AN: Yush I'm on an angst roll!!!! cheers with black pom poms

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He always asked himself why he did this. Was it something he did in an intoxicated haze that made every girl's face look like Riza's. Or was it that he longed for the forbidden fruit so much that he tried to substitute it with everything else in between. He didn't know, and wasn't going to ask himself why. No, not while the hangover from hell ripped him apart.

Instead he'll just wake up in someone else's bed and quickly get dressed so when the morning sun's rays do hit the sleeping women he'll be gone and they can move on with the rest of their lives. Then when he goes into his office he will see Hawkeye and know she must think that he is some sex crazed maniac that cares only for himself considering she stayed to finish his paperwork that he kept putting off. As if the sensitivity to light and sound wasn't enough she gives him a frown as she asks if he had a good night. He lies and tells her yes though at the same time he's biting his tongue so his heart doesn't take control spills his secret that could threaten his job.

In till he becomes Fuhrer he will continue to live this life. Making this a daily schedule in till he can tell Riza that he loved her…and hope that she loves him to.

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AN: Yea, I know this wasn't really good but practice makes perfect right? I would like to thank everyone who reviewed on my last story. I would be greatly appreciated if you review and tell me what to work on! Have nice day!