Risa overhears a conversation… (more commonly known as a shouting match)

Warnings: Blatant RoyEd. Really. AU (Fuhrer!Roy and General!Ed). Pure, unadulterated Humour.

Disclaimer: FMA is not mine. Just as it isn't yours, probably.

Many many thanks to everyone who reviewed:D -san, I hope that this still constitutes as IC. Onyxlight-san and Silver Moon Rebel-san, here's the "more"... I hope you enjoy it, even though it's a lot different in theme. And AirElemental101-san, I hope you still find it enjoyable even if it isn't using the same idea anymore. :P Niver-san, I hope you find this funny as well! Preferably funnier, because when I wrote this, I really just felt like writing humour. Although I admit that I'm not very good at it...

Secretary of State Risa Hawkeye sighed as a loud yell resounded through the Fuhrer's office.

Five years after the War of Sins and they were still at it…

"What the hell was that for, you… you PERVERTED FUHRER!"

Hawkeye could practically hear Roy's quiet chuckle.

"Now now, General Fullmetal. Is that any way to speak to your superior?"

"Shut up! Just because you're the Fuhrer doesn't give you the damn right to slap my bloody ass!"

Risa raised a brow. She really wished Roy would stop being a depraved pervert and just tell Ed already. It'd do wonders to the peace in Roy's staff office.

There was a suspicious silence, and what sounded distinctly like a body being thrown into furniture.

"What the HELL was that, Mustang!"

"Why, a kiss, of course."

This time, not even Risa could help but choke on her tea.

The tell-tale glow of alchemic reactions seeped from the space between the floor and Roy's door; and a loud yell of "BASTARD!" shook the building.

Risa sighed again and massaged her temple. Now that her wish of Roy telling – or rather, showing it seemed – had been fulfilled… She decided that there was one other important request she had to make to whatever higher being was out there.

Ed should stop being in denial, and the two of them should stick to pursuing their little liaison at home where it belonged… Not at work where there were not-so-negligible spaces between office doors and the flooring.

After all, the sexual tension was already ridiculously loud and obvious. Risa didn't even want to consider what she'd have to live through when the two of them eventually moved past the 'tension'…

Btw, "and what sounded distinctly like a body being thrown into furniture" is really supposed to be ambiguous in meaning :P /wink/

Poor Risa, and her womanly/motherly/sisterly instincts. Lol. It must get annoying, watching them run around each other in circles.

Also found in my trusty 'ol notebook. Religion, by far, seems to be my most inspiring high school class. Even if it's not really supposed to be inspiring the things it seems to. Lol.