Woo! I've finally got round to writing Kit coming back, unfortunately it's not this chapter :P Yeah, I know I'm mean :) It may be Kit-less but I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, but I do own Georgiana Churchill.

Men and Women

I stirred somewhat groggily the next morning. I could hear George busying around her apartment, sometimes swearing in Drachmarian after there was a loud noise. I sat up and ran a hand through my hair, taking note of the small bedroom I was in. I glanced around at the walls noticing a large landscape picture on the wall opposite the bed. I leaned closer. It was a snowy picture with a tall white mountain, some emerald fir trees and some sort of animal in the vast icy plains. Around the picture were other photo frames with pictures of George and other people clad in the Military Uniform. I smiled at them.

I slowly climbed out of bed and walked towards the door, opening it and peering out to see if George was in sight. She was in the kitchen. I walked almost cautiously towards the room and silently sat myself down on a chair. I watched her glide around the room like I wasn't even there, but she laid out two bowls and two mugs on the side.

"Muesli or corn flakes?" she asked.

"Muesli," I replied. She opened a cupboard and pulled out a plastic box half filled with Muesli.

"So what are your plans for the day?" she asked, "Are you going over to Mustang's to see Hayate?"

"Probably," I replied honestly. George poured herself a little Muesli in a bowl and then handed me both a bowl and the box. While I sprinkled some muesli into the bowl she walked over to the fridge to retrieve the milk. We sat in silence while we ate. Something told me that George wasn't used to people staying with her. She seemed to be behaving somewhat awkwardly. She ate slowly, her eyes never leaving me. "Erm.. Do you keep in touch with people from the Briggs?"

"Nope," George replied brightly, "See I'm deemed a traitor for leaving my job to come and work in Central. I couldn't exactly say no either. Fuhrer's orders and all."

"Do you have any friends here?" I asked. She shook her head solemnly. I sighed. "Well, I guess that will have to change."

"I don't mind," George said airily, "It gives me time to do stuff that I really want to do."

"That's exactly what I used to be like," I sighed. George laughed.

"No I mean it," she said, "It may not look it but I have one of the most time consuming hobbies in the world."

"And what's that?" I asked.

"All the artwork you see here is my own," George replied, pointing round at the wall where a large painting of rose beside the fridge. I nodded at her and looked around the kitchen at various other flower paintings on the wall. George rose from her chair suddenly, making the chair scrape on the tiled floor. "Well, I should be off."

She walked towards the kitchen door, placing her bowl in the sink as she went. I got up and walked her to the door.

"Feel free to go out as long as you're back before ten tonight," she ordered.

"Why ten?" I asked.

"Because, I don't like the idea of you walking home any later," she replied with a shrug, "If you're staying out then phone me."

"OK," I said, feeling like a teenager living with my father. George laughed loudly as my expression fell.

"Sorry," she said, "Have a good day."

"And you," I replied, "Make sure you prod my fiancé a few times to get him working."

"Roger," George said with a mock salute before closing the door. I sighed to myself before walking back to my bedroom to get washed and dressed so that I could take Hayate for a walk.

***

"I couldn't care less!" I heard George roar from outside the door. I cringed as I heard the door unlock and it be pushed open with such force it hit the wall. "He's a creepy, creepy man."

"You'd say that about any guy though, wouldn't you?" came Havoc's voice. I peered out of the kitchen to watch the two of them talking. Havoc had his usual cigarette in his mouth. He was holding the door open while George took her boots off. "What did he say to you that made you flip anyway?"

"He was badgering me for my address," George snapped, "It was a totally unhealthy lust for my address."

"Lust for an address?" Havoc asked, raising an eyebrow, "I didn't know there was such a thing."

"Oh screw you," George retorted, "Hey Riza."

Havoc looked towards me and smiled.

"How's it going, Hawkeye?" he asked.

"It's good thank you," I replied, woodenly, "Are you staying for dinner?"

"No, thanks," Havoc said, "I live two floors up so it's not like I'm going back across town or anything."

"In that case then," I said, "Go and change and be back here in fifteen minutes."

"Are you sure?" Havoc asked, although this question was directed more at George than me. George eyed me cautiously but nodded her consent at Havoc.

"See you in fifteen then," Havoc said, closing the door quietly. George walked towards me.

"What are you up to?" she asked with a sly smile.

"Helping you make friends," I replied, "No go and get changed into something you."

"Me?" she asked like I had told her to do something impossible. She stood confused for a minute before going towards her room. I smiled to myself as I returned to cooking dinner. After a few minutes I heard a knock at the door. I went to answer it, peeking through the peep hole before putting my hand on the handle. I could see Roy with someone else behind him. I opened the door and sighed as I realised it was only Havoc dressed in civilian clothes.

"Evening," Roy greeted, giving me a quick peck on the cheek as he brushed past me.

"How was your day?" I asked. Roy shrugged as he took off his military jacket and hung it up.

"Busy," he replied. Havoc waltzed into the apartment, looking round like it was somewhere he'd never been before. I closed the door behind him.

"I imagined George's place to be totally Briggs standard," he muttered.

"So did I," Roy agreed quietly, "With a shrine to Armstrong in the living room."

They both laughed at each other like a couple of teens. I rubbed my head.

"What are you two laughing about?" I heard her voice from her bedroom. I turned my head to look at her in her doorway wearing a strange concoction. Her hair was up, like usual, with a few strands loose around her face. She was wearing a orange and navy checked shirt with a black tank top underneath. She was also wearing a short denim skirt with what looked like tight black trousers underneath. She raised an eyebrow at Havoc and Roy as their mouths dropped open. "What?"

"Since when do you wear… normal clothes?" Havoc asked, pointing at her little ensemble. She looked down at herself then back to him. She scowled at him before walking into the kitchen. I went to follow her but Havoc caught my arm lightly.

"You're not trying to set us up are?" he whispered.

"No," I snapped, causing Roy to turn round and look at us, "I'm trying to help her make new friends."

"Oh," he murmured as I pulled my arm from his grasp and continued my way to the kitchen. Roy followed me with Havoc shortly behind him. They both sat in two separate chairs, Roy's eyes on me while Havoc stared at George.

"So what did you do today"? Roy asked me as Havoc started to talk to George.

"I took Hayate for a walk round town," I replied, "I bumped into a few officers along the way, including Major Armstrong. He seems well."

"He didn't try to kill you, did he?" Roy asked, amused by my story.

"No," I replied, "He was with Maria Ross so she kept him in line."

"Well that's good," Roy said with a grin.

"NO WAY!" Havoc yelled. Both Roy and I turned to Havoc and George. "We were practically neighbours! Hey, Colonel, George comes from the town next to my home town!"

"No need to yell," Roy retorted. Havoc laughed loudly, causing Roy to cringe. "I never knew you came from the East."

George nodded: "My family still lives there. It's only my brother and I who left to go to the Briggs."

"You have a brother?" Havoc asked, rubbing his chin, "Older or younger than yourself?"

"Older. Joined the academy around the time you did, actually," George replied. Havoc looked at her weirdly for a moment or two before pointing at her.

"Bulldog*?" he asked. George frowned and nodded. "You're Bulldog's sister?"

"Yep," George said.

"And you never said anything?" Havoc said, raising his voice slightly, "We were like the best friends in the Academy."

"Ever notice how I called you Jean even when you'd only been introduced to me as Havoc?" she asked. Havoc grinned.

***

I walked into the City the next day with Hayate at my heel. I had been shopping for a few things that Roy had needed. I didn't mind running the errand for him, in fact I was happy that I had something useful to do. I was walking close to the shops when I saw George with another guy beside her. They were wearing the Military uniform. He looked like a clown with long blonde bangs and cropped hair. Nonetheless I walked towards them. George immediately spotted me and Hayate.

"Hey, Riza," she greeted, "Mustang got you running around for him already?"

"I don't mind," I replied as she bent down to give Hayate an affectionate scratch under his chin. "What has he got you doing?"

"I'm showing Major Haig** around Central," she said, pointing towards the man beside her. "He's a State Alchemist and new to the area."

"Nice to meet you, miss?" Major Haig said, offering me his hand.

"Miss Hawkeye," I replied. I raised my hand to shake his but he caught it and raised it to his lips. I felt myself tense as his lips brushed against my skin. His blue eyes stayed glued to my face.

"You're a very beautiful woman, Miss Hawkeye," he said, releasing my hand. I pulled it away from him quickly.

"Why thank you," I said, growing slightly worried.

"Miss Hawkeye is engaged to Colonel Mustang," George said in a matter or fact tone. Major Haig sighed loudly, his shoulders sagging visibly.

"What a shame," he said loftily, "Another beautiful woman off the market. Yesterday you, today Miss Hawkeye."

"You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend," I said, turning my eyes onto George.

"It's not official yet," she said in a tone that warned me to play along.

"Oh," I said, "You mean that guy who walked you home the other night? What was his name? John***?"

"That's him," George agreed quickly with a nod before looking confused. She looked at Haig with a smile. "Should we get going?"

"It was a pleasure, Miss Hawkeye," Haig said, "I hope I will see you again."

"I hope so to," I lied. George quickly walked on, prompting Haig to follow her. I watched them go, waving at Haig when he turned round.

"I hope I never see him again, Hayate," I said to the dog. The dog barked in agreement. "He's a little creepy…"


* For the British readers: This has nothing to do with the car insurance adverts.

** Another British General from WW1.

*** John is the English variation of Jean.

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