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Chapter 7- The Mattress

"You should really get a new mattress," Hawkeye said, pointing at the many visible springs jutting out from the lumpy, uneven, mattress.

Roy crossed his arms and pouted. "Maybe I don't want a new one."

Hawkeye rolled her eyes and stared Roy hard in his eyes. "I guarantee that one day you're going to get impaled by one of these springs." Hawkeye tapped a spring with her finger, causing it to shake back and forth. A small, evil smile spread out of Hawkeye's face. "On second thought, keep the mattress."

"Uh, how come?" Roy asked, slightly nervous at the sudden change in Hawkeye's voice.

"Oh, It's nothing," Hawkeye lied with a shrug.

Black Hayate, who had been standing silently at Hawkeye's heels, barked in agreement with what the Lieutenant had said.

Roy became slightly nervous, and the look in Hawkeye's deep brown eyes wasn't helping. The fact that Hawkeye also had her hand placed firmly on the gun strapped to her side made everything a lot worse. "Lieutenant, you really think I should get a new mattress."

Hawkeye smiled and nodded her head. "I think that's a good idea sir."


Later on that day...

"Nice mattress Colonel," Ed said, holding his breath so he didn't laugh.

"Yeah yeah, very funny," Roy said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm serious," Ed said with a straight face. "I'm sure everyone wants a mattress that looks like this." Ed paused for a moment before adding, "Well, every five year old girl."

Roy eyes his mattress. It's was fairly small, small enough that even Fullmetal's feet would stick off the edge. It's was sparkly pink with small bows around the edge of it. For a brief moment Roy thought about grabbing his ignition gloves and burning it, but then had a good feeling that it would have been the last thing he would do.

"You like the mattress?" Hawkeye asked as she walked casually into the room, her hand close t her gun.

"I love it," Roy lied, he let out a forced smile. She has her gun. That's it, I'm gonna die. The future fuhrer of Amestris killed by a woman.

"Glad you like it," Hawkeye said, leaving the room.

A short moment later Havoc pocked his head into the room, his face breaking into a wild grin as his eyes met the mattress. "Nice style, where do I can I get myself one of those," Hughes said sarcastically, letting out a long laugh as he walked down the hallway and away from Roy's office.

He asked for it, Roy thought as a wicked grin appeared on his face.


That night Havoc walked into his dorm room. He let out a yawn and collapsed onto his bed, exhaustion taking it's toll. Something felt different, his mattress felt stiff and smelled like fabric; it usually felt lumpy and smelled of cheese.

Havoc stood up and turned on the lights. His eyes widened when he saw the sparkly pink mattress on his bed frame. That damn colonel. He thought. Suddenly Havoc had an idea.


The next morning Havoc sat on the top of a building, a riffle in his hands. Havoc carefully pointed the gun at the small open window. Peering closely, Havoc saw Roy Mustang sitting in his chair, his back to the window.

Havoc released a slow breath and pulled the trigger.

End...