Cute Havoc and Hawkeye fic here, complete with jealous!Mustang! I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc was infamous amongst the women of Central for the fact that he always seemed to be second to his superior, Colonel Roy Mustang. Firstly in rank, but rumor had it that this difference was by choice. More obviously, he always seemed to lose to his superior when it came to the opposite gender, and his misfortune had become a great topic of amusement amongst the single women and housewives alike; an infamous sight was the charismatic Colonel strolling down the road with his depressed looking Second Lieutenant trailing him, a cigarette hanging limply from his lips.
Jean Havoc lacked the money the Colonel made, the aura of charm and mystery the Colonel seemed to constantly radiate, the boyish features women seemed to be attracted to and while he was sweet, he didn't exactly sweep many people off their feet. He seemed to be the eternal underdog in this battle, and while the women of Central did feel some pity for him, it obviously wasn't quite enough to forget the dark gaze, the self-assured smirk and the gloved hand that was offered by Roy Mustang as they went to their date.
Perhaps this was why the sight of Mustang and Havoc doing their usual Friday afternoon inspection of the town had earned such odd glances; Second Lieutenant Havoc looked to be on top of the world, and was taking notes enthusiastically while taking happy puffs on his cigarette. Mustang, on the other hand, looked like a huge thunderstorm had just rained upon his parade; his hands were tucked sulkily into his pockets and he looked set to incinerate his subordinate where he stood. Rumors had started circulating that Havoc had beaten the Colonel to the punch with a woman that the Colonel had actually been interested in for some time; the Colonel was infamous for letting the women come to him, and it was apparent that this time he had paid the price for his pride.
But the main question everyone was asking was of course, "Who exactly was this mystery woman?"
Jean Havoc arrived at her apartment that night with a sense of great apprehension; his hand almost trembled when he reached out to knock on the door, but he thought he controlled his nerves very well for someone such as himself.
The door opened and he broke into a smile.
"Ready to go yet?"
She smiled, a sight he wasn't quite used to seeing but made his heart flip all the same, and said that she would get her coat. When she returned he found the grin on his face to be quite inerasable, and he chanced to hold her hand once she had locked her front door and slung her small, inexpensive handbag over her shoulder. She looked surprised by his courage (which must have been at an all-time pinnacle by now) but allowed him to keep his hold upon her as they left her apartment building.
"I booked us into that little place that serves Xingese cuisine near Headquarters."
"My favorite," and once again, she couldn't help the small smile.
Havoc smirked in return.
"I wouldn't have done this if I hadn't done my research, Riza."
Hawkeye returned the smirk and tightened her own grip on Jean's hand.
"That's First Lieutenant to you."
By the next morning the news that the Colonel's two Lieutenants were dating had reached nearly every ear in Central, but the only one who actually seemed that upset by that fact was the Colonel himself. Some of the women were just amused by the sudden turning of the tide; others figured that it was divine justice coming into a perfect play. Whatever it may have been, one thing was for sure; Lieutenant Havoc had managed to outshine his superior for the first time and claim first chair, while Mustang was left to play backup.
END