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Riza: Okay I know I said I was just going to rewrite the stories, but this one just came out too good not to replace Interruptions with so here we go:

Riza Hawkeye stood, walking to the window of her private office. She had been moved to her own office a month before after the election of Roy Mustang as president. She had been moved to head of security for Mustang, but to hide the fact that they were increasing the security in Central Headquarters she had been also given the title Lieutenant Fuhrer.

Riza leaned against the window sill and watched Roy playing outside with Black Hayate. She sighed, standing back up and going back over to her desk where 2 pictures stood. One was of Roy and Maes at Maes' wedding and the other of her and Roy at the winter ball where he had asked her to dance and the guys had snapped a picture of them. Both were in gold embossed, silver frames that Roy had given her for them. She admired the cute smiles on the face of Roy in the photos. A knock protruded the silence of her office.

"It's open." She said distractedly.

"Lieutenant?" Roy's voice asked quietly as he poked his head poked into the door.

"Fuhrer President, sir!" She said and stood, saluting.

"At ease, soldier." She relaxed and looked at the eye patch subconsciously.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, but that's not what I came about?"

"I'm sorry, sir, what would you like?" She asked. He said nothing, only walked to her and pulled her into a gently hug.

"Riza…stop being so sad all the time. I don't like it when you are sad."

"Sir?"

"Roy, my name is Roy." He said and looked into her eyes.

"Roy, what are you doing?" She asked, but he didn't reply. She looked up into his eyes and they began to get closer and closer together.

"MISS HAWKEYE?" Ed said, knocking on the door.

"Yes, Edward?" Riza said stepping away from Roy to open the door.

"Have you seen Al…did I um…interrupt something?"

"No Edward and no you didn't interrupt anything." He blinked twice and ran out the door, leaving Roy and Riza alone yet again. Riza sighed and walked to the window, looking at the gently breeze as it traveled over the grass. Roy came up behind her and hugged her waist. She did not stop him nor did she make any signs or noises of protest. He laid his head on her shoulder.

"What is wrong?" He asked softly into her ear, his breath tickling her cheek and neck.

"Nothing." She said simply.

"Don't lie to me, Riza."

"I'm not!" She said, pulling away and walking to her desk, sitting in the seat and pretending to fill out a form.

"Yes you are; there's clearly something on your mind. As your superior, it is my job to pry into your personal life." He said with a light smile.

"Really, I'm fine." She said. He sighed and leaned against the wall.

"Why don't you trust me?"

"You know that isn't it." She said with a sigh, dropping a small pile of manila folders into a low draw of her desk.

"Then what is it?"

"It's just that…I afraid…of you…getting hurt…" She said softly and slowly, choosing her words carefully. Roy was speechless, he hadn't thought that Riza had been scared, he'd always thought that she protected him because she'd promised to and felt that it was her duty.

"Really?" He asked, astonished. She nodded and looked up into his eyes. He smiled at her and casually reached behind her, she suddenly felt a slightly heavy weight fall over her shoulders. He had taken the clip out of her hair.

"Why'd you do that? Now I have to put it up again!" She said and reached for the clip, but he held it over his head, just out of her reach.

"Permission to speak?"

"Granted."

"You suck!" She said. He laughed because he'd never heard her swear before. She jumped, trying to reach the clip, but it didn't work and instead, she landed against the chest of the Fuhrer. She growled and looked up at him, her hair slightly disheveled. He smiled. Suddenly, Jean Havoc burst through the door.

"WOW…did I um…interrupt something?" He asked as he looked at the beautiful Lieutenant Fuhrer, leaning on the chest of the Fuhrer President with her hair free from it's usual bonds and the Fuhrer holding the clip she used daily above his head.

"Havoc, what would you like?" Roy asked, not bothering to move.

"Um…I was just coming to tell Ms. Hawkeye that it was lunchtime…"

"Well, now she knows." He said. Havoc nodded and left.

"I'm not hungry."

"Me neither." Roy said.

"You didn't forget about the ball tonight did you?"

"There's a ball tonight?"

"YES!"

"Oh." He said. Riza sighed.

"Seriously…men!" Riza sighed again and reached for her hair clip.

"I'll give this back if you agree to go to the ball with me."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Uh…sure…" She said.

"Why do you look so surprised?"

"I was sure you'd ask one of your girlfriends to go with you."

"Oh…the fan-girls…no, to tell the truth, I hate them all." While he was distracted, Riza jumped for her clip, but at the last second, Roy pulled it out of reach. She pouted.

"Fine, I'll go, though I wasn't planning on going. I was just reminding you."

"Well you have to come now." He said and she sighed. What did she get herself into?

Riza: K!! There you go, chappy one!!! YAY lol hoped you enjoyed it