A/n: my first try at Fullmetal Alchemist fanfiction. I hope this fic would be appreciated. I haven't gotten to know everyone from the manga or the 1st anime or brotherhood though its pretty obvious that it going to end soon. So here goes… hope fans would like it. This is just a short fic about a day at Roy Mustang's office.

Disclaimer: I don't own fullmetal alchemist

The time of month

By: K.T. Selner

A certain handsome Colonel was preparing for work unusually earlier than normal. He woke up thirty minutes earlier, showered, ate proper breakfast and ironed his uniform excessively that it was almost impossible to see little folds on it. He knew what today was. He will not slack off or procrastinate; especially not today. He didn't want to be the reason start world war.

It started off as any other day and it would probably pass like any other day too. Maybe…

As like any other day, Sergeant Feury and Warrant Officer Falman came to the office exactly at 8 am. They greeted the only woman member of their unit, Lieutenant Hawkeye, getting a small nod; and bizarrely, their superior, Colonel Mustang. It was unlikely to see the Colonel already sitting behind his desk already reading a report from the stack he left just the night before. The two looked at each other, shrugging and silently saying; it might rain fireballs today.

It took for 2nd Lieutenant Breda to come in five minutes later greeting good morning as he entered; only retorted with a nod from the Colonel and an odd glare from the Lieutenant. He thought for a second there that Hawkeye was already pissed early in the morning. Maybe the Colonel did something a while ago that made the 1st lieutenant mad and might be the reason why the Colonel seems to be not lazing off today.

Havoc, on the other hand, was given the worst greeting of all. He came in at 8:30, looking hangover with the usual cigarette on his mouth. He'd been dumped… again. He grudgingly said "Good Morning…" slowly walked to his chair and slumped on it heavily. He sighed. Then, a high stack of papers was dumped in front of him. He was about to complain but Hawkeye's stern stare stopped him.

"Get over her. All you have is this job, right? If you can't do it right, your life won't be worth anything." Hawkeye said insensitively.

With that, all the men under Colonel Mustang worked silently all the way through the morning without even knowing the reason why their strict 1st lieutenant was acting several times stricter than usual.

It was near lunch time when Hawkeye told the Colonel that it was time for the inspection of the Fire Departments. The other four men were surprised when their superior immediately, without any complaints stepped out of the office with the 1st lieutenant. He seems to be rather taking his job seriously today.

"Did something happen before I came in?" Havoc finally asked his comrades after their superiors left. It seems like heavy air was blown away when the 1st lieutenant left.

The other three looked at him like he was at fault for getting Hawkeye angry. Havoc raised an eyebrow at them "Oi, oi! Don't blame me. It's not like me being late is unusual. The Colonel might be the one at fault."

Falman looked up from his work and said "Right, right. The boss seems to be like a dog on a leash today. Maybe something happened last night when they were doing over time."

"He must have fallen asleep on his desk again." Fuery added.

"Hawkeye must have, this time, really pulled the trigger." Breda noted.

With that, they continued working on their paperwork with thinking that if they finished it early they would go out to field work and away from their strict 1st lieutenant. All four of them managed to finish before Hawkeye and Mustang got back. They put all the stacks of paper at Hawkeye's desk for her to review. They went out for lunch hoping that after lunch Hawkeye would be in a better mood but unfortunately…

"Feury!" Hawkeye's stern voice echoed through the office when the four men entered making them jump. "The radio that's been broken… I thought by this time you would have fixed it!"

The terrified Sergeant immediately got his tool box and went to his desk hurrying to fix the said radio.

"Falman! Why is there a scientific name on your report! No one can understand this kind of language! Rewrite it!" Hawkeye threw the papers on the warrant officer's desk.

"Breda! Fix your uniform and wipe that mayonnaise off your mouth!" Hawkeye pointed at the shocked 2nd lieutenant.

"Havoc! You reeked of alcohol and cigarettes! What's wrong with you people!" she yelled "Can't you do anything right? Can't you be more normal soldiers?" Then without saying anymore, Hawkeye sauntered out of the office leaving the men, doomed. They looked at the Colonel with suspicious eyes.

"What? Haven't you been counting? It's the time of the month again." He said, acting coolly with a smug smile on his face. He wasn't the one being scolded today.

I know, I know… Riza was somehow a bit OOC in this fic but I haven't really grasped her personality yet… so I don't know how to portray her yet.