The Mustang-Hawkeye Affair

Finally, a mustangXhawkeye fic! I've been wanting to write this in ages, but, well… I was troubled for quite sometime (again). My spirit was badly damaged, huhuhuhu… so please forgive me for making this piece excessively mushy. I'll make this a short one, though… enjoy! And, uh, read and review please… it seems readers have recently grown tired of posting reviews. Your feedback means a lot to writers like me, you know, so please, please, please… post reviews.

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The walls of Central Office virtually shook when the Colonel shut his wooden door close. Saying he was angry is actually an understatement, for Colonel Roy Mustang could actually kill anyone at this moment. Fucking morons. Fucking politics. Fucking bureaucracy. His service in the military had been nothing short of exceptional, he got this far out of pure hard work. No magic tricks, just plain fucking dedication. He could not believe that the only reprieve the Colonel Roy Mustang would ever hear in his entire military career was based on gossips. Fucking gossip. At this moment he could actually kill anyone caught engaging in the said act.

Someone turned the knob. Mustang covered his flushed face. "I'm not in the mood for work right now. Get the hell away!"

But the intruder remained undaunted by Mustang's word of caution and entered the office. "I told you so…"

"Lt. Col. Hughes I really am not in the best mood for this." He rubbed two fingers across his temples in an attempt to soothe his nerves. Lt. Col. Maes Hughes, caught up between laughter and concern, watched the Colonel in silence. He may not be in the best of moods to discuss the subject, but he should be informed anyway… for his own good. "This is politics, Col. Mustang, those bastards are afraid of you, your record, your name, and your potential. This is an attempt to ruin you, I've warned you about this a hundred times before."

"Hughes…"

"They're really frantic about any possible promotion you might get now or in the near future… which means there could possibly be one waiting anytime soon."

"I know." Mustang raked a gloved hand through his jet black hair. "They couldn't even afford to be a little discreet, creating such a ruckus in such a short period. Everything is so obvious, Hughes, any soldier in his right mind could predict what they're up to."

Hughes exhaled. "What of Lt. Hawkeye?"

"I don't know…"

"She did agree to take a leave for a while, didn't she?"

"I asked her to. It's for her benefit, really. This circus of propaganda will stop at nothing, and surely they will keep on dragging her along."

"She did sign the necessary papers, right?"

Mustang gave him an innocent look.

"So you're not certain?"

The Colonel shook his head. "I thought so." Hughes sighed. If Lt. Hawkeye really did as she was told, a paper – any paper – related to the said vacation would be sitting on top of the Colonel's desk right this very moment. After all, she is a part of his crew. And now that they are talking about it, where the hell is that damn paper?

Besides, Lt. Hawkeye was not the sort of person to take a vacation in the middle of a good fight. She would never crumble beneath any form of pressure.

The blonde Lt. Riza Hawkeye was on her way to the Colonel's office and caught a group of uniformed men crouching near the wooden door, their ears pressed against wood. Frowning, she was about to give her subordinates a reprieve but was stopped short by a firm hand that covered her mouth. Hawkeye wiggled free from her captor, sending poor old Havoc to the floor with a loud thud.

The rest of the group bit back their curses.

"What are you doing?"

Before any of the eavesdroppers could answer, the door to Colonel Mustang's office swung open and everyone was caught by the big boss himself.

"Yes, I'd like to ask the same question." Mustang's gaze slid from the poor lieutenant sprawled on the floor and the three other soldiers hunched before the doorway.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye!!" It was Lt. Col. Hughes' cheery voice coming from inside the Colonel's office. He suddenly emerged through the crowded doorway and came face to face with the apathetic lieutenant. "I suppose you're here to make your vacation official."

The rest of the boys were surprised. Even Lt. Hawkeye seemed surprised. Colonel Mustang cleared his throat, "We shall celebrate the departure of our beloved Lieutenant."

Havoc was up to his feet in a matter of seconds, dancing with the rest of the guys as Hawkeye and Hughes exchanged looks.

"I did not say anything about vacations."

Her cold statement killed the present merry-making. The crowd fell silent. Hawkeye now stared at the culprit standing near the open door.

Hughes turned to look at the culprit as well. "But Colonel Mustang said…"

Hawkeye's frown deepened. "I don't care about what he said."

Everyone froze, including the dark-haired Colonel who seemed to have shrunk in defeat.

"I am not leaving." Hawkeye said, her eyes pointed at Mustang, "That is my decision."

"I thought so…"

"Waaaaaahhhh!!" Col. Mustang closed his eyes and slammed both fists against his desk. "Will you please stop that, Lt. Col. Hughes. That is an order!"

"I seriously thought Lt. Hawkeye is going to leave us for good…" Havoc said. "I don't think she should, though…"

"I agree…" Fuery responded with a curt nod. "They should fight for their love…"

"WHAT?!"

The colonel rose from his seat and was about to burn poor Fuery into ashes if not for Hughes intervention. Holding Mustang's right hand in a vise-like grip, he desperately struggled to put him back into his seat. Sgt. Maj. Fuery, on the other hand, hid behind Lt. Jean Havoc.

"You're still lucky. If Lt. Hawkeye was here, you're definitely dead by now."