Misunderstandings

It wasn't often that Colonel Roy Mustang went to lunch in the Mess Hall. It was just his luck that the only day this week he did that there were tens of hundreds of visiting soldiers also eating there.

Alright. He was exaggerating.

Still.

Let's just put it this way; there were a hell of a lot more soldiers in the Mess Hall than he particularly cared for.

It only made matters worse when one such soldier decided that he really must sit at his table. And he couldn't even tell the man to go away, as he was a Brigadier General.

All those stripes and stars were mocking him. He knew it.

Unfortunately, not even he was fast enough to grab his wallet off the table and shove it back into one of his many pockets before the man noticed the photo it was open to.

He nodded at the glossy picture with a knowing smile. "That your girlfriend?"

Roy blanched. And then smirked.

Ed was going to love that. Well, love as in hunt down the Brigadier General and rip all his limbs off. Slowly.

"You could say that."

End

a/n: Not the greatest, I know. Sorry? It was fun to write though.