Summary: Maes has his first crush! But who is the person who accidentally stole the little Mustang's heart?
Maes's age: 4 3/4 years
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"Are they done yet?!"
The fiftieth repetition in the span of fifteen minutes was enough to even incinerate the patience of Sergeant Major Fuery who currently banged his head onto his desk.
"Maes, honestly, I don't know. I'm not in the meeting with them, all I can do is sit here with you and wait for your parents."
At that, the four years old's eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed a pout. Fuery deliberately closed his eyes and braced himself for the tirade that was about to come down on him.
"But uncle Kain, you are an adult! Adults are supposed to know everything! Why don't you know that?"
Fuery felt like crying. He adored his superiors' son very much, but the older he got, the more he adapted the whiny attitude his father used to display whenever his now-wife had forced him to fill out additional paperwork. And he was not trained to handle this.
Were was Falman when one needed him?! He had kids of himself at least.
"Maes, adults don't know everything. Would you please let me get back to my work? Why are you here anyway?" The dark haired man rearranged the glasses that had slid down to the point of his nose and eyed the small raven-haired boy with curiosity. "Isn't your mom home with Elizabeth? Why can't she take care of you?"
That was right. It had been a surprise to everyone in the staff when Riza had announced her first pregnancy with Maes, but it was even bigger when four years later, she had announced again to be pregnant with her second child. At only 6 months, the baby girl was way too young to stay away from her parents for longer than needed, making Riza a stay-at-home-mom for the meantime, unless an urgent matter arose that demanded her presence at headquarters.
Maes shook his head in a big "no" fashion.
"Nope, Lizzy is with granny today. Have you forgotten? Papa is meeting Miss Olivier today and mommy said she needs to supervise them before one of them kills the other."
Fuery chuckled. Well, that figured. His shift had begun in the afternoon so he had not seen that Riza had accompanied the meeting. He attempted to take a sip of his coffee – cold, he noted with disdain – and proceeded to ask Maes another question.
"Why didn't you stay with your granny, then?"
The boy broke out in a huge grin, straightening on the stool he was sitting on.
"It's because I want to see my future wife."
The Sergeant Major choked on his coffee and started sputtering a bit before he recomposed himself enough to look back at the grinning boy.
"Excuse me?!"
"I want to see my future wife!"
"Your – future wife? Who would that be, pup?"
"Miss Olivier of course!"
Hadn't Fuery already choked on his coffee once, he sure would do so now. Happy to wear glasses that prohibited his eyes to budge out, he forced himself to close the mouth that fell open and form a coherent sentence. He failed.
"Miss – Miss Olivier?"
"Yes of course! I love her!"
Maes now hopped off of his stool and ran over to his uncle Fuery.
"She's the most beautiful woman in the world. After mommy, of course. And Lizzy. But then it's Miss Olivier! Well, she must be beautiful, her hair is blond like mommy's and Lizzy's! And she has beautiful blue eyes and she makes papa cringe – just like mommy does when she's really angry!"
He couldn't continue his elaboration on how his crush on Oliver Mira Armstrong had formed because at this moment, the door to the Führer's office opened and a slightly worn and tired Roy Mustang stepped out of it, followed quietly by his wife and the woman his son had set his eyes on.
"I presume I will get the documents tomorrow, Führer Mustang?"
Despite of her best acting, it didn't escape the other adults in the room that Olivier Armstrong had a certain problem in saying 'Führer' and 'sir' directed at Roy without a hint of disdain in her voice. They had been big enemies during the run for Führer after all, and Roy's old reputation as a womanizer hadn't exactly raised her sympathy for him. Roy sighed a little, but it was Riza who answered Olivier.
"The Führer will get to your files as soon as possible, General Armstrong. I will personally see to that. We should be able to get it to Briggs by Monday, is that alright with you?"
"I guess it will have to be," the older woman grumbled, hardly intelligible, and she was already about to leave the public office as well when suddenly a high-pitched voice caught her attention.
"I will personally help papa, Miss Olivier! I will help him so he can give you your documents very fast!"
A rare, genuine smile formed on the Generals lips as she lowered her hand again from the door knob.
"Why, hello Maes. How are you today?"
"I'm great, thank you, Miss Olivier!"
He jumped up and down and skipped across the room until he stood before her.
"I worked really hard! I helped rearrange papa's desk," at that, Roy and Riza winced for a second, fully aware of the fact that their son had done the exact opposite, "I walked Black Hayate, and," he hesitated a bit and fumbled around his back pocket for a while until he was able to fish out a small, white envelope with the Führer's seal on it, "I made you this!"
Olivier glanced down at the small boy who grinned at her radiantly, and bent down a little to retrieve the envelope he offered her.
"Thank you, young man. At least there is one male Mustang," she let her eyes wander back to the Führer who frowned, aware of the verbal hit he was about to receive, "who knows how to behave and hand in documents appropriately."
She looked back down at the boy and another small smile graced her face.
"I'll be sure to read it at home. Good bye to you, now."
After Olivier had left the room, Roy stared at his son incredulously.
"Olivier Armstrong? Of all the people in the world, why would you fall for Olivier Armstrong?!"
"Your son is four, Roy," Riza berated her husband after she knelt down next to Maes to stretch her arms out. He quickly followed her invitation and jumped into his mother's arms.
"He can crush on whoever he wants to."
"But Olivier! Come on! She'll never let me live that down!"
At that, Riza straightened again, son balanced with one arm on her hip as she strut back to her husband and lay a finger of her unoccupied hand against her chin, eyes unfocused and turned to the ceiling.
"Now, that you mention it, it is weird. She seems to tolerate every quirk Maes inherited from you although she absolutely hates them on you."
Roy sighed at that.
"This doesn't help, honey."
"And it won't help you to stand here motionlessly. Get back to work," she berated him immediately and turned to her boy.
"Maes, you know we appreciate you trying to help papa, but sorting his papers is not the way to do so, sweetie." She glanced back at her husband who seemed to be short of spilling some tears at the sight of his desk and quickly turned around so Maes wouldn't see it. "You better help him at home. Lay out his slippers for when he comes home and draw him some nice picture, alright?"
"Okay!"
"So," Riza turned back to Roy who seemed to have composed himself a little, "I'll go to the Madame to fetch Elizabeth and head home then. Any particular wish for tonight's dinner?"
"Only for dessert," he answered with a wink and chuckled at his wife's disapproving glance. "But wait, before you two go... Maes? What did you just give to Olivier? A painting?"
"No," the boy grinned as he snuggled into his mother's neck, "I wrote her a love letter!"
"You... wrote? How?"
"Mr. Alex helped me this morning!"
At Briggs, General Olivier Mira Armstrong's behavior confused the rest of her team greatly. Nobody knew why the Ice Queen seemed especially merry this one day, and no one would ever find out.
For as much as she despised Roy Mustang, she equally adored his cheeky and charming young son.
Dear Miss Olivier,
you are the most beautiful woman right after mommy and Lizzy. All three of you have hair yellow as tulips, but other than mommy and Lizzy, your eyes look like the ocean! I love the ocean. Papa doesn't have much time to go to the ocean with us, but we went once and it was so beautiful and you make me think of the ocean. And your hair also looks like the sand at the beach.
Mommy told me you live in Briggs and that Briggs is in the North and the North is really cold, so you don't have beaches there. That's really sad. You should come with us to the ocean the next time we go. I'm sure mommy and papa and Lizzy will be happy, too. And Mr. Alex must come, too, he helped me with this letter.
Papa says, when you love someone very much, you marry them. I wanna marry you, when I'm big! But only if you want to marry me. Papa also says that the brother or sister of your husband or wife become your brothers and sisters, too, and since Mr. Alex is your brother, he would be my brother, too! I would like that so much!
Have a nice day, Miss Olivier!
Love,
Maes Mustang
