A/N: I haven't really read any other Royai 100 Themes with "wind" (though I admit I haven't read many 100 themes lately), so I'm not sure if this is an original idea or not. I felt proud of myself for thinking of it at first, but I feel now that my epiphany must have been what the creators of the themes list had in order to put "wind" on there in the first place.

Oh well, hopefully I've added my own flairs to it so it's not a complete repeat of what you've already read.

Anyway, please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own shorts with a few "shiny" (as my sister put it, surprised that I would wear anything remotely flashy) rhinestones, but no FMA. My birthday's coming up, though, so maybe... nah.

When Havoc strode into the office and saw Ed slouched on the sofa, he very nearly dove for cover. But after registering that there was no Colonel Mustang to aggravate the situation, he let himself relax a little. "Hey, Ed. How's it going?"

Ed made a noncommittal sound and half-lifted his shoulders in response, clearly occupied with something else.

Havoc raised both eyebrows. "You okay there? Should I call in the HQ psychologist or what?"

Ed turned to face him. "You guys really have a personal shrink here?"

"Well, you know." Havoc shrugged and twirled a finger next to his ear. "Doing paperwork is enough to make anyone seek professional help. Even Hawkeye, but don't tell her I said that. She doesn't think anyone knows."

The teenager snorted but couldn't help grinning a little.

Satisfied that Ed was alright, Havoc settled himself on the other end of the couch. "So, where's Al?"

"Out with the lieutenant's dog," Ed sighed. "Of course, that leaves me sitting around by myself waiting for that bastard colonel."

Havoc noted Mustang's closed office door. "Ah…he's got a meeting, doesn't he?"

"With some important general or other." Ed's hands fidgeted in his lap. "If I burst in like usual he'd never let me hear the end of it, so I've just got to twiddle my thumbs and wait for him to take his own damn time finishing things."

Havoc couldn't resist smiling; no matter how many times Ed and the colonel went head to head, at the end of the day they wouldn't hesitate to help each other reach their respective goals. Ed's self-imposed restraint was more than enough to prove that.

He saw the scraps of paper on the small coffee table in front of them (the same one Ed was currently resting his feet on) and finally noticed what Ed was doing. "I didn't know you were still into arts and crafts, Chief."

The alchemist snorted again. "Winry just upgraded my automail. She says I should have more dexterity now, so she told me to practice handling small things like this."

"You mean cutting paper with scissors?" Havoc leaned over and noticed the scribbles on the scrap Ed was holding. "And doodling all over them?"

The alchemist grinned mischievously. "Well, Al's been telling me to let my anger out in less…ah, how'd he put it…oh yeah, 'explosive' ways. So that's what I'm doing."

Havoc squinted at the paper figure in the teenager's hands. "Is that…the colonel?"

Ed smirked. "You bet your ass it is. And I've just finished it, too, so now comes the fun part."

The door suddenly opened, and Mustang and General Raven walked out together. Havoc immediately stood at attention, and Ed reluctantly got up as well, muttering under his breath all the while.

As soon as the general disappeared, Ed leaped over the couch. Mustang caught his punch with practiced ease and commented on how holding a civil discussion in his inner office would be much less childish.

Havoc tuned out another one of Ed's vicious rants as he made his way back to his desk. He twirled his pen idly between his fingers, wondering when the others would return from lunch.

The haphazardly cut caricature of the colonel remained on the coffee table, saved from whatever malicious designs Ed had planned for it.


Mustang let out a yawn, closing his door as he entered the outer office. He blinked. "Wow, is it that late already?"

Hawkeye was the only one in the room, having conveniently found some papers that needed straightening until her colonel had finished. "Yes, it is, sir. Everyone else left an hour ago."

Mustang shrugged and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "I blame the meeting with Raven. Took away from my precious paperwork time."

Hawkeye raised her eyebrow at his choice of the word 'precious,' but made no comment. She slipped on her jacket. "Ready to go, sir?"

"Huh. I see Fullmetal was busy." Mustang had discovered his paper self and was examining it critically.

Hawkeye walked over to him and suppressed a smile. "Edward's quite the artist, isn't he?"

"That depends on your definition of 'artist.'" Mustang wasn't very pleased. "My chin isn't that square, is it, Lieutenant?"

She ignored his inquiry and made another observation instead. "If it's any consolation, I never thought of your face being so akin to a chameleon's."

"Tch." He glared back at Ed's incredibly gross misrepresentation of him, but the fact that the paper Roy's eyes were staring off in two different directions didn't help. Neither did the tongue permanently hanging out from the zig-zag line he supposed were his lips. "He makes me look like I belong in a big room with cushy walls."

"Well, I don't know, sir," Hawkeye mused. She looked from the paper replica to him and then back again. "I can see it now."

His eye twitched. "No, you cannot see it, Lieutenant, because the comparison doesn't exist. At all."

He chose to overlook her vaguely amused expression and fingered the back of the figure, raising an eyebrow when he felt the extra flap. "Oh, what's this?" He unfolded it and stood the paper doll carefully on the table. "Well, at least Fullmetal had the sense to let me stand by myself. Even he can't deny the extent of my magnificence."

Hawkeye crouched down so she was on eye level with the significantly smaller colonel. "Magnificence, is it?" She let out a gentle breath and her lip quirked as the figure fell on its back. "That was indeed a magnificent display, sir."

He crossed his arms and forced his already smirking lips into a mock frown. "Hey now, don't go bullying mini Flame. Play nice, Lieutenant."

"I was playing nice, Colonel," she defended. "I just didn't expect him to be defeated by such a slight gust of wind." She straightened and raised an eyebrow at him. "You certainly can't blame his downfall on a force of nature."

He chuckled. "When the force of nature is you, I can." His faced suddenly brightened. "Huh, I got it, Hawkeye."

She looked at him. "Got what, sir?"

"I got it," he repeated unhelpfully. Then he elaborated. "You're like the wind." He seemed quite pleased with this poetic turn in the conversation.

"Please don't say something cheesy like 'the wind beneath my sails,' sir. Then I will be forced to admit you into 'a big room with cushy walls.'"

She quoted him as easily as if she'd said it herself, and he smiled slightly at the reference to his earlier observation. "Actually, I wasn't going to mention anything that had even the tiniest correlation with water," he assured her. "I was just thinking that if I'm the flame, you're the wind."

"And how did you reach that conclusion, Colonel?"

Her eyes told him she'd already figured it out, but he humored her by saying it anyway. "Because the wind can fuel the fire and make it strong and bright, but it can just as easily snuff out the flame with one breath."

She nodded, letting her small smile widen a bit more. "Well, I think I can speak for the wind when I say she doesn't want to blow the fire out, as long as he doesn't do anything excessively stupid."

"And I speak for the fire when he says there's not a chance in hell that he will," he promised. He glanced at the clock and realized how late it was. "Oh, sorry to keep you waiting, Lieutenant. Shall we go?"

"Right away, sir," she replied readily, bending down to pick up the paper figure before they left.

He raised an eyebrow in question, and she just smiled in reply.

Nodding, he turned away from her as he closed the door behind them, even though he knew that he couldn't really hide the silly grin plastered on his face.

But there was definitely no harm in trying anyway.

A/N: I enjoyed writing this take on the theme (which was the third one I planned) and I didn't have to think much, which is always a good sign, so I knew this was the one I should stick with.

In the two earlier drafts I had Fuery note that Riza was like the wind in comparison to Roy, because I can see him realizing that, but when I was writing his version it just didn't have much...life to it, if that makes sense. But rest assured that I love Fuery to death, just like I do with the rest of the FMA gang. There are more than 50 themes left, so I'm sure Fuery will get his chance to shine again.

Thanks for reading!