Memos
Colonel Mustang sighed. It was three thirty seven in the afternoon, according to the clock, and he had been going from washroom to washroom for the last three hours, replacing the stock of toilet paper.
He hadn't known First Lieutenants could give Colonels punishment.
Apparently there had been a memo.
He had the feeling that Hawkeye had made the entire thing up, but wasn't about to question it. Four years of working with her had made him quite wary, and rightfully so. Just two weeks ago the Fuhrer himself had sent him an official memo, asking why his repairs expense account emptied itself on a weekly basis.
Roy just hadn't had the heart to tell him that the seemingly innocent, intelligent, and polite First Lieutenant permanently assigned to his office (on his request) was slightly homicidal.
When she had given him his sentencing, she told him she expected a formal report on what he had done and why it was wrong before the end of the day.
Roy sighed again, at this rate, he wouldn't be done before the end of the year, let alone in another hour or so. Who knew headquarters had so many washrooms? If he ever found the architect, he would have him or her shot on the spot.
What exactly was so bad about kissing a subordinate that made it punishable by washroom duty?
And just because said subordinate was fifteen years younger than him really wasn't any reason to hold him at gunpoint…
End
a/n: sigh I wanted to post a longer one for today, but couldn't find anyone to beta for me, and I figured, the shorter it is, the less mistakes it can have, right? Of course, I forgot that it can still be crappy even if it only has 250 words. If anyone wants to be a beta for me, I would so love them for ever… On a later note, I did get it beta-ed! Thank you Lady Ava is eternally in her debt
