Title: Roy-meo and Riza-iet

Summary: The military decides to play the story of Romeo and Juliet for Halloween and it would have been perfect, if he had gotten the part. What happens when Roy entertains Mr. Jealousy? Sit down and do nothing? I don't think so…

A/N: I'm three days late in posting this story. It's so typical of me to be late. (sigh) I've recently fallen in love with this pairing, but I'm not so sure whether I got their character right so please inform me if I got it all wrong. I hope you guys will enjoy! I took a break from writing and it just feels weird not to have anything to write so I'm back in the FMA section! Yeyy…I hope you guys enjoy reading. (smile)

Rating: K+...it's safe, don't worry.

Roy-meo and Riza-iet

Chapt. 1 One should not be so hasty to refuse.

Oct. 24, Wednesday

Riza glared at the ringing object on the philandering Colonel's desk and strode toward it, restraining the terribly strong impulse to chunk the phone out the window.

"Hello? Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye speaking." She introduced herself to the caller, redirecting the boiling irritation in her blood on the poor phone's handle as her grip tightened around it. Faint chatters came from the it.

For some reason females all over Amestris have been calling since early morning with their shy, girly voices that made her want to shoot someone. Specifically someone with black hair, a pair of cunning onyx eyes that matched that familiar smirk named Roy Mustang who should've been back three hours ago.

"I'm sorry," Riza interrupted with hostility. "Sir Mustang is out at the moment, but I'll tell him that you called—ah, yes ok then, Suzanne. Goodbye." She ended the call before the woman could gush about her darling Mustang, carefully noting not to slam the phone back on the table—it being his unpleasant habit that she had been trying to correct.

A ticked Riza settled back to her own desk, head steaming as she tried to continue the much interrupted work. But just when she was about to let go of the matter and cool her head, the man couldn't have picked a better timing to enter the abandoned office.

"Oh, Lieutenant, you're still here? It's getting dark. You should be getting home soon," the Flame Alchemist said in his cool voice, stretching as he sat down on his chair. "Man, I'm beat!"

Her bundle of nerves, gradually thinned by the numerous calls, was in danger of snapping when she spoke. "Sir," she stressed the word rather frighteningly. "I am absolutely positive you didn't need three hours for a bathroom break! Where exactly have you gone off to?"

The man rested his eyes and sighed wearily. "I got hungry after my trip from the loo so I decided to buy an apple from the market square. Good stuff for the body, you know. But as I was heading back to the office, a suspicious man ran into me. I heard a poor beautiful woman crying for help, screaming: 'Help! Help! That man got my wallet! Help, anybody!'" Riza rolled her eyes at his lame imitation of a damsel in distress. "So I did what any gentleman would do in the situation. I ran after the man for the rest of the afternoon. Believe me, that man had legs of steel! But then, of course, I caught him after the three hour chase by using something he didn't have which is—aside from good looks and alchemy—this," he tapped his head proudly. "So then I returned the woman's wallet and arrested the thief. Not only did I do my job as a state alchemist, but I made a gorgeous woman exceedingly happy as well." He posed the back of his head on his chin and sat crossed legged. "By the way, did anyone call while I was away?"

Her right eye twitched uncomfortably. "Why, yes, sir. I listed down the names of those who called. Would you like me to read them for you?"

He grunted without looking at her so the 13 feet paper rolling on the floor went unnoticed. "Let's see, Roxanne, Kathleen, Jeane, Marie, Denise, Beatrice, Erica, Dyan, Anne, Jenny, Samantha, Jane, Alice, Jena, Celine, Leanne, Jessy, Jillian, Abigail, Nicole, Elizabeth, Catherine, Jacqueline, Amy, Kirsten, Michelle, Kelly, Natalie, Raissa, Natasha—"

"Ok! Ok! I get it!" he mumbled, sinking into deep thought. "Hmmm... I didn't think women would be raving to watch a horror movie this coming Halloween…and how did my plans leaked to the whole female community? I swear women are such complicated creatures."

"They probably want to use the movie as a lame excuse to sling their arms all over you in the dark." Riza muttered, stopping herself to make a horrified expression at what she had done. She did not say that out loud.

Creases formed on his forehead. "Excuse me, Lieutenant?"

Oh, yes, she did say it out loud.

"Nothing, I was just talking to myself. I told all those girls that you'd return their calls and since I haven't read the list halfway, I suggest you start making those calls soon," she advised, unhooking her coat from the stand. "And by the way, sir, you're not getting away with the work you left unfinished today to do your heroic deeds. We will resume tomorrow. And if you manage to create another excuse, I will make sure that your work will be tripled day after day until you stop putting off work. Good evening, sir." Riza left the moaning Colonel to make his calls, which, by the length of the list, would take a while. And guilty as she felt with invisible horns protruding from her head, she couldn't resist but to laugh about it on the way out.

Oct. 25, Thursday

The lady lieutenant walked on the hallway that morning smiling at her subordinates to reply a good morning, Black Hayate trailing at her feet. Morning greeings such as that were only natural, but the greetings from her office mates gave her were out of the ordinary; her radar for picking up suspicious actions peaked the moment she stepped into the office.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye! A pleasant good morning to you!" a burly Major Armstrong cried in his usual topless, jaunty self.

Havoc and the gang were smiling their needy smiles people had when they needed a BIG favor desperately. She figured out as much.

She laid her bag on her table and sat on the edge. "Alright, what is it?" The four—excluding the Major—crawled on their knees.

"Lieutenant, we're desperate!" Breda pleaded, the rest nodding. "Please say yes!"

Riza stared at the men with a look between shock and cluelessness. "H-huh? Say yes to what?"

Havoc laughed nervously, the cigar never leaving his mouth. "Well, you see…we're in a tight, agonizing situation of…"

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Roy surrendered and slumped his head on the cold, hard surface, color slowly draining from his face. He couldn't do it anymore. It was too much for him. It was the end.

"Sir, please stop over exaggerating. It isn't that much. And it wouldn't be like this if you did your work yesterday, the day before that, and the day before that instead of spacing out, complaining, making phone calls not related to work, taking unusually long breaks, and cleaning windows." She told the man bluntly.

Mustang glared in his defeated state and pouted. "Slave driver."

"I work under you, sir," Riza reminded, returning to her desk. "Now, would you please stop complaining? You're almost done."

"Fine. Boss driver." He grumbled, slanting both eyebrows. He struggled with the last document and released his pen after signing the last sheet as if it just burned him. "There! Done! I wasted my whole afternoon in the office."

Riza blew her golden bangs away from her forehead, completely wasted in exasperation. "Thank you, sir! And yes," she cut him off, "You may plug-in the phone now."

As Roy fixed the device back on his desk, Riza gathered her belongings and prepared to leave when Havoc's request daunted her mind. She was already pulling her coat's sleeve up her arm when the phone stared ringing

"Lieutenant, another favor, would you ask the Colonel about it too?" Jean Havoc said through a newly lit cigar. "It might greatly solve our problem if you did. He listens to you…in a different sort of way. Promise, ok?"

Better said than done, she was regretting that promise already at the stupid question she'll be asking him, but a promise was a promise. "Sir," Roy's onyx eyes met her amber ones before he answered the phone so that it kept on ringing. "Do you—Are you busy on Friday night?" Ok, so she chickened out and twisted the question, but she still asked, right? So technically, she didn't break her promise.

For a moment, Roy didn't hear the phone's noisy ringing, his mind too busy swallowing what she had just said. Even for a moment there, he actually thought Riza was asking him out! But Riza doesn't ask anybody out so his must be a trick to get me work overtime on those files I hid under the table… He scratched his head and replied immediately, not giving it much thought.

"Yeah, I have a date that night." What he said was true since a girl at the coffee shop asked him out two days ago. (Yes, unfortunately, women are the ones asking in his case.)

"Oh. Ok then. Good night, sir." She whistled for Black Hayate to leave the room.

"Good night, Lieutenant," he followed, picking up the phone.

Outside, Hawkeye leaned against the wall and breathed in deeply. "Thank God!"

Oct. 26, Friday

Mustang couldn't focus on his date, a gorgeous woman of blonde in a stunning black gown with a plunging neck line, and so far everything the woman said went in and out of his ears. Even the desperate gestures she made with her hand on the table in hopes that he'll top it with his own went unnoticed by the distracted Colonel. His mind was flying back to early that morning when Riza came into office looking…normal. The more he thought about last night the more suspicious he became. "Are you busy on Friday night" is definitely an asking-you-out type of question. So then why would she—the Riza Hawkeye—choose that type of question if she doesn't want to go out with me? It must be a trick after all. But then if it wasn't a trick and was the other option, did my answer break her heart? She seemed normal enough when she walked into office today so it can't be. Still, beneath that strong mask could lie a broken woman…

"Roy-kun!"

The man gave a minor jolt in his seat. "Hmm?"

The woman stared at him anxiously. "You haven't touched your dinner. Is everything alright?"

He smiled it off and fed himself a tasty slice of steak, wondering if he would be dining with Riza if he hadn't blown her off. It's not like she's the type of person who displays her feelins for eveyone to see . I'll just ask her tomorrow since cracking this case will just give me a headache if I pursue with just my maybe's. Wait, how stupid! It's not like she'll admit it after I refused…I wonder if I gave the wrong answer…

And that's the end of chapter one! Thanks for your time and please review. It's a tradition that should never be broken. Read and review! (smile) Updating dates will be random since my mom set this 'parental control' curfew on school days, but I'll avoid making people wait on this story for a long period of time (I'm saying months, guys.) Thanks for reading!

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Disclaimer: I don't own the Full Metal Alchemist anime. I don't even own the dvd! My sister does. (Booo)