I don't own FullMetal…I wish I did…but I don't.
Theme: Fluff
Word Count: 286
Rating: G
Alknew what he was doing was an idiotic move. He knew Ed, who had recently found his way back, thanks to help from his brother, was going to be very, very agitated. He also knew that he could receive an answer other than what he was hoping for but some other force was guiding him down that hall and straight to Brigadier-General Mustang's office and he was determined to tell him something very important.
Taking a deep breath, he rapped his knuckles lightly against the door to the office. There was a shuffling of papers being moved about and the sound of scrambling. "Come in…" called the man. Al opened the door to see a half-awake Roy pretending he was doing his paperwork all along. "Oh, it's you…" he said in relief. "I thought you were Colonel Hawkeye…" he admitted. Al laughed nervously in response as the man across the room studied him from behind his desk.
"Is there something I can help you with, Alphonse?" he asked, arching an eyebrow curiously. It was usual for Al to drop in at HQ to see Edward, being apart from each other was hard for the two so he allowed it, knowing Al was not going to hinder his work but actually help Ed perform at his best.
The teen swallowed hard and took a few deep breaths before attempting to get what he wanted to say out. "I-I…" he began. Mustering up every ounce of courage and the strongest of his feelings he stated clearly and bluntly, "I like you, Mr. Mustang. I like you a lot!"
With that, he fled, leaving a very confused Brigadier-General behind.