A/N: Um.. chapter 14. Be warned, I posted this in rush and didn't bother to edit/preview. Forgive me. You'll find out why I posted this in such a rush at the ending author's note.

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Ch.14 The Meeting at Headquarters

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1627 hours (4:27pm) Central HQ

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"So... how did it go?" Al asked.

Roy and Riza looked at each other.

"Hell-"-"-Simple," they both said at the same time.

"Um... as in seperately?" Al suggested.

"I'll go first," said Riza. "As I said, mine was a simple task. Easy... yet boring. I asked her a couple questions. She asked me a couple questions. That was pretty much it," she explained with a quick summary.

Al and Roy gave her a strange look.

Riza sighed. "Alright. I'll go into detail. Okay, so Winry and I were on our way to a restaurant, looking for some good place to eat. We apparently end up at Wishbone, where Al set us straight, compliments to the man standing next to me," Riza said.

Roy blinked. "What guy standing next to you?" he asked stupidly. "Oh... me."

Riza continued. "So we keep walking and we run into Master Sergeant Kain Fuery, where he welcomes us inside-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," Roy stuttered. "Fuery? What are you doing at his house?" Roy asked suspicously.

Riza sighed. "I was about to say, Roy, that Fuery welcomed us inside the cafe he works for part time? Remember? You said he could handle the extra job," Riza pointed out. Roy thought back a moment.

"Oh, yeah, I remember," Roy said. "Um... sorry, Riza. It's just that-"

"I get it, Roy. I don't blame you," Riza said unemotinally. Roy smirked to himself and decided to go for a little humor. He craned his neck so he could kiss her and-

Al pulled the needle off the record. "Uh..." he said. "If you guys are going to... you know, can you at least wait till... I'm not around...?" Al said, very uncomfortably.

Roy reddened. "...Right. Sorry." Maes snickered softly.

"As I was saying," Riza restarted. "We ate there. Though, she didn't eat much, so much for the little late night episode last night. She only had some biscotti or tea or something-or-other, while I asked her the questions. Turns out she thinks Ed is a stubborn, rude little kid. She she also thinks of him as funny and unusual at some times. But, when I compared him to you, Al, she said that you're a fun kid who takes it easy, but can sometimes be impulsive and irrational."

"Impulsive! Irrational? I am not!" Al protested.

"There you go," Roy said. "Even though that doesn't really define the words."

"Okay, we get it," Riza said. "What else happened?" she asked herself. "Oh, she wondered what I thought about Ed-"

"What did... or do you think about Ed?" said Roy.

"I said he was an okay kid, and somewhere out of the blue she asked if it was true if me and Roy were really dating," she said nervously and slightly chuckling.

"You're kidding me," Al said. "Who told her?" he asked.

"I am killing that twerp!" Roy yelled in a mad frenzy. He must've found out easy, or he remembered what had happened a month ago.

'That's exactly what I was thinking,' thought Riza.

"You don't really mean... kill-kill, do you?" Al said, scared out of his wits.

"Yes, I do mean 'kill-kill'."

"Isn't that a little... irrational," Al said, using the word that Winry had used to describe himself. "Or burn.. or incinerate..?" Al suggested hopefully... or not so hopefully.

"It means all the same," Roy said, squinting his eyes. "Edward. Elric. Must. Die."

Al cowered behind Riza in fear. "Eehmp," he squealed.

"Can't you take a joke?" Roy said, instantly lighting up. "Man, you're easy to fool, Al," Roy said. He turned to Riza, which wasn't much of a turn. "Continue please," he said sweetly.

Riza looked a little creeped out. "Okay... I sort of answered yes- oh and Armstrong comes in at this point and we duck under the table until his back is turned on us. So.. she asks what I thought of you, Roy-"

"She did? Really? What do you think about me?" Roy said anxiously, like he was sugar high. Mood swings.

"I'm not gonna tell you," Riza said harshy. Bad-ass. Roy slumped his shoulders.

"You hate me," he peeped.

"Roy," Riza sighed.

Roy pouted and went into a fetile position. "Hold on," he said, pulling together. "I'll be right back." He dashed out of the room and returned with water streaming down his cheeks. "Okay, I'm ready," he said. He got back in his fetile position and started to wail. "You hate me! You hate me!" he cryed.

'Jeez, he sounds like Wrath screaming "Mommy! Mommy!" And what is he doing? ' thought Al, wincing a little.

"Roy," Riza said calmly.

Roy only continued to whine, "You hate me! You hate me!"

"Roy."

Roy only resumed his crying.

"Roy!" Riza yelled. "You're not even crying, for god's sake! You went into the bathroom and threw water on your face!" she accused. Roy's lip quivered.

"Well... how could you be so sure I didn't dunk my head in the toilet instead of using the sink?" he said.

"Then I am never going to kiss you again."

Roy's mouth gaped. "Um... I lied...?" he said.

"Roy Mustang!" Al said, getting into the joke. "You liar! What kind of boyfriend are you to lie!" he said with a fake gasp at the end.

"C'mon, would I really dunk my head in a toilet?"

"Yeah,"- "Works for me-"- "You're right," they both said.

"Good," Roy said. "So... can you continue?"

"Okay," Riza said. "Um... yeah, switched a couple questions around and then Black Hayate went missing, which resulted in the sound of a car screeching, which the car was loaded with Havoc, Bloch, Falman, Breda and Ross, all claiming that they were in of order to retrieve you from the clutches of something, which by the way I never found out-"

"What happened with the screeching?" Roy said, interrupting her.

"Oh... uh, Black Hayate was caught underneath and was miraculously not in any part... run over. That almost killed me, but he's okay, although I have no clue where he is either. Uh... as I was saying, somehow Breda had broken his arm- or so I was told, and then out of order and the cause of so and speeding, we get arrested-"

"You got arrested!" Al said, shocked. Roy, once again, looked to the ceiling. 'Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou,' he thought non-stop. Maes pulled a thumbs-up.

'Why aren't you talking?'

Maes looked blank from Roy's perspective and he pointed to his face.

'What? What about my mouth and your face?'

Maes put up two fingers and pointed at Roy's eyes then back to his face.

Roy didn't get it, but peered closer. 'Oh... you don't have your mouth anymore.'

Maes nodded.

'Why?'

And magically, a new mouth appeared on Maes's face. Maes sighed. See, when you pistolwhipped me, it hurt so hard, God just continued put with the pressure, you know.

'Heh. If it hurt you, wouldn't you like to know what it did to me...'

"Yes, I did get arrested-"

Two words popped into Roy's head. 'Oh shit.' Roy grabbed Riza's arm and pulled her to the side of the room. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Telling what happened...?"

"W-w... why?"

"Am I not suppose to?" Riza asked, ignoring Roy's question.

"Well... what if anyone found out? J-just... I dunno. Maybe it would do the world some good to know that neither of us were in jail," Roy said. And Maes directly kicked him in the head. Roy knew why.

Riza crossed her arms. "When were you in jail exactly?"

Roy sighed. Not good. Not good at all. He put his hands up and started reasoning. He thought the best route to go was to go straight out. Nice and honest. Right.

"See, it was like this. Uhm... I didn't have enough money to pay for the bill at Wishbone," Roy explained. Riza was about to speak up when Roy continued. "Let me continue. I know that we went to the bank yesterday to get our checks cashed in and everything, but I spent a little extra cash on something else."

"And that was..." Riza said.

'Honesty, honesty, honesty! Jeez. I've said too much. What am I thinking?'

You're thinking of becoming the best husband the world has scene. Wow, Roy, you're so caught up.

'I didn't even ask her yet.'

When will you?

'When I think we're both ready.'

You're ready now! She's ready now!

'Maes. Would I really propose to her in this dump of an office with a fifteen year old kid sitting on the desk trying to figure out how many watts are in those lights?'

If you did, then you need a dictionary. You know what the word 'romantic' means?

'Just shut up. I'll find a way to work this out.'

"Um," Roy said. "I had to pay for my car's repair," he lied. More lying. Naughty.

"An up-front fee?" Riza said.

"Ye-ah. Something like that," Roy finished and he and Riza went back to Al.

"What did you guys talk about?" Al asked.

"Military business-"-"- Our date-"

Everyone seemed to be talking over each other a lot today.

"Right. So was that it, Lieutenant?" Al asked. "About your day with Winry?"

Riza slowly nodded. "Mostly. Yes."

"My turn!" cheered Roy... or not-so cheered. "I interrogated him and he said that women are useless."

Riza turned on her heel and tilted her head at Roy. "Excuse me?"

"Uh... of course I tried correcting him. But then he got pissed about all this talk and everything and kept changing the subject and..." Roy stopped. He remembered something. 'Asshole! I'm an asshole! Why the fucking hell did I tell that germ that I'm going to propose to Riza! I'm a fucking asshole! A fucking asshole! No wonder he left with such a smirk on his fucking face!' Roy seized his head, but quickly recovered.

"I'm... I'm fine," Roy said to Riza and Al who looked a little more confused then scared or shocked.

"And... that was it?" Al said. "I mean he didn't say anything about Winry?"

"He said she's been a good friend and has always been there. He even turned red when I mentioned her name followed by 'She hits you with wrenches, no?' Then he blasted off with all these insults about women- where I disagree with all of them," Roy said turning to Riza nervously.

"You're sure?" Al said, jotting it all down.

"That was it."

"I mean Ed really blushed?"

Roy laughed. "Haha! Guys don't blush!" Roy said.

"Oh, Ro-o-oy," Riza said very seductively.

You guessed it. Roy blushed.

"See, guys can blush," Riza said, pointing to Roy and returning to her normal tone.

'Aw, I didn't know she could be so... sexy,' he thought dreamily.

Maes laughed and then laughed even harder. Oh my god, Roy! She calls your name in an erotic tone and you're already drifting away. You are... so wierd.

"Okay, Ed blushed," Al said, scribbling it down. He placed the piece of paper in a folder and stood up. "Well, I guess that's it," Al said. "So which one of you wants to keep the folder?" Al said, holding it up. "General?"

Roy had, by now, recovered. "Uh..."

"I can't," Al said, "because, obviously, I live with Ed."

"I don't think I could. Black Hayate has been very unruly," Riza said.

Roy sighed. "Yeah, sure. I don't have an excuse. I'll take it," Al handed him the folder and Roy gripped it in his hands.

"And now that you have," Al said. "Do some homework. See if anything can add up. Try to figure if they like one another or something."

Little beads of sweat buzzed around Roy's head. "What? But- but.. why can't you?"

"Riza can help," Al said. "Right?" Riza nodded.

"But what about you?"

"Me?" Al said pointing to himself. "Heh. I have an alchemy exam to take in three weeks. Sorry, but I have to go to my teacher's house for a little more studying... or avoiding to get killed," Al said. "By the way, if you run into her, don't tell her that I'm taking the exam. She hates me and Ed enough already. Oh!- I could take Ed and maybe Winry to lighten the load on you guys. Want me to?"

"Hell yeah!" Roy answered.

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A/N: YO! I know it was mega- mega- mega- mega short, but-

Ed: Don't call me short you pre-teen who's so spoiled that you run away when you don't get things your way, only to die and smell like sweat in the blistering sun!

Me: You're so short you actually could be my sweat.

Ed: Ew. Oh, yeah, well... you're ugly.

Me: You're short.

Armstrong: I am neither! My stunning features and muscularity have been passed down the Armstrong for centuries!

Me: You mean... generations, right?

Armstrong: No! Centuries!

ME: Anywho, you can't call it running away when you're only going jogging a couple miles with a backapck full of FMA stuff (IE dvds, mangas, etc.) a camecorder, notebooks, my Pendragon books, a bottle of Dr. Pepper and three tubes of Go-gurt.

A/N: Okay, back to the author's note. Um... yeah. It was super short and I'm grounded from the comp for like a month or something and school's in less that a weak and I'm going to San Antonio for two, three, or four days. It's like a 12 hour drive from here in Houston to San Antonio. That's longer than the trip I took from New Jersey to Canada when I was eight years old- (It took 8 hours). So I'll try and sneak in another chapter before I leave. No promises though. Um... Oh, yeah, I got the volume 8 (english) manga! Yay! And Barry the Chopper... needs help. shivers

TLFTR/TRL: Damn. I forgot to add this is in in my rush. AmoebazFantasy, oceana, horsehearted15, bohemianwriterredroses, flOofymiko, MoonStarDutchess, KTRose, C.A.M.E.O.1 and Only, Rei Sabere, TateFreak, nmi-nut, and Quandtuniverse. Forgetting to add this made me feel like an ass. So... um have some lemon meringue (Did I spell that right?) with some whipped cream.