(Manga Spoiler, okie?)

I'm not proud 'bout this one, but if you have already read more fanfics, this possibly could be a good call. From 1 to 10, I give a 5 (.) The next one will rock! Alchemist word!

All I get is a smile?

Nothing could be better for the Full Metal Alchemist that day. 6 o'clock p.m., Alphonse at the Library with Schieska and an unexpected message (miserably brought on a note by Havoc) that Roy Mustang had important business to talk to him and asking if he could (on the note was written 'must') be in the Central HQ right away.

'Excruciating' should be the world that could define his feelings inside the Central Headquarters, sitting in a brown, old and dusty couch beside Mustang's office after two hours waiting. It was dark outside when he found himself staring to the motivational poster which Colonel King Bradley had posted there, saying: "Keep up the good work". Edward was dying there, thinking about the Colonel Bastard, wondering what was so important, after all.

Havoc crossed the aisle lighting a cigarette, taking an overwhelming care to not be spotted – he knew that if Roy saw him, surely he'd have work to do, useless tasks, such as sending a message to Armstrong, reporting Ishbal documents, or even calling Lieutenant Hawkeye to his office. He quickly passed through Edward's couch (which he noticed immediately was beside Mustang's workplace) and rushed inside a corner nearby.

Edward stood up and punched the door.

- C'mon!!! I'm dying out here! What the hell do you want, you bastard?

And a distant voice answered:

- Shut up shrimp!

The anger fed his entire body and the alchemist wanted to explode and transmute that stupid locked door into a huge-bastards'-head-blowing cannon. For Roy's sake, Edward visualized (some why) his brother and his voice echoed in his head, controlling and making him sit on that ugly uncomfortable (and unbearable) sofa once more.

Armstrong arrived and sat close to him.

- What's up General? – Asked Ed, and an annoying voice was heard.

- Edward Elric!!! What are you doing here?

- I'd like to know too…

- He wants to talk to you too?

- Sort of… he said I had to come here as soon as possible. Stupid bastard…

And Armstrong ripped of his white shirt and started exercising. "Oh my…Is that really necessary?" asked Edward, silently, while dodging his sight to the poster, again.

Then, Edward heard a noise, coming from behind the door.

The lock opened. Hawkeye, Hughes and Mustang came out of there. Armstrong and Edward stood up and faced the three of them. The silence sliced their throats and froze their knees. Edward couldn't admit it but, unquestionably the three of them standing there had a reliable and unbreakable look.

The flames' alchemist gave a step forward and said:

- Hughes has something to tell you.

And so, Riza stepped beside the colonel and aimed her eyes into nowhere. After that, Hughes managed to put his glasses on the right place and put his hand inside the right side pocket.

- You know…tomorrow is Saturday and…

Edward didn't know what to think. "What do they want?"

- I want to invite you all for Elisya's party tomorrow. Edward! – He approached the boy – Call Alphonse too! – And a picture came out from his pocket and was showed to everyone for the thirtieth time that day; Riza looked at Edward and left a shy smile take control of her tough face – Full Metal understood a mix 'sorry' and 'fun' in that gesture; Armstrong felt grateful with such a, how did he say?, breath-taking and honorific invitation; Roy remained untouchable and after the 'she-is-perfect-cute-and-joyful' talk, old Hughes to find Havoc in the morning and also tell him that the reports must be in his desk before dusk.

- Dismissed. – The flames' alchemist said, turning his back to them – and by the way, Full Metal, your brother is more welcomed than you there.

- Colonel…Bastard!!! – And only a clap of hands was heard.