Yellow!

I know that i should be writing the next chapter in Growing up Hawkeye,

but i have writer's block. ;;;;

so...by some weird events, i came out with this. I'm not too seirous about this fic- i mean, I wont update often.

so no threats about next chapters! all other threats, however are welcome.

Ps: I'm not to keen on this chapter. Not much happens.

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Today was Friday. Who didn't love Fridays? It meant staying up late tonight, waking up late the next mourning and finally starting the weekend! Roy Mustang loved Fridays. He would always leave early (probably for a date), and while he was walking out the door he would whistle the same tune-every time. Riza Hawkeye, his subordinate, was the exact opposite; Friday wasn't anything special, it was just another day. Riza would always stay late- trying to finish the paper work. And when she locked up the office for the night and walked out the door, she didn't whistle any. Not even a single note.

This Friday was no different. Or, she thought it would be no different. How wrong she was Azuma shakes head.

"Are you leaving sir?" Riza looked up at her superior officer. He was reaching in the office closet. "Yup." He put on his coat and walked to the door. Roy opened it, and left, still whistling like he always did.

………

It hadn't been that long since Roy left but Riza was getting tired. She decided to take a little nap…..she closed her eyes..it felt good to close her eyes…everything was so peaceful…but instead of sleeping alone, she would rather sleep with-'stop thinking something so stupid, Riza. You and I both know that's never going to happen.'

"HEY! HAWKEYE!"

--nap's over.

"Yes, Maes?" Riza lifted her head from her desk and looked up at him. He was always so happy, always grinning, and showing off his pictures off his 4-year-old daughter. Riza sometimes wished that she could be happy, show it off, and not look stupid. Fat chance that that would ever happen.

"Were you sleeping?" he was grinning again.

"no,no..just…napping…"

"That's the same thing as sleeping. Were you dreaming?"

"no."

"C'mon, Hawkeye, you can tell me if you were dreaming about Roy. I won't tell."

"NO. I was not dreaming about Roy. Why would I dream about him?"

"oh, I don't know," he looked away then looked back at her and started to grin again "maybe cause, you're in love with him? Hmmm?" Riza's cheeks began to grow pink. She looked down at the floor.

"N-n-no. NO! I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON MY SUPIOR OFFICER!"

"Riza, it's not a crush anymore- it's love. You love him!"

"I DO NOT!" She partially shouted her statement, and her cheeks weren't pink anymore; they were red.

"Riza," Maes stopped grinning and became serious. " How long have you been telling yourself that? How long have you been lying to yourself that you don't love him, when you really do?"

"…"

"How long have you had your head in the clouds," He flailed his arms in the air "Get back down into realitly, and face the facts- Riza-Hawkeye-loves-Roy-Mustang!"

"…."

Her bangs were covering her eyes, so Maes had no idea what she was thinking or feeling. To be honest, he thought that he would have been shot at already, so it was a miracle that he was still alive.

"…Riza? You OK?"

"………."

"HE-LL-LO-O?"

"………what if he doesn't like me?" she had said it so quietly, Maes thought that she hadn't said anything.

"What? 'Doesn't like me?' OF COARSE HE LIKES YOU!" Riza looked up at Maes. It was like looking at a whole new Riza; instead of being confident and calm, she was now scared and embarrassed.

"...really?"

knock, knock

"damn, Who is it?" Maes asked. The office door opened and King Bradley stepped inside.

"Hello, LT. Colonel. Hello LT. how are you two?" He was very warm and friendly it was sometimes scary. The two officers saluted him.

"Good Evening Fuhrer. Is something wrong?"

"No, I'm fine thank you for your concern. But when I was heading to go home, I happened to pass by and I couldn't but help listening to your conversation.," Bradley looked at Riza.

'crap, crap, crap, crap, crap'

"Lt. Hawkeye, is it true that you love your commanding officer?" unable to think of anything to say, Riza just stared at him.

"..I..I.." The Fuhrer started to laugh his hearty laugh and slapped Riza on the back in a friendly way.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha! It's OK if you do, I have nothing against it! HAHAHAHAHAHa!"

"B-but sir," Maes was in shock "Isn't it against the rules?"

"Yes it is, but General Hakuro made it up so that Colonel Mustang and Lt. Hawkeye here wouldn't get married. He is very jealous of the Colonel. Hahahahahaha!"

"you mean…"

"Yup. The General seems to be very taken by you, Hawkeye."

"THAT'S GROSS, HE'S OLD," exclaimed Maes. "I-I'm sorry, Fuhrer, I didn't mean to-"

"That's quite alright, Lt. Colonel. To be honest, I was wondering when some one was going to say that." The Fuhrer was still smiling.

"Well, I better get going. Lets keep this between us, OK?" Riza and Maes saluted him.

"yes sir."

"Good. Hawkeye, I wish you and the Colonel of most happiness."

Seeing that Riza was still in shock at the Fuhrer's statement, Maes thanked him instead. "Thank you sir." Bradley waved them good-bye.

"Take it easy you two." He was walking out of the office when he abruptly turned around and asked "Maes, can I see you in the hallway, for a moment?"

"Yes sir." Following the Fuhrer out of the office, Maes wondered what the Fuhrer had to say that was so secretive and important.

"Lt. Colonel, it has come to my attention that you have been showing pictures of your daughter all around the building. Is this statement true?"

"Yes sir."

The Fuhrer nodded. "hmm-hm. It's nice that you're honest. Now, since you've been showing these pictures to everyone, then how come I've never seen any of them?" Bradley was wearing one of his puppy dog eyes.

"Well, sir,….uh," Out of all the questions the Fuhrer had to ask, Maes never expected this one to pop up. "it's because that you're never around when I have my pictures with me."

"hahahaha, fair enough. And one more thing, Lt. Colonel," he placed a hand on Maes' shoulder. "You're not alone in trying to bring Mustang and Hawkeye together. There are many more people who want to see them together, more than you think."

"…..," Maes saluted him. "Thank you so much Fuhrer!" the Fuhrer waved Maes good-bye and left.

Meanwhile

Riza sat down again, and again she felt very tried. She decided that she should sleep then sort out what just happened. She was on the brink of sleep when she noticed something at the corner of her eye. She lifted her head and saw that it was her coffee mug- even though she never put any coffee in it. 'that's odd. I don't remember having that with me.' All of a sudden she was very thirsty and looked in the mug; it was light brown- it looked like tea. With out even thinking, she drained the rest of liquid and fell asleep.

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After the Fuhrer left, Maes went straight to Hawkeye's office. He was so exited, he couldn't believe it. He swung the door to the office open- but instead of shouting about how happy he was, he reconsidered it. Riza was sleeping and if he didn't want to be shot, he should let her be. So this was one of those few occasions where he wouldn't disturb her even though he really wanted to. And he left.

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See? not much in this chappy. But- I planned the Fuhrer for next chapter to be really OOC.

also, a heads up- most of the humonculi i hope i spelled that right in this fic are not trying to kill people.

they kinda play 'good guys'. Y? because well, for the fuhrer I took this online test to see wich FMA character i was most like.

and this is what i got --" you are most like King Bradley. ...you are free spiriter and easy going. sometimes appearing too relaxed. you are well disciplinted in the art of sword fighting." so that's how i'm trying to use the King. just relex an' happy.

good things will come, if you review!