Someone please tell me if I'm going too fast…

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Chapter Four: Firsts

February 7, 1916

When someone tells you that February is the month meant for love—they're mostly correct. In the month alone, at least everyone in Team Mustang had a date with someone. Roy and Havoc traded ex-girlfriends, Riza found someone through Rebecca, and Fuery had his first date with Sheska. While this was all happening, Breda found himself not giving any notion to the dates and didn't even find himself a date. When this happened, Havoc exclaimed, "Are you nuts? Do you really want to kiss Ayame?"

"No, of course not," Breda muttered under his breath, "But what am I supposed to do? I'm this portly man in the military. Not a lot of women find that attractive." And this was coming from the man who insulted Havoc on New Year's Eve for the days when he was stuck in a wheelchair.

Havoc whispered, "C'mon, we're all trying our best to help each other out." He pushed a piece of paper to his friend, "This is one of the Chief's ex-girlfriends. She's really nice and her name is Annie. You can call her tonight and talk to her. Otherwise, I'm letting you meet her tomorrow night." Havoc straightened up, "As for me, I have a date with a beautiful Hannah."

"Good luck," Breda nodded as Havoc winked, turning away from his friend and walking out the door for the night. Breda sighed. How could he take one of the Colonel's ex-girlfriends? He threw the piece of paper away in the trash can. Breda knew he couldn't talk to women—it was as bad as his irrational fear for dogs. He leaned back into his chair. Kissing the alchemist wouldn't be that bad, would it?

6:29 PM, Central City Park

Jean Havoc looked stunning. He took the liberties of buying a nice suit jacket to wear tonight as he waited in Central City Park for his date. He had offered her to pick her up at her house, but she stated that it would be best for him to come to Central City Park and meet up with her there. Havoc did not want to mess up this date. He 'trained' himself to deal with the craving for his cigarettes. Before, he could only last two hours before needing a hit. Now he was good for at least four hours. He found that this also saved him more money, which Breda joked that he would lose to Major Mikimoto if she ever came around and the two placed a bet on something. Just in case his ash tray cologne were to appear, he made sure he never wore the suit jacket when he went to take a smoke, brushed his teeth well and carried around breath spray.

He pulled out his officer's pocket watch. "Didn't she tell me she wanted to meet me out here at 6:30?" He muttered to himself as it was now 6:32. "Well, I'll let her be fashionably late." She did date the Colonel for a while. A big black car came up to the curb. Havoc watched with a stupid expression as a beautiful young lady with blonde hair, flowing down past her breasts came out of the car. She wore a white jacket over her dress. Havoc slowly came up to her, hiding his bouquet of flowers behind his back. How the hell did those two break up? He thought. She's a real 10.

"Hello, Miss Hannah," he smiled to her, giving her the flowers.

She smiled back, "Hello Jean. Nice to finally see you."

"Yes," he nodded. He could not get out of his mind that she was pretty. Not only that, but she was rich. She looked like she was related to the Armstrong family. He started to feel suspicious of her. He threw away the theories and offered his arm to her, "Shall we?" The two started to head to where Havoc picked to eat. Actually, it was Roy's idea in the first place—he had wished to bring her there when they went out for a date, but the place was jam packed that evening and he couldn't get in—and once again, Havoc stole it. "So, tell me about yourself."

"My father is the owner of a oil reserve in the West," she started slowly, "We have lived here in Central for a long time." She chuckled, "There isn't anything that interesting about me, Jean. How about you?"

"My parents own and run a general store out in the East," he stated, "I'm in the Amestrian Military."

"Oh," she stated bluntly, forming a big "O" in her mouth. Instead of looking excited as she did before, she kind of looked bored now. Havoc looked down at her, noticing the bored expression. He tried to tell her funny stories and jokes, but they didn't erase the expression left on her face. He offered to buy dinner so get as much as she wanted; but like the young woman she was, she only got a salad at the restaurant. Havoc felt like he was duped. He guessed that's what he gets for grabbing one of his superior officer's girlfriends.

At the end of the date, the big black car came back. "Thank you for the night, Jean. Have a good night," she said as she stepped into the car. She waved back at him as he simply raised his hand. As the car rolled away, Havoc stuck a cigarette in his mouth. "Screw this."


February 9, 1916

"Rebecca, I need your help." Lieutenant Hawkeye slammed her palms on her best friend's desk in the Fuhrer's office. Rebecca flinched, not even expecting to see her best friend in here until Colonel Mustang became Fuhrer.

"With what?" she asked, leaning back into her chair.

"Could…" Riza bit her lip. This was such a stupid idea, she thought. She grumbled, "Could you hook me up with someone?"

"Hook you up with someone?" Rebecca echoed. Suddenly, Fuhrer Grumman came up behind Riza, poking her in the side, causing her to flinch and let out a little pip. She hated it when he did that to her, and she couldn't do anything about it because he's the Fuhrer of Amestris and her ultimate commanding officer. He echoed the same thing that Rebecca said, but added, "Why don't take on Colonel Mustang?"

"Your Excellency," Riza turned to him. Even though they were granddaughter and grandfather, Riza still addressed to him as a superior officer. "It's against the fraternization laws if I were to date Colonel Mustang. You should know this."

"Oh, forget about the fraternization laws," he waved it off as if it was nothing, "I want to see my beautiful granddaughter get married someday. I'm not getting any younger, Riza."

She turned to him, "Your Excellency! How can you say that?"

"I'm the Fuhrer, dear Riza," he smiled, laughing loudly. Rebecca just watched as Riza and her grandfather started talking. She really didn't want to step in; Riza just found out about her grandfather after the Promised Day. At first, she couldn't pin point why she couldn't remember until he brought up her mother and then things started to get clearer. However, since so much time has gone by between the two, their relationship has been strained. Fuhrer Grumman wished that Riza never joined the military—he saw it as a place not fit for her, but after all of the work she has completed, he softened up to the idea as it seemed like home to her. He wished he could've been there to help her from her father. From what Colonel Mustang told Grumman during their chess games, it was one of his biggest regrets. Now Grumman was willing to do anything to make his granddaughter's life better than her childhood; even if it meant to bend the fraternization laws so she can get married to Colonel Mustang—if the two ever shared feelings for each other.

Rebecca rolled her eyes. When Roy was transferred to Central, Grumman could not stop talking about him. He always expressed his desires for his granddaughter so much that Rebecca could possibly memorize every last word he said. "It's going to be Valentines Day in five days; why don't you ask Colonel Mustang?"

Riza didn't answer him. She didn't want to fight with him—especially when Grumman is her grandfather and the Fuhrer of Amestris. She decided to ignore him, crossing her arms across her chest and focused on Rebecca. "Becca you don't have anyone to give to me?"

"Well, there is this guy who is nice and all," she started off thinking about it, "I haven't dated him at all, but maybe I could hand him over to you. What do you say?"

She groaned, "Anything goes as of now. I just don't want to be caught in paying everyone."

Grumman has a sly smile on his face that read, "Then why not Mustang?" He had to be careful that he didn't annoy his granddaughter too much; he still wanted that wedding. Rebecca smiled, "Then we can go meet him tonight. He works at the bar on the East Side of town."

Riza sighed, "Fine, but if you're going out drinking again, Rebecca, then I'm the designated driver." Again, she groaned. Rebecca did like to drink, but often ended up drinking more than she could fill. She was worst than Fuery in terms of intake and worst than Breda when it came to how she acted. How could anyone act worst than Armstrong is one thing, but that's just how Rebecca does things in Central.

She came up to hug her best friend, "YAAAAYYY!" She calmed down, "But you know Riza, if you do end up with him you need to give me someone to date as well! I'm only doing this for you because you're my friend, okay, Riza?"

"Sure, I have to go, Becca. I'll see you at five tonight if the Colonel doesn't procrastinate on his paperwork," she smiled, waving to her and walking away. Just as she was at the door, she turned around to salute Grumman, who waved her off. "By the way, Becca. I have a man for you. He's at home." She smirked, opening the door and walking out.

"BLACK HAYATE DOES NOT COUNT RIZA!" She shouted.

5:30 PM

Rebecca Catalina did not like to wait. Even though it did take a lot of patience to fire of rockets and guns at people, she still couldn't handle waiting for people. She usually didn't have to wait for Riza, but it seemed as Colonel Mustang was delayed on his paperwork. The door opened and Riza came running out, pulling her hair down. Rebecca watched her as she usually did not do that until she was at home. "It's about time," she smirked, putting her hands on her hips.

"Sorry, Colonel Mustang got behind on his paperwork," Riza sighed, shrugging off her military jacket and pulling on her light blue jacket. She knew she had to change out of her pants while Rebecca drove the car. It couldn't be that bad could it?

"REBECCA! KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!" She screeched as they almost rear ended a car in front of them. Rebecca quickly applied the brakes and Riza was still unstrapped to her seat. She flew up against the backseat of the front. She could see why Maria Ross was in charge of driving the ice cream/weaponry truck on the Promised Day. Riza dug into her purse, grabbing a compact and glancing at the mirror. Her makeup was good enough for her, but her bangs and hair were all messy from Rebecca's driving. She leaned back into the back seat, putting on her seatbelt and letting Rebecca take care of things. "Are you always this bad of a driver?"

"Hey, shut up Riza!" Rebecca snapped, "There was a cute guy on the street corner and—"

"And you shouldn't have gotten distracted," she implied, smiling widely. Rebecca grumbled something about the traffic. "What's going on up here?"

Rebecca shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know, but by the looks of it, there's a couple of MPs standing around the fountain." She tightened her grip on the steering wheel, "C'mon guys!" She honked the horn, "I have a hot date to meet!"

"Where is this bar?" Riza asked.

"It's on the East Side of Central. Do you know of a place called 'Eastern Experience'?" she looked at the backseat. Riza nodded, "Yeah. He works somewhere around there."

Riza climbed over to the front seat and took in account their location. She knew how to get around Central better than anyone. "Becca, pull off into that street over there."

"Okay," she said timidly, moving the car to the right lane and turning at the first turn, "What now?"

"At the church, turn left and then you should get back around the blockade," she pointed out as the church came into view and Rebecca took a left. She could now tell which part of the city she was in and found her way back to the main street. Riza leaned back. She often had to drive to the east side of town because Mustang's apartment was over there. She knew it as well as she knew East City and her hometown.

The bar was empty at this time of the day when the girls walked in. A young man with wire glasses and blonde hair waved at them, "Welcome ladies!" The two of them sat together on the bar. The man smiled, "Well, Rebecca. It seems you're finally back here."

She laughed lightly, "I guess so, Bernard."

He glanced at Riza, "Who's the pretty lady you have?" She could feel her face get warmer. No one called her that at all—well… except Roy, but that only happened when he was drunk and who knows if he's really meaning that he's saying when he's drunk.

"This is my friend, Riza," Rebecca said.

"Hello," she smiled.

Bernard put his hand out, "Bernard Jenkins."

"Riza Hawkeye," his eyes widened. He knew that name anywhere!

He leaned up against the bar, facing Riza full on and ignoring Rebecca all together, "So, you're the famous Hawks Eye in the Amestrian State Military, right?" She nodded. She wasn't sure if she should be proud of that title or not—she had to kill innocent people just for that title in Ishval. "And you work for the Womanizer of Central; Colonel Roy Mustang." She nodded, but wasn't sure still if that was a good way to be known. "He hasn't charmed you yet?"

Riza opened her mouth, but Rebecca decided to answer for her, "Bernard, if he charmed her already, then why would she be here?" Oh no, she thought, Grandfather did get to Rebecca's head about Colonel Mustang. Great. Now I have to deal with Grandfather and her! Not to mention every now and then that Madame Christmas brings it up and when I see Major Mikimoto.

He looked dumbstruck, "I'm only implying just so I can confirm that he's a woman—"

"I've built resistance to it, Bernard," she quickly stated, "and Colonel Mustang is a nice person. He cares for everyone. Central knows about it because along with General Armstrong, they saved this country." She still wasn't fond of people attacking her superior officer after all he has done. While she could understand the Ishval Civil War attacks on him, she often found herself arguing against people who attacked him for the coup d'état. "He has saved my life a couple of times," she added, feeling a slight burn from the scar underneath her turtleneck and on her back. "And I've done the same."

Bernard's boss, a portly woman wearing a black dress came up to him, "Aren't you going to serve these ladies, Bernie?"

He chuckled nervously, blushing, "Uhh yeah. What would you girls want?"

"Get me an ice cold beer, Bernie," Rebecca winked, "and the appetizer special." She turned slightly to Riza, "How about you?"

She shook her head, "Water please." Bernard nodded, turning away from them and getting to work on their food. Rebecca looked at her friend with a gaping face, "What? I told you that I would be the designated driver. And after what I've seen with your driving sober, I don't even want to know how you drive when you're drunk."

"I'm a good driver!" Rebecca complained.

Riza nodded it off. Yeah right.


February 10, 1916

Kain Fuery glanced at the address in his little black book. He was supposed to meet Sheska at her house for a lunch date. He was nervous. This was his first date since the break up with Megumi. Their first date was a forced date thanks to the Colonel. There was a Xingese tradition that Ayame thought would fit well for the Colonel and Lieutenant. He decided to turn it against her and she asked Fuery out with the intention of switching with disguising her sister as the older sister.

He walked up to the door. "Here goes nothing," he sighed, ringing the doorbell. He straightened up his uniform and fixed the bouquet of flowers that he carried. He just waited outside, hoping for her to get to the door. After five minutes, he stared at the white door. Should I ring the bell again? He rang the doorbell again.

Once again, Fuery stood outside. He put gloves on his hands. He cleaned his glasses—twice. He twiddled his thumbs. He rang the door again. He walked to the nearest phone booth to call Sheska but after calling her three times, he gave up. He walked back to his car, drove to the nearest café to grab something to eat and then drove back home. When he arrived to the office, Havoc decided to ask, "How did it go?"

Fuery sighed, shaking his head and sitting back behind his desk. Maybe next time.


Sorry chapter four is so long! But I had to get the first three dates started or at least done or at least… THERE HAD TO BE THREE DATES.

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