A/N: An update! Gasp! I know, I know, it's been months. I promise I'll have more soon. Until then, enjoy the next chapter.

Chapter 4:

Edward had made it down a few hallways when he started walking instead. Now, he was unsure of where to go next. He couldn't go back to the military living quarters where Alphonse was waiting for him; he would want to know everything that happened. No, he wasn't ready for explanations yet. Instead, he decided to wander outside, in the cool autumn air. Finally reaching the front gate of the headquarters, he slowly walked the sidewalks in thought. Unfortunately, storm clouds had made the scenery a bit dark. It appeared as though they were in for some rain. The weather went along with Edward's mood. To put it simply, he felt miserable. Not only did he feel completely embarrassed, he left poor Mustang there in an awkward position. Edward had the chance to show how he really felt, and he blew it. His feelings for Roy started to become more obvious.

Why do I feel so guilty? Maybe the Colonel was just trying to be supportive. Then again, I can't forget the feeling we shared when he held me… FEH! This is stupid! This isn't like me at all… what is it about him that makes me act like a totally different person?

He sighed, but was quickly interrupted from his thought by a familiar figure up ahead. It was Mustang. From the looks of it, he had wandered out of HQ for a walk as well. His back was facing Edward, giving him some time to contemplate action. Ed wanted to say something to him, but had no idea where to start. Dismissing the thought, he turned around and headed back to HQ. He knew he had to face Al, but he quickly decided to just lie and go to bed without much detail. He felt bad for lying to his brother, but it would be a very strange conversation if Edward told him he was in love with Roy.

The next morning, Mustang arrived late at the office. He had been out drinking last night, in an attempt to forget the rejection he had endured.

"Sir, you don't look well. Are you feeling alright?" Hawkeye asked. He seated himself at his desk, and looked down.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just had a late night, is all."

"Alright…" she wasn't happy with his response, but she decided it would be better if she left it alone. Meanwhile, Roy played the other day's events over in his head. It was painful, yes, but he didn't want this to consume him. He would try his best to go on as if nothing had happened. It would be the best for Edward, and for himself. Although, he would be lying if he said he didn't love him.

The day carried on, and Mustang found himself glancing at the door after each paper was signed. He knew he had to forget this, but had no idea how to go about doing so. Most importantly, what is he going to say to Edward? His eyes continued to lose focus on the paperwork. Hawkeye noticed this, and grew more concerned.

"Sir, if I may ask –," she was interrupted by the door busting open. Roy was startled, and expected a small blonde to be standing in the door way. To his misfortune, it was a blonde… but he wasn't small.

"COLONEL ROY MUSTANG, GOOD AFTERNOON TO YOU!" echoed the voice of Alex Louis Armstrong.

Roy cringed.

"IT'S A BRILLIANT DAY, WOULDN'T YOU AGREE?" he continued.

The office was quiet.

Armstrong dismissed the awkward silence and laughed, "I'VE GOT GREAT NEWS FOR YOU, COLONEL!"

"Major, please, stop yelling," commanded Mustang.

"Yes, of course. My apologies, Colonel," Armstrong obeyed. Then, as if this mayhem wasn't enough, in walked Fuery and Havoc shortly after.

"Is it safe?" asked Havoc, slowly walking into the office, Fuery right behind him.

"COME ON IN, BOYS!"

"Major."

"Right, of course! Let me start by saying we've got some excellent news for you."

"I could use some," Mustang muttered pathetically. Riza heard her superior's response.

"As the rumors do say, you aren't doing so well in the dating department lately. Either something's troubling you, or…" Armstrong paused. Roy's eyes widened at this suspicion. It wasn't that obvious something was wrong, was it?

"…you just haven't found the right woman yet!" a familiar voice continued Armstrong's sentence from the doorway. Everyone looked over in the direction of the voice, and there stood Maes Hughes.

"Not again, Hughes," Mustang sighed.

"Don't worry Roy, we'll get you out of this rut!" Maes smiled.

"If you're lucky," added Havoc.

An eruption of rage filled the office.