Chapter 1: The Nomination

"The first annual 'Sir Central' pageant will be held May 5th." read the poster tacked on to the bullitin board in Central, or at least it did, until Havoc took it back to the break room. "Hey guys," called Havoc to Falman, Breda, and Fuery. "Have you seen this yet?"

"What is it?" asked Fuery as Havoc sat down next to them and popped a fresh cigarrette in his mouth.

"It's announcing the first annual 'Sir Central' pageant to be held here on May 5th."

"What? A pageant? You mean like a pageant for women?" said Breda.

"Yes," responded Falman. "Except, judging by the title 'Sir Central', I would say this is a pageant for males."

Havoc burst out laughing as Breda ripped the sheet out of his hands. "I think you're right Falman. It even tells us what type of events are being judged. It looks like there is a talent competition, an interview, and a swimsuit competition."

"Well, who's going to be in this thing?" asked Fuery. Breda scanned the page for the answer. Havoc's shrieks of laughter were still reaching their ears. By now he was rolling on the floor.

"Oh God. It looks like men from Central are nominated by their peers. Meaning anyone could be in this thing." They all raised their eyebrows to one another. Havoc sat up and wiped his eyes.

"Yeah, I mean who's going to actually participate in this thing?" Just then the door behind them opened and in walked Roy Mustang holding his forhead, with Riza Hawkeye trailing in after him. Havoc quickly looked at Breda, Falman, and Fuery and gave a huge grin. Slowly their thoughts seemed to merge together and they all had the same idea. Havoc was beside himself again and began to crack up. This caught Roy's attention.

"What are you morons laughing at over there?" he sneered from across the room. He popped 2 aspirins and a gulp of water for his headache.

"Oh, we're not doing anything over here, sir." answered Falman. Roy glared at them from the table across the room. Riza remained expressionless as she made Roy a cup of fresh coffee.

"Colonel, how many times do I have to remind you not to pull all-nighters the night before your paperwork is due. You should really get it done when I tell you to." chastised Riza. She set Roy's coffee in front of him and he held the cup to warm his hands. Riza glanced over at the foursome in the corner. Breda, Falman, and Fuery recoiled under the Lieutenant's gaze. She knew they were up to no good. Casually she walked closer and closer to them. "So what do you boys have there?" she asked, again, without expression.

"Uh... uh... nothing." stammered Fuery.

"Lietenant, you wouldn't happen to know where we can fill out applications for the 'Sir Centeral' pageant, do you?" asked Falman.

Riza just stared back at the 4 men. Snores from Roy could be heard behind her. The Colonel must have fallen asleep on the table. "Actually boys," began Riza. "I happen to be one of the judges for the pageant. Are any of you interested?"

"Uh, well, Havoc was kinda planning on entering and-"

"WHAT! I was not! You liar! Lieutenant, we wanted to nominate the Colonel!"

"SHHHHH!" Falman, Fuery, and Breda had to muzzle Havoc so they didn't wake up Roy.

"If you want I can enter Jean and Roy's names to be in the pageant for you. Jean, so you know, there will be a bathing suit competition on the third day, so I would suggest not eating too much beforehand." With that, Riza nodded goodbye to them and left the break room. Havoc began sobbing and curled up under the table.

"Oh!" exclaimed Fuery. Breda and Falman leaned over his shoulder.

"What?" asked Breda.

"Well, it says: Nominations are to be turned in to room 157 by May 2nd. It looks like we didn't have to ask the Lieutenant asfter all. Heh, well now Havoc's in this thing. I think I'll go see this now."

"Yeah, I mean if Havoc's going to be in it and all..." chuckled Breda. "We need to support him!"

Havoc lept from under the table and tackled Breda to the ground. "That's not funny! I didn't want to be in that stupid pageant! I'm gonna kill you guys!"

Their noise woke up Mustang from his uncomfortable position on the table. He opened his groggy eyes to see Havoc on top of Breda on the floor. "God, my headache must be terrible. I think I'm dying." Roy stood up and passed his 4 subordinates, but couldn't leave without saying, "Guys, get a room, for eveyone's sake." He smirked on his way down the hallway as he heard Breda yelp in pain.


((This is my first entry. I hope everyone at least remotely enjoyed it. There are a few more chapters coming. Please excuse my poor writing. I'm not very happy with my writing style. Hopefully I'll improve. Please review! I'd love to get better!))

Chapter 2: The Break-in -- coming very soon

-Lt.