Genre: Humor (is also kind of sad)

The Kiss between: Roy and Riza

Spoilers: None

A/N: I love Havoc. I can't write a military sequence without him.

Theme 8: I don't know a spell to convey my feelings to you

"Man, colonel. How do you do it?" Havoc sighed and propped his feet on Roy's desk. "You walk into a room, and all the ladies are spellbound. They can't take their eyes off you!" He stuck a cigarette in his mouth while he fumbled with a match to light it. "How do you do it." Roy rolled his eyes as Havoc struck a match several times with little success. When he finally lit the stubborn stick, the flame was so pitiful that it didn't quite make it to his mouth before flickering out. Roy stared at the match before gently touching the back of his gloved hand. A miniature solar flare erupted in front of Havoc's face, originating from the smoldering match that had now disintegrated. "Shit!" Havoc fell backwards from his perch and thudded loudly on the floor.

"Perhaps if you were a little more graceful, you'd have better luck with women. And don't drop that cigarette. Hawkeye will kill me if she finds more scorch marks on this carpet." Speak of the devil and…

"Colonel, here's the papers you asked for from Sheizka. I need that paperwork before—do I smell smoke?" Riza stared quizzically at Havoc's dazed body on the floor. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "One of these days, you're going to set this whole place on fire, and I will be forced to laugh at you charred remains." Roy smirked.

"Is this before or after you have a nervous breakdown from all the lost paperwork?"

"Ah!" Riza threw her hands up in the air and sighed. "I need those papers colonel." As she left the room, she tripped over something—something that grunted. "Oh, Havoc! I'm sorry! I forgot you were there!" Havoc waved a hand at her and slowly got up. Riza left the room, muttering apologies on her way out, and havoc sighed.

"See what I mean? They don't even realize I'm in the room. See ya later. Gotta get back to work." Roy shook his head once he was alone again. Havoc insisted that all the ladies were spellbound around him, but that wasn't true. The one woman who really mattered seemed impervious to his magic charm.