RoyEd
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Rated: T
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Drabble number TWO!
I sat there and watched him sit in his pompous little desk doing his paperwork. As he looks up I look away, a blush creeping to my face. A blush? What's that doing there? It isn't like I like him or anything. I mean seriously, he's my superior and it's not like he likes me back, not that I like him or anything.
Get a hold of yourself, him and me; we could never be together anyway. What would everyone say? They wouldn't say anything, and they won't anyway because I DO NOT like him, in fact I hate everything about that pompous bastard, down to the way he calls me short whenever he can, and the way his hair moves when he's walking, and the way that his eyes glint whenever he smirks, and his lean muscular….
"NO NO NO! I DO NOT, DO NOT LOVE THAT DAMN COLONEL!" I finally scream at myself, smacking a hand on the desk.
"Is there something you would like to tell me, Ed?" I am frozen in shock, did I just say that out loud? Oh shit, I did. I look up to see the colonel inches away from my face.
"Um, Mustang, I can ex-"but I was cut off by his mouth pressing against mine. As he pulls away I look at him questioningly, "But, but what will everyone else say?" I finally spit out.
"It's about goddamn time." Riza Hawkeye leaned against the doorway.
"Good for you, Ed!" Hughes was there, too, along with Havoc, Fury, Armstrong, and Al.
"Time to pay up men, toldja he'd confess sometime this week." Havoc grinned, and Fury seemed to blush ((muaahahhaa!)). And what did I do, you ask? Me, well, I just stood there and stared.
Fin
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maybe there will some havoc and fury parings in the future, but who is to know! Muahahahahahaa! READ AND REVIEW! This is not a request!