Disclaimer:D I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.

A/N: Don't ask me where I got this… I'm really not sure. I was sitting in bed one night and I was like…hmm… there's a lot of Ed one sided… EDWARD SHALL DOMINATE xD

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Assume

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Edward was a little pissed. This was the fourth report he had to do this week. He blinked, eyes stinging from staring at virgin white paper that had tiny, illegible, black writing on it. He groaned and leaned back in his chair. If his anger wasn't so pointedly directed at a certain raven haired Roy Mustang, then he might feel pity for him and all the paper work he was always forced to do.

Luckily for Roy, Edward felt like shoving his metal blade down his throat.

But he had to get this damn paperwork down with first, even if it killed him. If he didn't finish it, then he'd never get back to studying. He had some good leads, too. Now that he thought about Roy—as much as it pained his mind to think about that dirty bastard—he couldn't remember the last time he saw him. A week? Maybe two weeks… not like it mattered. He was a dirty bastard. See above.

The pen scratched along all the little mistakes he found in Colonel Mustang's handwriting. Although he really and truly hated correcting and signing the papers that had been either written or signed by Roy, it was a little—dare he say?—fun to pick out all his mistakes. It kind of gave him a little authority and a foot over him to see all of his mistakes. Even better, he got to point them out.

It sort of seemed like the colonel was keeping Edward away. He scratched his pen on another mistake—maybe he should point the Colonel's mistakes out to Riza…that would be fun—and thought a bit more. It was probably nothing. Roy disliked him just as much as Edward did him. It wasn't like there was something wrong with him.

Just some rivalry.

Assumptions can kill.

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Roy was sweating. Just a bit. He wiped his forehead and disregarded the fact that at least two of his subordinates were staring at him. It was mid-fall… why was he sweating. If anything, it was cold in this room. No, Colonel Mustang wasn't sweating because of the temperature around him, his heart was beating at an all new speed. His eyes darted across papers that had been signed hours ago. What was he looking for?

His eye caught the signature of one Edward Elric. A simple scrawl that was hardly legible—but it meant something to Roy. His throat went dry.

He was in love.

He had asked himself and talked with himself many a night now about this, and had come to the rational decision that he was in love. After slamming his head on the wall of course. It had seemed irrational. Roy Mustang—ladies man, heartbreaker, girlfriend stealer—in love with a 16 year old boy; a subordinate, at that. Life had just gotten so confusing. He couldn't show it to anyone, so he kept his cool when he could, and sent away Edward with some paperwork—real or not—when he needed to.

But this was just getting ridiculous. He needed to get Edward's attention. Of course Edward felt the same way, it was only logical. After all, who wouldn't—shouldn't—fall for such a handsome, cool, dare I say sexy, man. Edward had never shown any emotion for him except for hatred, but everyone knew that when someone was in love, especially when they didn't want anyone to know it, he or she would show the opposite emotion—in this case, deep, rivaling hatred.

And as if on cue, the door slammed open and Edward came stomping in the room. A deep scowl was on this face that made Roy simper unknowingly. "Here, you bastard!" He slammed what looked like fifteen or twenty double-sided pieces of paper. Roy grinned.

"Have fun, did you," he asked dryly. His voice had regained enough to mask his utter adoration.

Edward growled angrily. "Have fun? HAVE FUN!" Edward glared at Roy. "Gaaahh!"

Roy raised an eyebrow, "Please keep your voice down, Edward."

"Shut up, you fucking bastard. You enjoy this, don't you! You were probably sitting in here thinking how funny it was that you gave me scribbles to decipher for two hours! You were probably—"

"I love you." The words slipped out softly from Roy's mouth, interrupting the other's loud rant. He cupped a hand over his mouth and blushed only a little, giving his pale face a bit of color.

"What?" Edward raised an eyebrow so far that it the stretch marks on his forehead were clearly visible.

"Um," Roy looked down, "Nothing."

"No," Edward's voice held combination of anger, confusion, and more confusion, "No you said you loved me."

"Uh," Roy stuttered, feeling out of control for the first time in a while. "Yeah," he whispered.

Edward cocked his head, feeling like he had fallen into some crazy world, "But, that's… gross."

The words punctured Roy's heart, "So… you don't feel the same?"

Everyone in the room was staring at the strange situation at the Colonel's desk.

"O-of course not!" Edward blushed, "Y-you're a guy! Besides, I hate you!"

Roy lowered his head. This was embarrassing, "Oh."

"Uh…" Edward looked around the room. "I've gotta go. This is too weird."

Assumptions can kill.

A/N: That may be the end, it might not, so if there's a second chapter, there will be. Ok… bye bye 3

Cho-sa!