AN: I do not own fullmetal alchemist. This is my first pathetic try at comedy. R&R people!
Everyone at headquarters knew that Mustang was the general and Hawkeye was the colonel. Everyone also knew that the roles seemed reversed. Multiple incidents led to this belief. One incident in particular…
"Happy birthday Fuery!" Mustang shouted. "To commemorate this occasion Havoc brought in a SLIP N' SLIDE!"
Fuery was excited. He had told Havoc that he had never been on a slip n' slide and had always wanted to. Suddenly he paled. "What about Hawkeye?"
"I sent her on routine lab inspections. It should take her over five hours." This is Hawkeye though… games will stop after four hours. Satisfied with his decision, Mustang ordered Breda to pull a hose through the window.
The slip n' slide was the last factor of the party. First came the drinking, then the movie, third came the truth or dare (they are all scared for life!), then the main game came out. Falman attached the hose and started the water flow.
"Wait here I'll get snacks!" Fuery squeaked. He ran away to get some popcorn and hot sauce.
Riza Hawkeye was always efficient. After three hours only of inspection. Making her way to her superiors office she started to hear shouts and laughs. Paperwork isn't that funny… They are goofing off!
Hawkeye cautiously opened the door incase there was anything flying around inside. She was greeted by four men (Fuery was still working on the snacks) in boxers sliding on a wet piece of plastic.
"What the hell is going on in here!" Hawkeye bellowed. "That's why you made me go on inspection! You just wanted to GOOF OFF!"
"Guys, I got the snacks!" Fuery didn't notice his superior officer and smashed into her back.
Hawkeye flailed her arms in an attempt to keep her balance. To say the least: she fell. To say what really happened: she fell onto the slip n' slide.
Hawkeye was blasted with water while sliding down the plastic. Mustang laughed out loud. Breda, Falman and Havoc joined in. Fuery paled to sheet white in fear of what the Colonel would do to him.
Hawkeye stood up and glared at the men in the office. She was officially drenched. Her guns were wet an would be useless but her glare effectively shut them up.
Mustang would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying the view. Hawkeye's jacket had fallen to the floor and her brow shirt clung to her curves and turned see-through standard military issue pants clung to her legs and she was pissed.
"Why is there water in the office? Why is there a children's toy in the office? AND WHERE IN HELL IS THE PAPERWORK YOU BOYS WERE SUPPOSED TO BE DOING!" Riza felt her temper snap.
She reached for her guns. They were soaked. A wet gun can't fire, she reminded her self and settled into another glare. Pacing over to her desk, the lieutenant began to rummage through the doors.
All five men huddled against a wall as she searched her desk for another gun. When she found it she proceeded to train them like she had potty trained Black Hayate. Smiling a satisfactory grin, Hawkeye settled into her paperwork while the boys did everything they could to hold pens in their trembling hands.
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