Disclaimer- i dont own FMA. at all. not even hughes. which is saddening....
I blame this completely on exie and snicks...and some late night AIM chats. it happens. really it does....
as always, reviews make me do a little happy dance. really they do.
-fireun
"Glacia is teasing me again, asking about when her 'sons' will be home for dinner next. If I have decided to adopt them I might as well feed them she says. What a splendid woman."
"Maes?"
"But what should I have her cook? I know Ed can have one hell of a sweet tooth, but I don't want Al to feel left out..."
"Maes."
"I suppose I could feed Elysia earlier, and Al could play with her while Glacia, Ed, and I eat...She does adore her 'big brother'."
"Maes!"
"Yes Roy?"
"Was there a purpose to this phone call or should I just put Lt. Hawkeye on the phone so you can babble at her while I get some work done?"
"Would you like to join Glacia, Elysia, the boys and I for dinner this evening?"
Dark eyes closed in a heroic effort at patience. Then a small, quirky smile twitched at the corner of usually stern lips. It was all at once infuriating and endearing to try and dig through Maes' pleasant babble to figure out what exactly it was he was after. "At what time would I be expected?"
"That's why I called. I need to know when you have free time. And don't you dare tell me you don't have any. Can't have an emaciated Fuhrer. Need to keep you fed. And who better for the task than Glacia?"
Roy shut is mouth with an almost chagrined smile. He had been just about to protest the invitation, saying he was too busy. Maes knew him far too well. "Give me some time to work and I will call and let you know when I am free."
"I will hold you to that, Roy." There was a pause in which Roy could almost hear his friends face shift into a particularly evil and mischievous smile. He had felt a pause like this before, and it never boded well for the Flame Alchemist..."If I don't hear from you I am going to repeat to Ed, word for word, those cutely complimentary things about him you told me last night at the bar."
"MAES!!!!"
Even from the other side of the door Roy's shout sounded murderous, inspiring Hawkeye to check her safety and Havoc to bemoan his lack of a bucket of water. Just in case...
"I'll see you this evening." Maes almost chortled as he hung up the phone.
"No one should be as good at...manipulating people as you are Maes. No one." Roy glared at the phone as he smacked it back onto the receiver.
The braver and more matter of fact of the two, Hawkeye was the first to venture a knock then peek into the now silent room. Roy had settled back in his chair, contemplating the now still phone, and secret sort of half smile on his otherwise business face. "Colonel?"
"Lieutenant?"
"Everything is alright?"
"Yes." He picked up a pencil, then paused. "Lieutenant, would you please make sure I have the evening free? It is a matter of importance that I don't miss this meeting with Maes."
Hawkeye snapped a salute, turned smartly, and exited back into the main room, where an anxious Havoc waited. "Well?"
"Dinner. With Hughes." Hawkeye explained, settling down to sort some paperwork.
"No wonder." Havoc nodded to himself before returning to his own task work.