A/N: Hello! This is a new story I thought up when I was sitting and doing some homework. This is the first time homework had ever help me with something instead of leaving me bored and stuck in my room. The first chapter is short but the other chapters will be longer. Much longer. Enjoy! Please read and review.

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA in any way or the characters.

The day was long and Riza felt nervous and kept fidgeting in her seat. She never felt that way but today was a really huge day for her. She was going to ask Roy Mustang, her commanding officer and the man she secretly love a question that might start a new romantic relationship or destroy the friendly relationship they already have. The question was if Roy loves her or not.

Once the day had ended and everybody had left except for Colonel Mustang and her, she walked up to his desk. "Excuse me sir can I ask you a question?" she asked shyly. Her face started to turn red at the thought of her finally having the guts to ask such a question.

Roy looked up at the paperwork that he was trying to look over and sign. "Sure Hawkeye," he replied back. "You can ask me anything."

Riza swallowed hard. "Do you love me?" she blurted out. Her face turned into a crimson red after finally asking the most embarrassing question of her whole life.

"Excuse me Hawkeye. Did you just ask if I love you?" Roy looked utterly surprised.

Riza nodded her head and avoided making eye contact. "Yes I did sir. Can you answer the question?"

"Alright Lieutenant," he started. "The answer is no, I don't love you." Roy looked back down to try to finish his paperwork.

Riza's felt her heart being stabbed by an imaginary knife that Roy somehow threw with the words that came out of his mouth. "What? Why don't you love me?" Riza demanded to know.

"Well it is because you are not that attractive," he answered coldly. "You can also be a slave driver and you are cold hearted."

Riza wanted to cry so badly, but she knew she had to stay strong just until she reaches her apartment. "Alright sir, I understand now." Riza fought back the tears that tried to leak out of her eyes.

"Understand what?" Roy looked confused.

"I understand that I am just a cold hearted slave driver to you," she answered. Riza knew she shouldn't have asked that question, now look at her now. She wanted to cry and beat him up for all the things she had given up for him since she had loved him.

"It is nothing personally. I just like hot girls that I can seduce and have sex with. I'm not sure if you can actually give me that kind of pleasure," he explained to her. "Anyway, you are a friend to me not just my slave driver." He gave her a small smile.

"Sir, I get it. Now get back to work,' she ordered him as a slave driver should. Her face looked serious and cold like it was suppose to. But under all that, she was hurt.

When Riza got home that night, she burst out crying. The pain Roy had left her was too powerful for her to suppress and ignore. Riza sat on her couch and continued to cry. What was the point of loving someone if they don't love you back? 'Why did I love him?' she asked herself. 'I'll prove him wrong.' Riza had made up her mind. She was going to prove to him that she was attractive and can get any man she wants not including him. She could do it as well as he can at the dating game he plays.

She's going to play the game too.

A/N: Short chapter. The next few chapters might make Riza a little OOC because her dating is not something she usually do so, if it is OOC, don't flame me! Please review!