Another request issued in my journal by wiccat. Yes, that's the same person who asked me to write seme!Ed. She likes making things impossible for me.
I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. You can begin counting your blessings.
Havoc had never been in Major Armstrong's office before. He wasn't sure he ever wanted to be in it again.
Painted on one wall was a huge amount of names, all branching from one another, and he assumed it was the Major's family tree.
On another wall was a great many portraits, including an insane amount of his sister (which brought up a great amount of painful feelings of rejection which were soon forgotten when he saw a picture of her at a piano lifting competition and he remembered who his family would've been if they had gotten married).
"Good afternoon, Lieutenant," Armstrong greeted from behind, making him stiffen.
"Good afternoon!" he returned, turning around.
"I bet you're wondering why I asked you here," Armstrong said.
Sort of, but I'd rather just leave... "Yes."
Armstrong was dead serious, "it's about..."
"Yes?" Havoc asked, leaning in closer, feeling curious for some strange reason.
Armstrong smiled. "My sister!"
"Your sister?" Havoc asked, suddenly becoming much less interested.
"Yes, you like her, don't you? Of course you do! Who couldn't? I like you, so I'm going to help you become like me! She's like a sparkle you know, very difficult to catch!"
A rather disturbing image of himself and Armstrong flexing their muscles shirtless popped into Havoc's mind.
"No, no. I wouldn't want to waste any of your time, I'll go now. I think Roy wanted me for something," Havoc said quickly, heading towards the door.
Armstrong's huge hand closed around his shoulder, and he was pulled further into the office. "That's nonsense! If you do that, you're only making things harder on yourself! It wouldn't be a waste of my time at all! Come, let's get started. First lesson, how to kiss like me!"
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