Make Love Not War

It was a cold dreary morning in Central that found Edward as irritated as he was. He had a stuffy nose; forced out of bed by a rather obnoxious Jean Havoc yelling at him through the phone, and pushed, by his traitorous brother, onto the snowy, icy street, on which he slipped about one million times onto his bum; much to the city goer's amusement. It only got worst as the neighborhood children decided to have a snowball fight right in front of Headquarters, making him attain; with much swearing and resistance, a soaked coat and neck (1). It wasn't his fault that that bastard Colonel had just so happened to be in a bad mood, too (2). And it most certainly wasn't his fault that the Flame Alchemist was taking his anger and agitation out on him, making him do the same.

"You're just a bastard!"

"You're an annoying little brat!"

"LITTLE!"

"Yes! Little and terrible, a hellion!"

"Shut up, you egotistical-"

"WILL BOTH OF YOU JUST SHUT UP!" An outraged and clearly pissed Hawkeye screamed, bringing out her gun, cocking it, before pointing it lazily at Roy, while pulling a pistol out from her belt, and pulling back the safety lock back and pressing the end against Fullmetal's forehead.

Both of them turned to glower at her. Roy rolled his eyes and looked at Ed through his peripheral vision.

"Fullmetal started it," He said childishly, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting at the silver gun that took up most of his view. Edward frowned and turned to look at him, jaw clenched and hands held down by his sides.

"I did not; you started it with your damn short joke!"

"He's lying!" Roy accused glancing at Riza before turning back to Edward Elric, "You started it with your comment on my age!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"DID NOT!"

"YOU DID TOO!"

Havoc stood up abruptly, slamming his palms against his desk in desperation. Both men stopped their bickering and turned to the man in question. Roy raised his eyebrow in silent question and Ed placed his hands on his hips, lips in one straight thin line. Roy smirked and said, "Yes my dear Havoc?" He narrowed his eyes, "Do you need something?"

Havoc clenched his jaw, closing his eyes as if he was having some sort of inner conflict, then he leaned over the desk eyes opening suddenly.

"MAKE LOVE NOT WAR!"

Then the silence stretched on and Jean clapped his hand over his mouth, suddenly realizing how out-of-place that was. Edward and Roy looked at each other through the corner of their eyes and blushed furiously, both consciously moving apart as if that comment had somehow rendered them of the ability to be near each other. Roy coughed awkwardly, and mumbled, "Um, I gotta go..." and rushed out of the office. Edward quickly followed after, not bothering to make an excuse.

"Do you think...?" Fuery questioned, still staring after them.

"I don't know..." Falman replied.

"I think that they might..." Hawkeye trailed off, the obvious hanging in the air

On that day every one in the office realized that love and hate were two sides of the same coin.

(1) The children were permanently scarred for life as a consequence.

(2) Upon arriving at work fifteen seconds late, he was confronted with Hawkeye and her gun and later, a very drunk Armstrong, how he got drunk, no one will ever know.