Author's Note: yuppers, i finally decided to have a go at this. i'm going to try writing something for every single theme, and i'm going to do them in order. x) -is too ambitious- i'll prolly split into five twenty chapter pieces, just so that i don't have to force people to read one hundred things at once. :3 i might give up halfway through, but i'll try not too, 'kays?

Disclaimer: i don't own fullmetal alchemist. only going to say this in the first chapter, due to sheer laziness. i can't be stuffed to post it at the top of every piece.


001. Military Personnel

He found it curious how oblivious they all were to the situation. Tapping his pen thoughtfully against the desk, he frowned at nothing in particular, his dark eyes glazed. Was it not obvious then? If so, then everything was good and comfortable. Nothing was wrong. Nothing was happening; nothing was out of the ordinary… oh for crying out loud. How could it NOT be obvious? He messed up his paperwork - when he actually did it - because he was thinking about it. Thinking about her. He stared at her too. Yes, he stared at her. How pathetic.

"Sir?"

The tone of her voice was prompt enough. Throwing her a feigned look of exasperation, he began to busily scribble down meaningless words on pieces of paper which would then be filed, proof read, sanctioned then filed again. He didn't really mind today. There were many things Roy knew about military personnel.

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That evening, 2nd Lieutenant Jean Havoc and 2nd Lieutenant Heymans Breda were leaving the HQ, minds set on a wandering into a random bar and getting a phone number from a pretty girl. However, as they were approaching Havoc's car, they were talking about something completely different. They were laughing quietly, discussing how amusing it was that the Colonel thought they didn't know. His constant glances at Lieutenant Hawkeye were proof enough. The look in his eyes was proof enough.

There are many things Roy didn't know about military personnel.