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Chapter Three: The Mustang Skirt Campaign

Lanfan awoke.

Ling faintly smiled as he polished his cutlass. Lanfan always looked so girly when she woke up. She'd yawn like a kitten, her surprisingly long lashes fluttering.

"Good morning," he said, chuckling as her already-large eyes widened comically at the sight of the clock.

"I slept that long!?" She leaped from the bed to bow in apology. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have fallen asleep anyhow. And in your bed for heaven's sakes!"

He laughed in reply. "It's fine. You're actually kind of cute when you sleep, really."

She calmed down, her face becoming its usual mask. Since she had vowed to her grandfather not to wear her guard's mask until she was fit to truly guard again, it was even more difficult for her to keep her emotions in check. "Well, we'd better set off now, since we're already behind."

The twosome had a light breakfast and checked out, abandoning their horses for the train station heading for Port Town.

"Two one-way tickets to Port Town," Ling said, slipping the cash under the ticket window, exchanging them for the tickets.

"You and your girlfriend going moving to the better view, huh?" The young man in the booth said, counting up the bills and giving adequate change back. His copper hair fell in waves to the nape of his neck, and his blue eyes were lively and cheerful.

"Nah, we're travelling overseas for her arm," Ling said, rubbing the back of his head and gesturing to Lanfan.

"And I'm not his girlfriend," she felt the need to add.

"Really? Well, just know you always have Robbie here at the train station to show you a good time," the young man told Lanfan, winking.

Lanfan tried to smile politely, but it came out more as a forced grimace. He was attractive, but a little too straightforward for her tastes. "Err…. I'll keep that in mind."

Ling laughed as they departed the ticket booth. "That guy was flirting with you!"

Lanfan muttered something under her breath about unprofessionalism. She just wanted to get the automail procedure over and done with. Since one arm was missing, she couldn't wear her full body armor, which didn't only mean that some of her most vital organs went unprotected, but that males more than ever were noticing her supple curves.

In Xing, flirting was rare. Courtship only ensued to lead to marriage, which was only used to ensure the health of the clan by childbirth.

"If you'll allow me to excuse myself, Ed told me to call him when I got to the train station," she said offhandedly, pulling out a coin.

"Of course. I can handle myself, you know," he said, gesturing to his cutlass as he tried to keep a smile on his face. Was there something going on between his guard and the pipsqueak that he didn't know? Of course not. It was obvious to everyone that he was fiercely protective of Winry, to the point of infatuation. But it was hard for him to convince himself this as he saw Lanfan blush inside the phone booth.

"Hey Lanfan!" Ed yelled over the phone. Lanfan could imagine his big grin. "How's it going?"

"Very well," she said.

"Wait, one sec," Ed said. "Mustang wants to talk to you!"

"Hi Colonel Mustang," Lanfan said, slightly confused.

"That's Future Fuhrer Colonel Mustang," the Flame Alchemist said. "But to you, it's Roy."

"Okay…." She wasn't exactly sure where this conversation was going.

"You know, you should wear more feminine clothing sometimes. You have a very nice body," he said.

Lanfan's face reddened. A loud clang was heard on the other end, and the Colonel's voice was replaced with Hawkeye's. "Sorry Lanfan. That was just Mustang's 'Skirts for Everyone' campaign."

Lanfan smiled. Riza Hawkeye was one of the few down in Central she had grown close to. They had much in common. Both were obligated to protect older, stubborn men, but loved their jobs nonetheless.

"It's no problem, Riza," she said. Riza was the only military official besides Ed, who didn't really count as one anyway, that she called by first name.

"Well, call us again in Port Town, if you get the chance," Hawkeye said. "Tell Ling we say hi, and give him a hug for me."

Lanfan nodded, hanging up. Riza had acted somewhat as a mother figure to Ling, as she had been to Mustang..

Lanfan made her way back to her employer. "What did Ed—" He was interrupted with Lanfan wrapping her arms around him.

"Sorry," she stammered. "That was from Lieutenant Hawkeye, as all."

He grinned. "Tell her I did this." He lifted her one foot off the ground in embrace, something Ed could never do.

"I used my last coin," she said light-headedly. "Oh, we're going to miss our train!"

Then, the prince and his guard boarded the train, heading off for a new town and new adventures.

Author's Note: LOL, I love Mustang's whimsy. But anyway, review please! Faving me is flattering and all, but I love the feedback. Even if you're from a different country, 'cause I have Google Translator!