything serious, except for a couple of scratches on my face, legs and arms. Finally met the famous student of Alchemy, is a fairly standard small slanted eyes like those of the people of Xing and delicate complexion. They hours in the studio, the pieapple and cooled.
Take 2: Sin. remember the first time I saw her I doubted its reality, a small lump falling from a long-lived apple tree in late fall. Nothing unusual except for the fact that the old malus domestica, decided to give me a woman and not an apple. Then there was an eleven year old girl, her face shaded by the branches of the apple, her hair disheveled. Most of your exposed skin before my eyes. A groan and a slight gesture between pain, embarrassment and pleasure on his face. I was still too young and wise, fourteen, to accept the uniqueness of that instant Named Desire, in which a man looks at a woman for no apparent reason you want to call him. Even today, after nearly 20 years to know, I still have my doubts about its existence. On days like today I am inclined to think that she is a product of my imagination. An angel created by the demented mind of a soldier dying on the battlefield. How else can one explain the perfection of the weight of her breasts in my hands, the smoothness of the inner skin of her thighs, the way that fits her pelvis against mine, the precision with which their movements anticipate the mine? Ndash, says the couple trying to flatter the girl with blonde hair and huge brown eyes responsible for the breakfast which is served at the table. She did not even bother to look back
"I see that the servants of Amestris have done a good job with you," said the girl's father for the first time in the day it smiles. - Do Amestris handmaidens? Are not the nuns of religion is the end of the world ... - The young man speaks with his mouth full with a good bite of the foot. Realizing an instant after the stupidity of your comment to be among believers.
The older manfeel the fear that has suddenly emerged in the young and decided to push harder. - Do you not believe in the existence of a god? "Well ..." The boy passed the bit that had been chewing. No sir, I think not, "he declares. The silence at the table is full. But I respect those who do, because it is a valid way to seek an explanation for this world knows it's a lame attempt to mitigate its initial declaration and ending with a. I did not know you were religious.
"No we are," replies the blonde lifted marginallcomes at a religious school is one that she has never understood. Rationally understand the idea that education is important and that do not have enough money. Is the mantra that has learned to hold. But also discusses his father is an atheist and never considered other different outputs. Other options that would not have to be miles and miles away from him, surrounded by people with different ideas as their own, sleeping in a strange bed. In the background the voice of words like father says. And they have explanations for everything. Why the sun shines and why you are sick ... "She also asks for a justification & amp; oacute n what a father wants his only child so far. But so far can not find it.
Take 4: Improvisations.

Olivia Milla Armstrong has always liked to watch a good view. So when Brigadier General Miles did not find in your suite or in the office arranged for Hitler during the convention, decided to climb to the roof of the hotel. There, despite the unrelenting heat, found concentrated in the skyline. "Everything is going as planned, Madame," said General leaning against one wall. — Miles Over time, you realize that things never go as you plan them, at most one learns to develop new strategies against the development of the facts and practice you become one to ; gil improviser "The Führer did not even bother to guide a look at his officer.

"With all due respect, my Fuehrer, you speak as if they really objected had many years since Olivia Milla Armstrong was barely 35 years of being the first woman and the Führer ma ; s young to take office in the country's history. "Some days, no

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tion this morning, as I returned to meet the gaze of Brigadier General Roy Mustang stopped mulling over the wedding ring on my finger. A couple of hours later, rather than attend another conference of the 'Convention for the Protection of the Multicultural Heritage Amestris in light of Politico-Military Restoration', was handling ; ndome with him through the corridors of the hotel as a teenager. I'm not a bad person, or at least that's what I want to believe at this time. However, here I am in your room, between his sheets with my body embraced hisas if there were no tomorrow, or rather hoping that tomorrow may never come. Here in his arms, my husband, my rank, rank, convencióny all other circumstances of our lives are just a dim memory.
Take 2: Central in your absence Central City a week before One government is gone and another has taken power. But the sunset view from the third floor of the Headquarters of the Armed Forces Amestris in Central City has changed little since the first time I came to serve as a cadet here. The sun sets on a horizon that slowly changes from orange to purple, crickets Parknext door begin to sing and work on the desktop of the Colonel Hawkeye has been evacuated before six thirty as usual. As usual, the Colonel Hawkeye also allowed a few minutes of contemplation through the window behind his desk. Down in the park scene is the same every day. The shadow cast by the clock tower three times in street lamps are lit. The hot dog vendor starts to be in trouble in serving its clientele, composed mostly of cadets hungry can not wait to go home to eat a real dinner. The Lord of the balloons began to pack up very slowly, because you never pBEI hopes that an officer may want to purchase a gift to bring her daughter as a surprise.
But is not that what the Colonel contemplated. At first I did not understand, because I'm not very good at reading people, but eventually I understood by dint of watching every day. She referred to the past. Remember the lack of which once made this office would feel like home. Not that she is a bad boss in the office or uncomfortable working with the new guys, no. That's the last thing I could say. She is the best boss that an officer may ask. Daily chores have never been so ably coordinated ... morewas that someone remind me why I came to this bloody hell hell of snow. -smoking does not seem very healthy for his uniform, Lieutenant, "he says the unmistakable voice of Brigadier General Mustang while it was still crouched inspecting the new hole in my pants. No turn around I can feel the smile on his face. I really hate that man! Took more than an hour waiting, letting my butt from freezing here in the open while he had another appointment with the beautiful Katherine Armstrong and all those moments when he could have decided to leave the restaurant had to be at this very moment and embarrassing.atherine. Always the gentleman! I guess all fall for that kind of attention. -Chief "I say hoping to tell me where we should go, but nothing. certainly do not want to turn around and find that you can not answer because their lips are too busy to answer. - Roy? "She says, and as their lips do not sound busy may be sure to take a look in the mirror. - Huh? "Apparently the General had been deep in thought.
"My love, tell him where we are headed. "Sorry in a few words to ask for my hand, because there will be photographers and journalists. I do not want to just kneel and remove the ring, you have to put a voice to all you feel for me. Nor have to be anything too long, because we could not hear natural. Ah! Here we are! See what I mean? Briggs is too small.
General of the vehicle down and helps to lower his companion of the same. Now that was information! And suddenly I have no image that is a subject so lucky. I'm not even sure he is of sound mind. I say it takes less than a month out with this girl and now "vaa marry her? I wonder if the idea occurred to her Eloa?
"No, do not bother with me, I have everything packed so the boy will pack up everything, only I have to go to sign my departure at the reception, she says, after giving a little tap with his gloves on the arm of her fiance disappears behind the doors of the hotel. The Chief smiled, slightly, but definitely does not look like a happy man because the woman of your dreams agreed to marry him. Uh! I'm certainly not with the intention to praise, at least not when the comprignored is that Buccaneer won the bet and I'll lose 50 grand. No! Why me? Evil Roy Mustang! Always manages to make my life miserable. Anyway I have to open the trunk because not delay in bringing the bags so that's what I'm doing.
- Do you think she attend my marriage? She asks the General. Is leaning against the car and giving me back. Consider for a moment pretend that I did not hear your question or do not understand, but unfortunately I have excellent hearing and there is only one 'she' for the General.