… I'm not quite sure why I'm writing this. I haven't been writing this fandom too much…
Don't own FMA. Otherwise, I'm not sure the series would have ever ended, it'd have been put under a hundred hiatuses and Pinako would have somehow managed to rebuild the Xerxes empire. I don't know how she'd have done that either…
Riza Hawkeye hated Maes Hughes, had from pretty much two seconds after meeting him for the first time.
At the time the Ishval Civil War had been at its worst, and she'd hated pretty much everything, from Roy Mustang to the Ishvalans she shot to each and every individual grain of sand in her boots, so she hadn't really noticed until long after the war was over and she was starting to not feel like she was covered in sweat, dust, blood and just general, indescribable grime.
Then she saw him with Elicia, saw him gushing over the pictures of his daughter. Of course, she thought, looking at the man quietly. He would never dream of using his daughter as a notebook…
Then she saw him, hanging on Mustang's shoulders like a coat, grinning at him as they shared a joke.
Ah, she mused, taking out her guns to clean. He's monopolizing my friend.
Small wonder she couldn't stand the man. He was a too clear reminder of her painful childhood and was trying to take her dearest friend away from her.
And probably without knowing anything of it.
… I haven't the faintest idea what this is, aside from a fanfic.