A/N: okay here is the final chapter.. then I'm making a following fic... This story didn't go as planned so I may rewrite it gain later...Thank you for reading however.

"WHAT?"

"You have to understand," the older grumbled. "It's for your own good!"

"But you promised!"

"Promised? I only promised that I'd keep you safe."

"How could you?" the blond screamed in a teary voice. He stood angrily in the doorway.

"I'm doing what is best for us both."

He stormed into the bedroom. "And that means sending me away to Briggs?"

"Edward, please," he lowered his head; too tired to stand he sank to the bed. "Try to understand. I don't want to lose you. I wouldn't be able to live if I lost you."

"I don't want to lose you!" he cried. Salty tears ran down his face. He slowly walked closer to his lover. He whispered softly, "Roy?"

The onyx eyes looked up, seeing the upset boy. He pulled him closer. "I don't want this anymore than you. I hate doing this to you, but we need to be separated for me to even be able to fight. Remember we still can't announce ourselves to the world just yet."

The young man kissed his superior roughly. It was everything he wanted to say pushed into this one quick motion. Roy lay back, keeping their lips pressed together. The blond cried into the kiss. He loved the older male, but his pride wouldn't let him go.

They stayed there for a long while. Until the cracked voice emitted from the younger alchemist, "Will we ever be able to tell people our secret?"

"Edward," the older drew his attention. "You know why we can't tell anyone about us."

"But-"

"I'm sorry."

An awkward silence filled the room. Neither of them knew what else to say.

The younger sent him a pout, trying the get his way. "Can't we tell them in a few years?"

"Maybe."

"You're all sad and upset now," the younger complained.

"I'm supposed to be working," he reminded the boy.

A low chuckle escaped the teen, "Since when do you do work?"

"I do plenty of work."

"Sure you do," they trailed off into silence. "Um?"

"Hm?" Roy looked up.

Edward shifted under his gaze. "What if the Fuehrer wants me to go?"

"What do you mean?"

He pulled out a small envelope, "He sent me this. It was in your mail box. Are you sure no one knows?"

"I-" he was at a loss for words. He took the formal paper. ""I guess you are going to war with me." He gave a soft chuckle. "One step ahead," he whispered.