a/n: Ohayo! Let's get this drabble show on the road! enjoi!

Disclaimer: No matter how many times the characters say that they want to belong to me, Arakawa won't let them. How unfair.

Ed: I do not want to be owned by a crazy authoress like you!

tsukiraven: Gadzooks! A character appears for the first time in one of my notes, I am truly touched.

Ed: Don't read too far into it. I'm just here to give this --holds out orange book at arms length-- porn back to the owner.

Kakashi: That would be me.

tsukiraven: (deeply moved) My amazing mysterious sexy bishie Kakashi! I've never been so happy! (sparkly eyes and anime tears)

Ed: o.OUUU

Kakashi: I'm not yours, sorry. Buuuut --to audience-- That's what holidays are for, people. --takes book back-- Thanks, kid, I've been wanting to know how this book ends.

Ed: (wary stare) Who the hell are all of you people?

Kakashi: Well, I really should be going now. --waves-- Take care. --leaves--

tsukiraven: Bye-bye Kakashi-sensei! --waves--

Meanwhile, Ed has walked off into a corner, muttering something about porn-reading teachers and witch authoresses.

In any case, I don't own nuthin'.

Riza walked down the nearly empty hall of East headquarters. Soldiers saluted, and a few even bowed.

Riza sighed. Roy Mustang, her supeerior, was off on buisness in Central, and even though she hated to admit it, Riza Hawkeye was lonely. Pft. Imagine that.

Dropping her bag off next to her on the table, she sat down in front of a large and rather imposing stack of papers, they just seemed to beg to be signed. Pulling out a large fountain pen, the lieutenant began the tedious work that lay ahead.

For the next several hours, Riza felt more sympathy than she ever should have for one Flame Colonel. She was merely filling in for him, the man had to do this day in and day out. Putting pen to paper for what seemed the upteenth time, Riza looked down to find that no ink had beed dispensed where she had signed her name. Horrified, she looked back at the papers in the "out" pile, only to find that the last thirty or so had no signature, just scratch marks from where the pen had pressed.

Furiously, Riza tossed the pen into a trash bin at her left, and let her head fall to the table with a thunk. Too many papers. Just when Riza was seriously considering quitting the military to lobby a 'save the rainforests- stop tedious paperwork' protest, there was a cautious knock on the door. "Come in."

Enter one Jean Havoc, mouth turned optimistically upwards around an ever present cigarette, he held out two mugs and offered one to Riza. "Breda mentioned you were staying late, so I thought I'd get ya something."

In an instant, Riza went from wanting to wring Havoc's throat for inturrupting her, to wanting to hug the life out of him for bringing her sweet, warm caffinated goodness. Said goodness was placed in front of her by a smiling man, who seated himself across from her. Riza smiled warmly as she lifted the steaming coffee to her lips. To her wonderment, it was delicious. It even had cinnamon in it.

Havoc stamped out his cig with a tissue, wrapping it up and tossing it in the trash. "So," he took a swig of his own brew, "rough night?"

Ed: (crazy, illegible mutterings)

tsukiraven: C'mon it wasn't that bad! I've writen so many death fics lately, I had to write a cute lil' fluffy one. Review, and send Ed your love!

Ed: I've been meaning to ask you about that...

tsukiraven: Hm?

Ed: Why do you write so many death fic where Al dies? (menacing glare)

tsukiraven: Uhhh... remember to review!

Reviewer Rsponses:

kinokichigai: Heh... Kakshi: the hottest nose-bleed causer there ever was!

sashsa: Aw, shucks. Thanks so much!

Always Smiling: Nothing really happened to Al, but right before I wrote that I was watching the episode where Greedo-san died, and I felt an intense surge of hatred for Kimbley, thus the incriminating drabble.

a/n: Review and Request!