Riza Hawkeye stood there, eyes slightly wide, staring strait in front of her, a few beads of sweat dribbling down her face.
Miniskirts have been approved for the women's uniform by the new Fuhrer.
Roy Mustang.
Oh dear lord.
Riza blinked away the shock and stared at Mustang, of whom was watching her with an amused smirk on his face.
The men of whom were standing beside Riza; Havoc, Armstrong, etc. The usual gang, got down upon their knees and started groveling happily at Roy's feet, dribbles of blood oozing out from under their noses.
Roy happily soaked in the groveling and praise, his eyes still on Riza of whom refused to move or make a sound.
-- The Next Morning --
Riza stood, transfixed at the package that had just been delivered to her. It was only 8 am, but Hawkeye was wide awake.
was this a joke...?
Hawkeye held up the mini skirt, if it could be called that. It was hardly longer than one of those 'hot pants'.
"Darn you, sir..." muttered Riza, storming into her room and slamming the door, causing Black Hayate to poke his head out of the kitchen in a confused manner, a piece of cheese in his mouth and the fridge door hanging wide open.
-- At The Military --
Roy was happily strolling along the corridors, taking in the 'sights'. So far, all the women of whom were wearing the miniskirts had no problem except embarrassment and rather high-pitched squealing of horror whenever someone walked past and looked at them, while they were trying to pull their skirts down so it wouldn't show off their panties.
Roy wandered through the corridors toward the front door and stopped dead.
Hawkeye had just walked in, a very VERY nice sight indeed. But she was not wearing the miniskirt that was now part of the dress code.
She was wearing hot pants.
Roy whimpered as his little alter ego squealed at the top of it's lungs and fainted from a rather explosive nosebleed.
Roy had always wondered what kind of legs Hawkeye had. The baggy pants of which used to be the dress code didn't help him find out. But now he had seen them, he was impressed.
They. Were. WONDERFUL.
Finely toned, curvy and certainly the kind that you would think a person who worked out often, would have.
"Sir?"
Mustang blinked numerous times to clear his mind as those wonderful legs walked over to him.
"You okay, sir? You're bleeding." said Hawkeye, raising a hand and touching Roy under his nose, wiping away the blood that was dribbling down from his nose.
Roy quickly clapped a hand over his nose. "It's nothing, Hawkeye! Nothing!"
Hawkeye looked confusedly at him, Black Hayate sitting next to her, sniffing her fingers which had Roy's blood on them.
"I'll be back with you as soon as i put my stuff away, sir." Hawkeye said professionally, walking around Roy and past him, Black Hayate trotting at her heels.
Roy took this opportunity to have a look at how well the hot pants look on Hawkeye from the back.
Riza was too far down the hall to hear the blood explode from behind Roy's hand and for the Fuhrer to fall to the ground with a dull 'thud'.
Riza walked through the corridors confidently, ignoring the stares she was getting from female and male alike, putting her stuff down on her desk, placing Hayate on her chair and telling him to 'guard. the. paperwork.'
Ignoring the confused look on Hayate's face, Hawkeye turned and walked back through the doors, looking for Mustang.
Riza didn't have to look far to find her Fuhrer, he was sitting on a bench with Armstrong and Havoc, kneeling in front of him and tending to him with tissues.
"What happened?" asked Riza, standing behind Havoc, staring at Roy of whom was covered in blood and had a tissue firmly clamped over his nose, a dazed look on his face.
"He said he saw Hawkeye's--" started Havoc, turning around to be face to face with Riza's beautifully bare thighs.
"Uuuuuuu..."
thud
Riza looked down at the blood-fountain issuing from Havoc's nose, then at Armstrong of whom was bright scarlet and determinedly not looking at her.
Roy waved a hand, motioning that Armstrong could go, the strong-man quickly sweeping gracefully from the scene.
Riza sighed and took a tissue, still behind Havoc's motionless body and dabbing at the blood on Mustang's soaked shirt-front.
"Why did you have to wear hot pants, lieutenant?" Mustang asked in a thick voice as Hawkeye took his heavy great-coat off him and folded it, the tissue still over his nose.
"They're longer than the skirt, and at least i don't have to be worried about men peeking at my underwear." Hawkeye said simply, starting to undo the Fuhrer's short-coat, which was, too, covered in blood.
Mustang blinked stupidly as Hawkeye pushed the short-coat off his shoulders, stepping forward a little, tripping on Havoc's unmoving body, causing herself to lose her balance and fall onto Mustang's lap.
The two of them stared at each other in silence, Hawkeye's arms over Mustang's shoulders, one knee in between his legs and the other dangling over the edge of the bench, the two of them practically nose to nose besides the fact that Roy had a hand over his.
Riza faintly saw that the tissue covering Roy's nose went a little more red.
((TBC. the next chapter is the final one and is much longer than this one. xDD and for those who are wondering, yes. this is the ONLY het couple i like.))
