Yay! More reviews! I never knew that people liked this story so well, even though it's like.. what.. 12-15 reviews? But still! I'm so happy! xD! It's like, the happiest thing EVAH.

Edward: I thought I was the happiest thing!

Orenji: You are.. sometimes..

Al: Don't take it too seriously, onii-chan! I still love you!

Ed: Aw, thanks Al!

Roy: Yes, and don't forget about me Edward. –smiles-

Ed: …… You just keep your distance.

Roy: Ok, but I think we have a job.

Orenji: Yes! Thanks for reminding us! –gives Roy an orenji and nuzzles- Isn't he great?

Roy: -looks at orenji and then back at Orenji (whoa, confusing.)- Um.. Thank you? And yes, I am great! –strikes a pose-

Orenji: -takes a picture- Work it, baby! Work it!

Ed & Al: -totally freaked out and disturbed-

Roy: -clears throat- Enough of that. Now to answer the reviews!

THE REVIEWS!

Me: Lol. Yea, I will update every now and then! Can't keep my fans waiting! Roy: You think we're hot? Edward: I find that disturbing.. but flattering! Al: They always have the fan clubs, but what about me! Orenji: I love yooooou!

Anime Monster: I knew he was OOC! But thanks for trying to make me feel better! Writing Roy IC is kind of hard for me. ..; Roy: First impressions are important! Besides, now that Edward has amnesia, I can use this to my advantage. Edward: Damn perverted colonel! Al: Onii-chan! Don't worry, maybe he's just kidding!

Lelann37: Ok! Roy: Aren't I always nice? Edward: Pfff, yea, when you aren't being an egotistical bastard.

Mafiababe223: xD! Sorry, I just found that funny.. "go become a hobo now cause I don't like you" Lol. But my mom's like your mom! Same thing! Finally, someone like me! –gets all starry eyed- And thanks for reading! I'm glad you liked! Roy, Ed, & Al: -silent- Orenji: Noo! Not again!

Dragonmaji: -gasps- You want to kill Roy's gloves! Roy: -runs- NOT MY GLOVES! I LOVE THEM. Edward: I like you.. let's team up and get Roy's gloves so we can ruin his reputation! Al: No, onii-chan! You can't! Remember all the good times you had with the Colonel? Besides, that's mean! Edward: Aw, darn it. Fine!

Orenji: That's all of the reviews! Thank you all very much for reading and liking them! Or.. just reading and then pretending to like them. Either way! Arigatou! –gives all reviewers an orenji and nuzzles- You guys ROCK.

Ed: She gets so excited.

Al: Yea, but that's a good thing!

Roy: Seeing someone be so joyous is so magical!

Ed & Al: -stares at Roy- Riiight..

Orenji: I'm done! Now, on with the story, if you please!

Al: Orenji Yoh-chan does not own Full Metal Alchemist! If she did.. I'd be very worried for my onii-chan and Winry would be either dead or a very, very minor character.. Well, here's the story! –waves-

/Story Begins/

The next day came faster than Roy had expected. Al had waked him up at 5:10 in the morning and took his place in watching over the sleeping Edward Elric.

Roy trudged his way over to his office in his pajama bottom and in his military top. He opened the door and yawned, closing it tight and then walking over to the desk. He sat down in his chair and pulled himself in. He laid his head on the desk and groaned, closing his eyes and falling asleep again.. Until..

"Good Morning, Colonel Roy Mustang! Wonderful day today, isn't it! You would never guess what Alysia did yesterday, not in a million years!" Lieutenant Colonel Hughes exclaimed as he waltzed through the door. He whipped out his wallet and unfolded it, exposing the pictures of his little daughter in different poses.

"Isn't she just so adorable! I love her so much! Here she is in her doctor play set outfit, hearing her mommy's heartbeat through her plastic stethoscope! And then here's another one of her talking in her plastic phone! She's just so cute, I can't get enough of her!" Hughes proclaimed, hugging to pictures to his chest tightly. Hearts and stars floated over his head.

"You just can't say no to a face like hers!" Hughes went on and on, telling the sleeping Roy about his daughter. "Which by the way, Roy. I don't think you found yourself a wife yet! That's absolutely horrible! You don't know the wonders of marriage and having a kid with the one you love! But, if you want, I can help you out! Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye is kind of cute, how about you and her go out for a little date?"

Hughes, after getting no answer from his higher superior, looked over at him and poked his head. "Colonel Mustang, sir?" He poked his head once more.

He then went to the other side of him, grinning like a mad man. He put his hands around his mouth and leaned in on Roy. After his mouth was only a few inches away from Roy's ear, he screamed.

"WAKEY, WAKEY COLONEL ROY MUSTANG!" Roy jumped and smacked his head against Hughes. Hughes leaned back and covered his nose with his hands. He removed them and continued to smile happily. "Rise and shine, Roy! You've got work to do today, and you can't slack off!" Roy glared at man and sighed, clenching his fists.

"Hughes.. You basta-" He was immediately cut off. "Ah, ah, ah! Shame on you, Colonel! I was just saving you! Do you know what today is?" He asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Uh.. Wednesday?" The Colonel said, rubbing his eyes. "Yes! But other than that, do you know who is coming to pay us a visit today?" Lieutenant Colonel Hughes asked, still in his happy mood. "Um… Your daughter?" Roy guessed. 'God forbid…' He added in his thoughts.

"No! Although I would have liked that very much! You know she loves you, right! She calls you Uncle Roy-Roy, now!" He said and he twisted and turned his body.

"But, getting back on the subject. The Fuhrer is paying us a visit for inspection today at 6:30! He's going to grade us on how well we do our job and to see if we really deserve that rank or if you're just plain lacking! Come on, don't tell me you forgot!" Roy's eyes widened a bit.

"You have got to be kidding. He's coming today?" Roy questioned, standing up and looked down at himself. "I'm not ready! I'm still in my pajamas for God's sake!" Roy complained uncharacteristically. Hughes sighed and walked over to Roy, slinging an arm over Roy's shoulder.

"It's alright! Your good buddy, Hughes, will take care of everything!" He said reassuringly. We'll work things out! And about your uniform… We have a laundry mat right down stairs, we could just borrow a pair from them!"

"But their uniform sucks because of how many times it goes through the washer."

"Better than nothing!"

"But what I get marked down for not looking proper?"

"Possibly!" Hughes answered brightly while Roy hung his head.

"This isn't fair." Suddenly, Roy's head jerked up as he looked over at Hughes with a sly grin. "Hey, Hughes. Do you think you could do me a favor?"

"Hmm? I don't like that look, Colonel." Hughes said with much caution in his voice. Roy ran his hand through his soft, dark hair. "What, don't you trust me? I just wanted you to run down to my house real quick and grabbed my uniform." Roy said casually. "It's nothing dangerous."

"And why should I do it? It's your fault for not dressing today. What happened anyways? Did you wake up late?" Hughes asked, taking a hard, long look at Roy. "You do look tired. And your hair isn't combed." He continued on.

"I was with Full Metal last night." Roy stated, leaning up against his desk. "What? The Full Metal Alchemist, Edward Elric, woke up last night? And no one told me? Why.. I'm hurt! Colonel, I thought I was your friend!" Hughes fussed.

"Yea, well, I wasn't thinking about you at the time. But will you go do that for me? We only have forty-five minutes left before he comes to inspect us." Roy tried again.

"Why can't you do it yourself, Colonel Mustang?" Hughes asked. "Because I have to watch Full Metal just incase Scar or Takill comes for him." Roy said matter-of-factly.

"Well, I could watch him." Hughes argued.

"I know you could, but I can't leave him alone. I feel that it's my fault that I got him in this mess." Roy argued back.

"But it wa—" Hughes was interrupted.

"Lieutenant Colonel Hughes! That's an order, now get to it!" Roy shouted, throwing him his house keys and then pointing towards the door. Hughes caught the keys, sighed and shrugged. "Ok, ok. I'm going, but you better pay me back, Uncle Roy-Roy!" He smiled comically at Roy before closing the door and proceeding out the building.

'Uncle Roy-Roy..? Great, he probably wants me to look at more pictures of Alysia and swoon over her.' Roy groaned as he thought of the long hours he was going to endure with Hughes.

He walked back over to his desk and sat down again, sighing, waiting for one of his subordinates to come give him his orders. He closed his eyes and allowed his head to rest on the desk. Just then, Riza Hawkeye barged in.

"Colonel Mustang, sir! I've found some information that you might want to hear about Takill!" She proclaimed as she slammed down a stack of papers on his desk, which had to have weighed a ton in Roy's eyes.

Roy looked up at her and sweat dropped comically. "Is… Is this all of the information you found on him? Lieutenant Hawkeye?" Roy asked, stuttering. Riza shook her head. "No, this is your paperwork…" Roy hung his head again. "I knew it…"

Roy stood up and walked over to stand besides her. Riza eyed him and let her eyes examine him from head-to-toe. "Why are you in your pajamas, sir?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Uh.. It's a long story. Edward woke up last night and I went to see him." Riza continued to contemplate Roy's attire and sighed.

"So you couldn't go home to change?"

"Nope. I got Hughes to do that." Roy replied proudly.

"You're hopeless. You do know that the Fuhrer is coming for inspection, right?" She asked, hoping he hadn't forgotten, because if he did she'd have to shoot someone. "No, I didn't forget…" A sigh of relief came from Riza's lips. "…And I made Hughes get my uniform."

"Why, though? You're perfectly capable of doing it yourself, sir!" She argued. Roy blinked and tried to think of a way out of this mess before she shot him.

"I… I know. But let's not worry about that right now. What is it that you've found on Takill?" Roy said, changing the subject. Riza blinked. "Oh, right. Sorry, sir! It isn't much, though." She told him. Colonel Mustang shrugged his shoulders and sat back down behind his desk. "It doesn't matter, at least it's a start. Just get on with it, Lieutenant."

Lieutenant Hawkeye cleared her throat and began her report. "Takill Corrin, the Lightening Alchemist. He's 31 years old, shoulder-length brown hair and red eyes. He used to work at HQ as an undercover agent to gather information from our enemies, that's how we didn't know him. It's seems a that he was working on both sides for a war way back when we were still just barely 21 and still very much minors, getting information from one side and then giving it to us, but he was also working around to help out the enemy. He told them our weaknesses and attack plans, while giving us useless information. He also fought on their side when we fought against them. When we found out, he was sent to jail where he got his punishment for deceiving us."

"Which was?" Roy urged on.

"Execution, sir."

Roy starred at her, raised a brow. "What do you mean, 'execution'? Alphonse Elric had told me directly that his name was Takill." "Yes, I know sir. But from the information we gathered was that he was executed five years ago." Riza informed him, shifting positions.

"That's impossible! You must have the wrong Takill. Continue on with your research, Lieutenant Hawkeye." He dismissed her, waving his hand toward the door. Riza sighed and walked out of the office without saying another word.

'It's still too early. I don't need all of this right now. But… my paperwork. That can't be done by itself.' Roy groaned for what seemed to be the twentieth time and grabbed the first paper on the huge pile. He starred at it before finally giving up. "Do I really need to read all of this?" He shrugged and took a pen off from his desk and began to sign the papers one by one.

/With Hughes/

Hughes rode down to Roy's house in his car, tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the song that was on the radio. He pulled up to Roy's house and sat in his car, waiting for the song to end.

A couple of minutes later, he turned the ignition off and hopped out of the car, humming the tune to himself. He strolled up to the door, reached in his pocket for the keys and unlocked the door once he finally located them.

He stepped inside, looking around at the place and smiled happily to himself.

'Roy really isn't such a neat-freak.' He thought as he looked around. The living room had a few pillows thrown on the ground and the TV remote was thrown carelessly on the ground. The dishes in the sink were halfway full and there was still dinner left out on the table.

Hughes rounded the corner down to Roy's room and gasped at the sight.

The bed was a complete mess and clothes were thrown on the ground. The shelves were had objects thrown all over to the point where you couldn't even see the wooden base of the drawer!

He walked over to Roy's bathroom and sighed with much displeasure.

Towels were thrown off the hanger and water was still lingering on the floor. The window had water smears and also toothpaste was on the counters and mirrors.

"Roy, Roy, Roy… such a messy man. I should lend him a helping hand!" He said cheerfully as he began to pick up the mess around the house, humming a tune as he went on his merry way.

He put the towels in the laundry hamper along with the clothes. He picked up the things on the dresser and rearranged them properly. He took the unnecessary items and opened the top drawer, where his eyes laid upon something that made him freeze.

He put the other things in his hands down inside the drawer and hoisted up a picture. He starred at it for a long time before finally smiling contently. The picture in his hands showed Roy and Ed, both smiling and laughing.

The Colonel was dressed in a white t-shirt and loose fitting, black pants while Edward was dressed in his usual outfit without his red coat.

Roy had his arm around younger boy and had him in an affectionate, friendly hug while Edward was blushing slightly, holding a peace sign to the camera with his other arm around the older man.

Hughes put the photo back down safely and slowly closed the drawer, still smiling to himself. He sighed and looked up, noticing the clock. "Oh wow! It's already 5:45! The Fuhrer is going to be here at 6:30 and Roy still isn't dressed!" He exclaimed as he rushed around the room, looking for the Colonel's uniform.

He looked under the bed; in the hamper; in the drawers; the bathroom; the kitchen; and everywhere else possible until he found himself back in Roy's room.

"Roy! Where did you put that stupid thing!" He yelled to no one directly. After it seemed that all hope was lost, his eyes locked with the closet. "Could it be..?" He said, rambling over to the closet and yanking it open. He sighed and punched his head lightly. "How could I have missed this? The most obvious place."

Hughes picked the uniform off of the coat hanger and casually walked out of the house, locking it up.

"Well, there's my good deed for the day!" He chirped as he laid the uniform in the backseat and climbed into the drivers seat, turning the ignition on and driving off, singing along to the song that was on.

/Headquarters/

Roy flexed his hand and moved it around. He had just terminated signing the papers and was released from what seemed like hell to him. After all, Riza had been checking up on him and if she found him slacking off or asleep on the job, she'd shoot at him and miss purposely.

Roy sighed and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. 'Where the hell are you, Maes? It's already 6:00!' He asked in his mind.

Just as he thought that, Hughes barged through the door, grinning like a mad man. 'Speak of the devil..'

"I'M BAAAAACK! Did you miss me? Huh, did you Roy! Come on, you can tell me!" Hughes asked, putting the uniform on the desk and leaning against the desk.

"Hughes! Thank goodness, I was beginning to worry!" Roy said, pleased that his uniform was back in good hands.

"What? Worried about me? Oh, Roy!" Hughes said dramatically, placing a hand on his forehead. "No, not you. I was worried about my uniform." Roy replied, smirking at the expression on Hughes face.

"That's cold. Honestly, after all I did for you! And I even cleaned your house!"

"What? Is that what took you so long? Cleaning my house?" Roy asked, looking over at him now. 'Now I really have to pay him back.'

"Yes, that's what I did! But no worries here! Just helping out a friend in need!" Hughes said, returning to his normal self. "I guess I'll be leaving now so you can resume your duties and get dressed before the Fuhrer comes!"

Hughes turned on his heel and began to walk out the office before stopping and turning to look at the Colonel. "Oh! And another Roy! I want a copy of that photo you have! You know, the one of you and Ed that's hidden away in your dresser?"

Roy blushed for some unknown reason and turned quickly to him. "What? Wh- What picture! What were you doing sneaking around my stuff?" He asked in a flustered matter.

Hughes laughed and closed the door, not bothering to answer.

Roy stood there and sighed before he slipped off his top and quickly put on his uniform. It was going to be a hard, long day for Colonel Roy Mustang.

/End Story/

Whoo! I know, boring chapter! And yes, of course, I know that I made Roy WAY out of character for my own flipping good, and I also think I made Hughes out of character. I keep thinking of Shigure-sempai from Furuba (Fruits Basket) whenever I see Hughes! GAH! WHY? Hehe.. I degrade myself so much. n.n;

Edward: You know it was a boring chapter and Roy was OOC.

Roy: That's what she just said. Pay attention, Full Metal.

Edward: I know… I was just.. uh… Shut up!

Al: It's ok, brother! We all get confused here and there!

Orenji: Yea! Also, I don't know how Hughes knows where Roy's room is…… Oh gawd, I've got images! –covers ears and closes ears, jumping up and down- GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT. –smiles and returns to normal- Ok then!

Orenji: Also, I have no clue why Roy was getting undressed in his office. I mean, where's he going to put his pajamas? BAKANA.

Roy: But you're the one who made me! Who knows who could have walked in! Lieutenant Hawkeye, Lieutenant Colonel Hughes, Havoc, or even the Fuhrer!

Orenji: Stop complaining. And why did you say everyone by their titles but not Havocs?

Roy: Because I'm lazy, foo'.

Orenji: Right.. THIS STORY WAS SHORT.. And before you guys bite my head off, SPOILER

Orenji: I know Hughes is dead! So don't freak out on me! It's just that.. How can I not bring Hughes into the story? He's like.. the freaking best character! So.. To me, he's back to life! I mean, who doesn't love Hughes? –huggles Hughes- I LOVE YOU! I'm going to make you a fanclub!

Hughes: Yes! Now I'm just like you two! –grins over at Roy and Edward-

Edward: But where did you come from, Lieutenant Colonel Hughes?

Orenji: Oh! He's going to be one of my introducers from now on! –smiles and hugs Hughes-

Roy: You've got to be kidding me.

Hughes: Oh! Roy, isn't this great? Now we're like storymates! And I can tell you EVERYTHING about Alysia!

Roy: Oh, joy. –sighs-

Edward: Good luck to ya on that, Roy!

Orenji: Poor Roy! This chapter just wasn't the luckiest chappie for you, huh? I'm sorry!

Edward: Oh, and why wasn't I in this chapter, bitch!

Orenji: You're still sleeping, freak! Now shut up!

Edward: OK! Jeez.

Edward, Roy, and Al: Read and Review! Arigatou! –smiles-

Hughes: Oh! And here's one of Alysia on her tricycle! Isn't she cute? –cuddles-