AN: Just a short little drabble involving some fun crossdressing. :D Fyi, the outfit Roy wears is kinda like Suigintou's from Rozen Maiden minus the feathers. I have a drawing of Roy in it if anyone wants to see ;D Enjoy.

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"Maes, I hate you."

Maes Hughes merely hummed from his position on the couch.

"You can say that forever Muffin but you'll still have to come out." He replied.

Silence.

"I really, really hate you."

"Yes, yes, you done yet?"

There was mumbling behind the bathroom door. When Maes heard the doorknob turn, he immediately stood up.

"Come on babe, don't be shy." He encouraged.

Slowly the door opened, and even slower still, Roy Mustang stepped out.

In a dress.

A Goth Lolita style dress. With plenty of black, white, lace, puffed shoulders, corset like torso, and ribbons. God damn ribbons.

"No, you don't get it, I really, really, REALLY hate you."

And he hated the dress too. With a pout and an embarrassed blush, he stared at the floor, waiting for Maes' surely enthralled response.

He was right. Maes was enthralled.

"You're so CUUUUUUUUUUUTE!" he exclaimed. "I knew it would look good on you when I saw it!"

Roy felt his face getting hotter and hotter and his mind was busy trying to figure out a way to kill Maes for this. Why did such things turn him on!? They were both soldiers, damnit! Oh, the shame and embarrassment! What if anyone at HQ found out!? He'd never hear the end of it! Never, never, never, never, never, NEVER!

"Oh now come on, Muffin, don't look like that. Look, look," the slightly older man began, pushing Roy back into the bathroom and turning him forward towards the mirror, "Look at how cute you are! How can you pout like that? This deserves a smile, come on smile!"

What, you don't think I stood here looking at this embarrassment for 20 minutes straight, already!? Roy pouted more."No. Not until you stop degrading me and my manhood."

Maes smirked and grabbed the accompanying headband lying on the counter that Roy left off. Placing it on a resistant Roy, he smirked; "Manhood? What manhood? Girly eyes like yours hardly constitute a manhood of any sort."

Shutting his black eyes tight, Roy elbowed Maes in the ribs. The other backed up and doubled over slightly, but was quickly all right again. Roy hadn't hit him very hard, despite his wish to. Roy could wish to hurt Maes as much as he wanted to, but in the end he'd never be able to.

"Shut up about my eyes! Maes, I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you-"

"Aw, Muffin. No you don't." Maes grinned, wrapping his arms around Roy's waist.

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I…" He then felt hot lips on the back on his neck and knew he couldn't resist for much longer. "…don't…"

Maes smiled softly. "Come on, let's see a smile, Roy."

But Roy still refused to give into smiling. He sighed again.

"Maes, if you want someone to put in dresses, why don't you get yourself a wife?"

Years later when Hawkeye would look questionably at the strange dress in the Colonel's closet, and Maes was gushing over his soon to be child instead of him, Roy would regret ever saying such a thing…