Notes:This started as a short one-shot idea that became longer than I expected. Because of that the chapters are rather short, since I wanted to divide the whole mess a little.

The story is complete already, so updates will come rather quick. Six chapters in total.

The story takes place after Mustang's crew got stationed in Central. Still – there be spoilers. Or at least this won't make as much sense if you don't know the background story. So spoilers up to Brotherhood ep. 54 and manga ch. 62 (the whole Ishval flashbacks).

Rating: A single use of the F word and mentioning of violence, without actually describing it. Any dirty stuff is 'off page' and springs from your mind only ;D. I only use the two words 'love life'.

Disclaimer:I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or it's characters. I just play around with them a little without asking permission. Would never want someone else than Arakawa delivering this wonderful series, even if I could buy it.

Chapter 1: Pink Invasion

Flowers. They lay there on the desk, in their pretty wrap up paper. Mocking him.

Lilies.

She likes those. There used to be some in her garden. White ones. He remembered her saying her father always kept lilies. Her mother was fond of them; it's what he had told her.

These were pink. With a few white ones in between.

And a pink ribbon wrapped around.

Laying on the Lieutenant's desk.

Colonel Mustang couldn't help but lift his gaze from his paperwork and glance over to the bouquet on Lieutenant Hawkeye's desk. Just who in the world would sent PINK flowers to the Lieutenant?

He must not know her well. The Lieutenant placing pink flowers in her flat was just too stupid. He could hardly think of her decorating her apartment with stupid flowers, let alone pink ones. Yes, must be an idiot.

He started filling the forms in front of him again.

…

… she likes those, though. He sighed.

The idiot was him.

When the delivery man came in with the bouquet, he had actually thought it was for him and started boasting about his popularity and irresistible charm. Receiving gifts from one of his lovely fans wasn't out of the ordinary. Flowers were, but he didn't question it. Until he heard the man saying "Addressed to Riza Hawkeye".

He was thanking the gods that the Lieutenant hadn't been present. She was busy delivering documents for him and handling other things, he doesn't bother to do, so she had been absent for a while.

His men had an outburst of laughter and cheered, but he threatened them to get back to work in his hardline commando voice, making them almost piss their pants. It had been silent the whole time since then. They just sat there in silence, working. Glancing at the unusual pink sight from time to time.

Mustang had resisted the urge to take a peek at the little card attached to that abomination of taste and just placed the flowers on top of the Lieutenants work place and the paperwork invading it.

Of course it wasn't the fact that the Lieutenant received flowers that vexed him - he was annoyed because he had made a fool out of himself. Yes, indeed.

… Who'd pick out pink one's for her anyway?

The Colonel couldn't stop agonizing about the colorful intruders and got lost in the various theories forming in his head.

But he was not the only one wondering about them: "Who do you think they are from?"

Havoc had broken the silence, making the others flinch slightly.

They first dared a look at the 2nd Lieutenant and then shifted their gazes to the Colonel. Silence. Then Mustang sighed heavily and looked up from his paperwork.

He surprised them by sporting a smug grin: "Isn't it obvious?". His tone was so casual and playful ...yet they tensed up more.

He waved around with his right hand, still holding his pen and shook his head slightly as if he was explaining why water is wet. While he dramatically turned his seat around so he faced the window. Because nothing is more dramatic than talking to people with your back facing them!

"A Lover – L. O. V. E. R.! There is no mistaken it." he continued in a happy, over hyper tune.

"Even someone like her is a woman after all. Might be a token of appreciation of her various skills, that she might have displayed on their last date. Well, the Lieutenant has exceptional organization skills so no wonder she is able to pursue an adventurous love life- "

He rambled on getting faster with every single syllable until it was hard to follow if he was still speaking their language. Mustang's men couldn't believe their ears.

Yes, it was normal for the Colonel to tease his subordinates with their – mostly non-existent – love life, but that he would ever talk about Lt. Hawkeye in such manner was so unexpected, they were too perplexed to respond.

The second in command and their boss tease each other from time to time, but they always stay respectful and discrete. There was that impression of a special bond there – no one ever dared to ask about - but it was too obvious not to notice. The 1st Lieutenant was the only one, who was allowed to talk back to him.

" … Well, she's known for never missing, you know."

The rant of the Colonel was in the middle of crossing the line .. twice. And that in her absence, so it didn't even count as a tease like the rants about Havoc's unlucky adventures.

Or not.

The door had been open for a while already.

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Thank you for reading! The chapter's won't be very long except for the last one, sorry for that.

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