Here comes part 2, with Mustang and Hawkeye. I have to say that this pairing is my favorite one in FMA right now. Oh dear.

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It was already 2230.

First lieutenant Riza Hawkeye sighed as she eyed her superior officer who, while scribbling madly at his desk as if there were no tomorrow, was cursing everything that existed under the sun.

"And what will the general say when he sees this? Oh, of course, he would nonchalantly point out how unrealistic the plan really is, and that I, the fire alchemist who rose to the position of colonel at the youngest age in the history of Amestris should have caught the underlying flaw. And he would conveniently leave out that he proposed it in the first place, and I was forced to sign this document so it would seem as though I proposed it, and that it was all my fault. If he is mad that I flirted with his daughter and she fell for me, then he could just say so! I wouldn't have if I knew anyway, that airheaded stupid blonde…"

Hawkeye sighed again, this time in a more exasperated way. She was overcome by the urge to grab her gun and make a hole in that impossibly thick, useless skull, but stopped at the last second. Instead, she glared at that stupid, useless man who was the cause of this all.

"Colonel Mustang. If I may so nonchalantly point out, you would not have had to stay late to sign all those documents if you had done so within the working day. Which you may have accomplished if you had worked at all this entire week, instead of visiting the local bar to flirt with women, such as the general's daughter. Also, if I may add, not all blondes are stupid. That is a gross stereotype, and you, of all people, should know that."

"First lieutenant Hawkeye. If you would like to leave early, you may. You only need to ask."

"Colonel Mustang. I would have done that before if I could. Unfortunately, I have learned through past experiences to know better than to leave you alone with a pile of work and expect it to get done. More importantly, however, most of those documents that you are working on right now need my authorization too. It was addressed to the entire troupe, not just you alone."

"First lieutenant Hawkeye…"

"Yes, Colonel Mustang?"

"…No, never mind."

Hawkeye sighed for the third time in less than five minutes. When she had signed up for the army, she never knew babysitting would be part of her work. Now that she thought about it, though, it took up more of her hours than actual military duty. It was just great to be a mother, at her age, to a son older than she. Not.

She honestly, earnestly wondered why she swore to follow him, of all people, on the expense of her life. He seemed like the most immature, insincere, ambitious bastard that walked under the heavens.

"Riza."

He said abruptly, in that deep, sweet voice he used when he was seducing women. She bit her lip and ignored it. These were the moments she hated her superior with all of her might.

"Riza."

Mustang repeated, this time a little softer. She glared at him, again, a little more serious about her gun than she was five minutes ago.

"Colonel Mustang. If I may, it is against proper military protocol to address fellow officers by their given name during working hours.'

"It is past working hours, Riza."

"I believe that phrase means while at work. Which we both still are, for some unfathomable reason that I fail to notice."

His face fell noticeably. She felt like punching his face.

He almost made her believe that he loved her. She knew for a fact that he didn't. Thought her an irreplaceable, loyal subordinate and friend, maybe. Love, never.

And it was the moments like this, when he acted like he did around every other woman, when she felt her will slip away little by little.

"Riza, come on. We are most probably the only ones who are still in this building."

"Colonel. If you would take a mere moment out of your time procrastinating to look at the shadow of the building, I believe you will see several other rooms with the light still on."

"…All the documents that need your signature have already been signed. You don't actually have to stay, and yet you linger. Why, may I ask?"

"I do not trust you at all, that's why."

"Why not? Am I not a capable individual who is aware of what he has to do to get what he wants?"

"But only for what you want. You do not take a second look at something that is not to your interest."

"Riza."

He stood up, his onyx eyes set on her. She bit her lip harder this time, and actually took out her gun.

"Colonel, if you would please take your seat and continue with the paperwork, so we both may retire for the day?"

He merely smiled and took a step towards her. She released the safety lock, and aimed the gun right in between his eyes. A fatal spot. She could take his life painlessly in an instant if she had wanted to. He did not even flinch and took another step. He knew she never would actually shoot him, and that irked her.

"Riza."

"...You have just violated military protocol number fifteen for the sixth time today."

"Riza, I love you."

She felt like her heart stopped for a moment. 'Actions spoke louder than words', and all of his actions screamed as though he did, but it was the first time he had ever said it out loud. She tightened her grip on her gun –the only thing she trusted her heart to at this point. She cringed as the muzzle of her gun met the forehead of her colonel.

"And number twenty seven for the first time."

"What would it take for me to prove that I am serious?"

"You can't, you aren't."

"Riza…"

He raised his hand and touched her cheek gently. There was a pleading look in his eyes that almost seemed sincere…

But no. She knew better than to let him get to her. He was a bastard. How many womens' hearts had she seen him break? She, Riza Hawkeye, was not letting herself become another of those women that Roy Mustang used and threw away like a piece of garbage.

"Riza, I love you."

It was all a lie, she told herself as his arms wrapped around her. His embrace was so warm, and she felt so safe…but no. She was not going to let him get to her. She knew if she did, she would turn into one of them. The only way to keep a permanent stain in his impeccable life was to be that loyal subordinate.

She knew that. But then her colonel would unexpectedly do something stupid like this, and her resolve would fall, little by little. And at the rate things were going, she felt like she would believe he loved her one day. No matter how strongly she vowed to fight against it, it was all futile. That damned colonel. That damned man.

Her arm dropped, and his embrace tightened. She looked out of the window in a desperate attempt to divert her attention. All the heavenly bodies were hidden behind a thick blanket of cloud, and it sounded like it had begun to rain.

She felt like crying.

So here, Mustang loves Hawkeye, and Hawkeye feels herself falling for him too, but she is afraid that he will treat her like all of his other ladies. However, his ladies are a bad attempt by him to draw her attention, so the cycle goes around and around...

Thanks again to everyone who read it... reviews are very much appreciated...!