A/N heyyyyy so yeah here is chapter 14, i hope you enjoy it!

i don't own any fullmetal alchemist creation!

Chapter 14

Finally his legs moved. They buckled under him, he hadn't realised how tensed up he was. He fell to his knees, but quickly realised that he needed to do something about this whole situation. His military was a mess, and it was partly his fault and now Riza… no he couldn't think about that he needed to sort this out first before he could even show his face to her. Always was the same, the paper work needs to be done before anything else. And they was one particular document he needed. The fraternization law. It needed cancelling, and so did the mini skirt law. He would sort this out he needed to, he wanted to be Fuhrer now he needed to act like one.

Walking down the corridor with Edward behind still laughing about the situation that they had just encountered.

'Win! How funny was that?! I mean Mustang getting it on in the office! I mean we all supposed that he would eventually, I mean his reputation almost demands it, but with Hawkeye! In the office! I wouldn't have thought she would have allowed him to… well… you know, move furniture with her!'

'Did you just say move furniture?' Winry laughed.

'Yes have a problem with that?'

'No not at all, what do you mean by moving furniture?'

Edward coloured at that, his faced dropped and he stopped dead in the corridor, he looked down and started shuffling his feet,

'well Win, you know' he mumbled

'well Ed clearly I don't otherwise I wouldn't have asked…'

'ok you know…!'

'no I don't'

'It's the…' the last part of the sentence was more of a mumble and Winry did quite catch it.

'Sorry?'

'it's the phy…'

'Again sorry?'

'IT'S THE PHYSICAL ACT OF LOVE OK!'

'oh, no need to shout it Ed,' she turned around and continued walking toward the Major Generals office. Edward looked as his feet and followed. The conversation was well and truly over, he had just embarrassed himself he could not say anything about Mustang, he would be a hypocrite.

They walked along the corridor until they found the still drunk Major General lying on her front face down in the door way of her office. Her body and head were in the corridor and her blonde hair splattered over her face and the floor, the bottle of whiskey half tipped over and only just being held up by her hand.

'oh dear…' Winry said as she looked down at the woman. She was asleep. And snoring.

'Should we move her?' Winry looked at Ed who was trying very hard and failing to conceal his laughter. 'ED!'

'What?! You have got to admit that this is slightly funny… go on you know you want to laugh!' Ed was closing in on Winry's face smirking at the thought that he could make her laugh. She was breaking he knew it, the corners of her mouth were twitching. She pushed him still trying to deflect the smile that was creeping onto her face. Ed chuckled.

'Yeah, I suppose your right, we better move her, her office?'

'Yes, come on I'll get her feet,' Winry stepped over the sleeping Major General and lifted her feet and Ed tucked his hands under her arms and together they lifted.

She made a slight grunting noise but did not wake up, they moved her to the sofa that had been placed below her window in her office.

'Go and get a bucket Ed, she may need it when she wakes up,' Winry grimaced.

Edward obeyed and went to the kitchen. Winry looked down at the lady and shook her head in wonder.

'What happened to turn you into this?' She started to look through her bag so she could give her a hair bobble that she would most definitely need when she woke up. She wrapped the small elastic hair band around the Major General's wrist in hope that she would find it before throwing up into her hair. She would have liked to stay with her, but she needed to look at the bigger picture, clearly this military was a complete mess, and she felt complied to do something about it. She heard foot steps assuming it was Ed she turned around and saw Lieutenant Havoc standing in the door wearing his full military uniform. A look of horror on his face as he looked straight through Winry and was staying at the Major General.

'Is she ok?'

'Yes, just drunk, she will wake up with a horrific hangover though,'

'Oh thank goodness, she isn't going to die then?'

'No Lieutenant, who told you that?'

'Nobody, I just saw her on the floor in the corridor-'

'You saw her and didn't help her?!' Winry shouted.

'I couldn't! You know how it is at the moment!' Havoc looked shocked and angry.

'So this stupid situation with the military now stops you from human kindness too does it?' She couldn't believe what this place had become.

'No that's not it! We were already reprimanded for breaking the fraternization law, we couldn't risk it again!'

'Do you think she was in a state to care! Wait you and the Major General?! No way! And who reprimanded you anyway?' she didn't need to ask she already knew the answer.

'Yes! Me and the Major General, she may be terrifying but she is beautiful person inside. And the Fuhrer of course.' the Lieutenant said shrugging his shoulders.

'Filthy Hypocrite!'

'What is that supposed to mean?' he said curiously.

'Ask him yourself,'

Mustang had just walked past and had stopped at the door and had heard the back end of the conversation.

'Well sir?' Havoc turned and looked at the Fuhrer.

'It means nothing, nothing of any consequence at the moment anyway! What we need at the moment is a plan, we need to sort this out and I take it you Miss Rockbell have some ideas, and so do I, would you be willing to work with me on this?'

'I suppose so' sniffed Winry, she wasn't impressed with Mustang at the moment. 'I would quite like the Major Generals help too, she is partly the reason this whole thing started, however, she looks in no state to help us, so the other person that started this was… Hawkeye. We need her.'

Mustang had prayed that he wouldn't have to ask for her help, Winry bloody Rockbell however had other ideas. Although he and the lieutenant had worked together and not shown there feeling for years now, surely they could do it again, however that time with the Homunculi Envy, and that time when she got her throat slit, or that time when she was nearly eaten by the other Homunculi Gluttony, all the times she had saved his life when he had been to cocky, and the time that Alec guy had tried to… ok maybe they had shown their feelings a little. But it didn't matter they still needed her help.

'Ok that can be arranged, anything else or anybody else you think we need Miss Rockbell?'

'Whoever you think Fuhrer, as many as possible, ah Ed, brilliant pass it here.'

Edward had arrived back with a bowl and a glass of water. He took one look at Mustang though and started laughing.

'Very funny Fullmetal,'

'Actually yes it was… and still is.'

Winry gave a disapproving look. Havoc fidgeting on the spot.

'What is it Havoc?' Mustang asked.

He looked at the Major General and then noticed that Havoc had only been looking at her the entire time.

'For the love of God, go on, go and comfort her, she is asleep so I don-'

Havoc had moved like a shot and was at the blonde ladies side before Mustang had finished his sentence. He was cooing her and shhing her and stroking her hair, it was a strange thing to see, the couple was damn right bizarre anyway, and Mustang imagined had she not been asleep she would have never allowed this in public, maybe not even in private. The thought of Olivier Armstrong in love scared him, its why he had got so mad about them the day before, the original Olivier Armstrong was terrifying, the one in love… couldn't either be worse or sickly sweet. If she was worse she would be as close to the devil as possible if she was better she would be no use in the military anymore. Secretly he hoped she got worse. He may not like her, but he respected her.

'Right anyway, Fuhrer can you please find Hawkeye, you seem to be on very good terms with her at the moment so you may be able to convince her to help us,' Winry had started to issue the orders, Mustang felt like his role had been usurped slightly but he didn't mind too much, she seemed to have a good head and she could keep Fullmetal in order… well almost.

'She won't need convincing, she hates the way this place is at the moment too,' He ran off to find the Lieutenant. 'This is going to be a fun conversation, not awkward in the slightest.'

'Lieutenant Havoc, you stay here and look after her… like I even needed to tell you, he is probably not even listening to me,'

Havoc made no sound to contradict her.

'Ed, go and find Al, and everybody else you know who would be willing to help.'

'But Win, what exactly are we doing?'

'We are going to have a dinner dance,'

'A what?'

'You heard me, the Fuhrer is going to make a speech, the ladies will be dressed up the gentleman too and we are all going to appreciate each other again! Got it!'

'Does that mean I have to wear a suit?'

'Don't ask stupid questions Ed.'

so yay! what you think? I hope you liked it! it made me chuckle, the moving furniture thing is something me and my flatmates say, so I thought I would use it.

hope you liked it!