Author's Note: Hi! Welcome to my series of... drabble-things. Yeah, I don't have a better name for them. This will basically be my place for all the random drabbles for fma-100 (technically, that's an underscore there)and bits of fics I write down that have no other home and don't warrant a seperate heading. I'll also take requests here, because I'm always up for a challenge, so fire away. And the title... yeah, I'm just trying to be witty.

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Title: Gold Stars
Characters: Roy Mustang and Maes Hughes
Genre: Humour
Spoilers: None! None whatsoever!
Random Notes: Written for the mental image... really should have been fanart, if I was capable of drawing. Hehehehe.

It had been another tough day for Roy Mustang. People were avoiding him again. He probably had that look in his eyes. The one that said "Look at me again and you're toast. Literally." He'd been proud of it when he'd first mastered it, but he hardly noticed anymore when it was there, except by the way that people glanced warily at his gloved hands and moved out of the way. The office was empty, and he fell back into his chair with a sigh. Life in Eastern Headquarters should have at least been quieter. The people in Central wanted him out of the way, didn't they? With all this work, they'd have to promote him soon. At that thought, he smiled. Just another step along the way…

He finally forced himself to look at the pile of paperwork sitting on his desk. By the looks of it, he was probably several days behind. Maybe paperwork wasn't such a good idea after all. Leaning back in his chair yet again, strongly considering a nap, he noticed a letter had been stuffed into the middle of a stack of papers. The edges stuck out just enough to catch his attention, and he pulled it out, careful not to knock the rest of the papers onto the floor. There was no return address, but his name was scrawled onto the envelope in Hughes' familiar handwriting. He smirked. Cute… but what was the occasion? His birthday was still months away. He pulled the letter-opener out of the top drawer of his desk and freed the card. A sheet of gold star stickers fell out onto his desk as he opened it.

I heard a rumour you're getting a promotion. You get a gold star! Now stop moping around the office.

See you in Central,

- Still-a-lowly-Major Hughes

Mustang smiled and picked up the sheet of stickers yet again. He peeled two of the stickers from the sheet, and stuck them to his epaulettes. They definitely spruced up the uniform. He'd been getting a little tired of the two little stars. Three was a much better number. But why stop there? With a grin he stuck on two more stickers. Okay, so he wouldn't see four stars until he was Fuhrer. Unless they invented a new rank just for him…

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts and Hawkeye, the only person who would ever disturb him when he was in one of his "moods," peered into the room. Roy looked up in time to see her raise an eyebrow at the stickers, and turn to leave.