Breakfast:

In the morning he awakes to find the sunlight beaming into his dark irises. His head throbs like hell as he raises a hand to his eyes to rub them. Its then he tries to recall what had happened the previous night. He realizes that he doesn't remember much of yesterdays happenings though his mind then drifted upon a particular name. Riza.

He sits up from the couch immediately, the blankets dropping to the floor carelessly as he did so. The room had been empty and he wonders why the air smells so much like bacon and eggs or could it just be his imagination?

"Good morning, Colonel," an all too familiar voice calls, from inside the Mustang kitchen. Her voice is abnormally cheery, like that of a blue bird. He wished she would have sounded like the throbbing in his head.

"Ri-Riza?" he finally moans out groggily, his head soon to crash back down upon the cushion beneath him. "What are you," he pauses for a moment, trying to choose out the appropriate words, "what are you doing here, lieutenant?"

He chooses to use formalities because he thinks he could have added power over her, though he suddenly regrets it when he glances at the time. "0900 hours!"

It's only then she walks into the room gracefully, with a cup of hot espresso in hand. "Yes sir, you were supposed to be in work over two hours ago but second lieutenant Jean Havoc said he'll have everything covered until you can make it to the office. Late."

He hears the bluntness in her voice but chooses to ignore it. "Late?" He asks, sitting up and taking the cup of coffee in hand before sipping at it hungrily.

"Yes, sir," the blonde lieutenant immediately answers, "He expects you in an hour as Fuhrer Bradley wants to see you in his office a few minutes after that."

The groan in his voice is evident, as he opens his mouth to protest or that is what she thinks anyway. But she is wrong.

"Why did you stay last night, Hawkeye?"

A long pause that had made her think. Why did she stay, really? Was it just because she had been worried about his predisposition or had it been something more? No, she couldn't let it get that far—

But she had and she didn't know why she hadn't regretted it.

"Your breakfast is on the table, Colonel."

She had replied coolly before heading to the front door and opening it. "Don't be late."

And when she leaves, he sinks back down on the couch and wonders why she hadn't answered his question.

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Just as long as the previous chapter, err, drabble, maybe a bit longer? I'm not sure. I can't even be bothered with word count. Anyway, a (special) friend of mine has nagged me for the next drabble, so here it is. I hope you guys enjoyed it. And will hopefully Read and Review!

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PS: The next update will probably be uploaded in a few days. I've got a few finals to get through and then I could probably get back to what I love most. Writing for you guys. Lots of love!