Sorry, it's been a minute! Hope you enjoy more Roy vs Hayate!

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He remembered the phone ringing. He almost didn't answer, being too engrossed in a very interesting alchemical text he had been searching for. He recalled the slight edge in his tone when he answered. The voice that replied, to anyone else, would sound completely composed, but to him, it screamed panic. He had his coat on and was out the door heading for his car as soon as he hung up the phone. The drive passed in a blur and he only vaguely remembered pounding on a door. It opened and he was quickly pulled inside the small apartment.

"What's the matter Hawkeye?" Roy quickly turned around and felt his heart sink.

Riza had her hair down but it was in disarray as if she had been combing her hands through it in haste. She still had her uniform on but decided to toss her coat aside, leaving her in only her brown turtleneck and issued pants, her waist cape was also discarded. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes showed her intense worry. She walked past him and further into her apartment, Roy on her heels.

When Roy caught up to her, Riza was sitting on the floor in front of the couch. It was then he noticed that Hayate had his head in her lap, the dog looked up at him with what he could only be described as distress. Roy immediately sat down beside his Lieutenant and reached out to scratch the dog's ears.

"What happened Hawkeye?"

Roy watched Riza as she seemed to contemplate how to answer. Pain and confusion swirled behind those enchanting mahogany eyes. She didn't look up from Hayate as she answered.

"Hayate didn't seem to act any different than usual until I got home and he seemed really sluggish, then I noticed the wrapper. I didn't even know I had that in my bag. Rebecca must have slipped it in there when we went out for lunch. I called the vet, and since it didn't appear that Hayate had eaten that much, she just said to watch him for a bit, maybe dry some Hydrogen peroxide to induce vomiting. But… I'm scared. I don't want to lose him."

"You won't lose him Riza. He cares about you too much to leave you alone." As Roy was about to reach up and put his arm around her shoulders, Hayate whined and nuzzled into Riza. She took that as a cue and nuzzled his head more. Roy tried to smoothly put his arm down, trying to not make the situation awkward.

"That dog is too much like you to let something as small as chocolate get the best of him. He picked up on your stubbornness."

This made Riza laugh, though it was quiet, almost a whisper. She bumped his shoulder with her own.

"I know. I just… hate seeing him like this. Knowing I can't do much."

Roy took the risk and placed his hand on her knee.

"He knows you're doing your best."

"I just wish I could take some of his pain for him."

They were both quiet as they watched Hayate doze.

"From what I can remember, you've always been a sucker for a piece of chocolate." Roy tried to lighten the mood, he noticed the corner of Riza's lips quirk at the memory.

"Especially the chocolate from Creta that your Aunt would send us."

"If I remember correctly I hardly got any since you swiped my package before I got the chance to open it." He spoke fondly as he raised a hand to his chin.

"It was really good chocolate, I couldn't resist."

Roy couldn't help but lean more comfortably against the couch behind him, Riza's weight which had previously been supported by his side, followed until her head rested against his shoulder. Roy waited for his Lieutenant to move, in order to save face. But to his surprise, she kept it there. With nowhere to put his hand, he gently laid it on her leg.

As soon as Roy was comfortable with Riza he felt something cool under his hand. He slowly opened his eyes and looked down to see Hayate nudge his hand off Hawkeye's leg, the dog's head replacing it.

Roy could feel the scowl appear as he stared at the dog. And he felt jealousy surge through him when Riza started scratching his head.

"He's a sick dog Roy you can't kick him out. He's a sick dog Roy you can't kick him out."

Roy was brought out of his inner thoughts by a gentle voice.

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Sure, thank you."

As Riza got up from her spot on the floor and headed to her small kitchen, Roy turned his attention to Hayate as he spoke in a harsh whisper.

"Okay listen here, you don't seem nearly as sick as Riza believes you to be. And I have reason to believe you are greatly over exaggerating. This isn't fair to her. Now, what's going on with you?!"

He waited for some kind of sign from Hayate that he was actually better than he seemed. But the dog just huffed at him before putting his head back down and falling asleep.

"You're lucky you're sick, or else I would have given you a more stern talking."

Roy harrumphed and crossed his arms over his chest as he looked away from the dog. He watched as Riza came back into the room with 2 cups of tea, passing him one before sitting in front of Hayate... Much to Roy's distaste.

"I remember when you got him. The look you were giving Fuery the entire day, I knew you would scoop him up eventually. I'm just surprised you didn't when you first saw him."

"I am too. Though you seemed pretty upset when I took him from you, I'm surprised Hayate wasn't sick afterward from all the jerky movements."

"Not being able to keep Hayate wasn't the only reason for my sour mood."

"What can I say, I really like dogs."

Once again, Riza's gentle laugh seemed to brighten up the dark atmosphere.

"You know, I see you trying to sneak him dog treats under your desk, you're not as sneaky as you think."

"He never took them anyway. He only seems to like the ones you or Fuery give him. I don't understand it, I got the most organic kind!"

"He just likes to annoy you. You know he likes you."

"Not as much as you."

Hayate chose that time to nudge Riza's hand again, both Roy and Riza laughed at the dog.

"You're a good boy Buraha."

"JUST Hayate?" Roy asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

Riza chuckled as she ran her hand through Roy's hair.

"You're a good guy to Roy."

Hayate once again nuzzled into Riza's leg, cutting their moment short. Hawkeye once again focused on her dog while Roy was left to glare at the sick dog.

The two soldiers stayed up as long as they could, with Riza's focus mainly on Hayate and Roy alternating between glaring at Hayate and creating conversation to keep them both awake. The last thing Roy remembered as he gave in to his droopy eyes was the calming smell of Riza's hair as he finally gave in to his exhaustion.

The following morning Roy awoke to a crick in his neck. The soft head of hair he was using as a pillow was gone. He popped his neck as he stood up. He looked around the room, noticing that Hayate wasn't there as well.

He rolled his shoulders as he made his way around the small wall to the kitchen. When he entered, he noticed Hayate eating out of his bowl.

"You must be feeling better Hayate."

Hayate didn't look up from his dish as he continued to eat.

"Glad to know this didn't upset your appetite too much." Roy rolled his eyes as he got some coffee mugs down from the shelf and proceeded to make himself and Hawkeye a cup.

He glanced up from his cup of coffee to see Riza emerge from the bedroom, hair damp and a light blue towel draped around her shoulders. She was already dressed for the day.

"Morning."

"Morning," Roy gave her a smile as he handed her a cup. "Hayate seems to be doing better."

"He does. I called the vet this morning. And they said if he shows any more signs to bring him in, but he's probably alright."

"He must of either passed it or thrown it up." Roy said with a shrug and took another sip of his drink.

"If he did, the question is.. where."

Roy and Riza gave each other a worried look before putting down their coffee and checking around the apartment.

"Did you find anything, sir?"

"I certainly did."

Riza quickly approached where Roy was standing in the hall.

"Where?"

"In my shoe."

Hope you enjoyed! Also please consult your vet if your pet does eat chocolate. Don't just rely on what the internet says. Have a good one!