A/N: Don't own squat. Hope you like it anyway!
Roy Mustang looked out over the Ishvalan countryside. He had been here before, of course, but he never appreciated its beauty. Ever since he had regained his eyesight he couldn't help but look at things. He had accepted that he would never see again, but he couldn't say he was happy about it.
"General," Riza knocked on his door, but didn't wait for an answer before coming in. Mustang turned away from his window to smile at her.
"Captain!" he only smiled wider when she scowled.
"I'm not a captain yet, sir. As you should know." He did know, but he also knew how much it would annoy her if he called her that before her actual promotion.
"Well, I am not a General!"
"Brigadier General is too hard to say." She frowned at him, "You seem awfully perky today."
He didn't respond, but sat down on his chair. "I suppose it's just the weather. It's simply beautiful today."
"Well this might bring you down." She handed him the report.
"Another one?" He frowned. Lately, they had been getting numerous reports of restless military officers who called themselves the Five, as in the five sections of Amnestra. They thought the country should separate as it had been many years before. The report showed that a military officer had just been sighted meeting with known members of the Five. "And right here in Ishvala, too."
Mustang shook his head and put the report down on his desk. "I suppose we bring him in for questioning, sir?" Hawkeye asked.
"Yes, of course. But you were wrong on one thing, Captain. This still doesn't bring down my mood."
"Don't call me Captain, sir." She said through clenched teeth. However, he had gotten up to stand next to her.
"Fine then, Riza." He said it as low and smooth as he could. Her anger turned to shock instantly. It was the first time in a very long time that he had called her by her first name. "You know, of all the things I'm grateful for regaining my vision, it's to see your beautiful face." He had planned this entire line in the mirror last night, and had practiced so well, he didn't look nearly as nervous as he felt.
"General, I-"
"Please, call me Roy." He stepped slightly closer to her. She flinched but did not back away. He saw that as encouraging. "Now, your promotion ceremony is in two days. It would be my honor-no, my pleasure, if you would allow me to escort you."
He stared at her for a moment. The shock was slowly falling out of her face as she regained her composure. Within seconds, she was back to military professionalism.
Taking a step back she looked at him sternly. "General Mustang, you are my superior officer. It would be completely inappropriate for you-for us-" She closed her eyes and took a breath, like she was about to deliver painful news, "for us to be seen together as something other than superior officer and subordinate. Especially at a military setting, for goodness sake!"
Roy tried to keep his composure, but it was getting extremely difficult. "Well, then we don't have to go to a military setting. We don't even have to be seen! Come to my apartment and I'll cook you some dinner. Granted, I tend to burn anything I—" she cut him off with her hand.
"It would still be inappropriate." She looked up at him, her eyes full of worry. Roy knew she would never want to hurt him, but this was a heavy blow to take. He turned away from her and walked slowly back to the window. "General, I'm sorry, but I-"
"No, no, don't worry about it." Roy turned back to her, and could tell she was once again surprised he was smiling. "I caught you Captain. You said it would simply be inappropriate, not that you didn't want to. Well, it won't be inappropriate forever, so you just wait. I'll get through to you and before you know it, you'll be enjoying my famous burned chicken!"