DICLAIMER: I don't own fma or any of the characters.

Full of Misfortune

The train compartment rattled as it thundered down the tracks towards Central. We were going back to Central. Since ending our mission in the west, we were told to return to headquarters stat. I wasn't sure why but it wasn't like I was gonna worry too much. In my mind there wasn't a high priority.

As we rode the bumpy train back, I sat alone in a compartment of the train staring out the window watching as fields of food flew by. Returning to Central with a bunch of guys wasn't exactly what I had in mind for a 'fun' way to get home. I sighed aloud. Guys, will never understand why they were such imbeciles.

Havoc, Breada and Fuery had gone off long ago. The two former were probably scouting out unsuspecting women to hit on. I felt so sorry for their victims. Fuery dashed after them most likely to help the poor prey that was at the mercy of Havoc and Breada. They weren't exactly the smoothest guys of the bunch. I chuckled to myself. No offence to them but they could be quite dolts around even me.

Roy- I mean the Colonel was doubtlessly doing a similar version of scouting as the other idiots but doing a hundred percent better them. I sighed once again. The Colonel was just another womanizer. If only he wasn't so… that way. If only he was more… dedicated to a woman, some one like me. I froze. Not again. I couldn't stop thinking this way. Now it was beginning to annoy me to the brink of insanity… at least what felt like was insanity I wasn't quite sure if that was so.

Taking my mind of the subject, I turned my attention to my dislike of trains. The moved too much. Jerked around was more like it. Sometimes I even got sick on trains. Although I wasn't sure why I was pretty sure it was the movement whenever the reckless train stumbled into a dint in the rails.

Watching the scenery go by I heard a knock on the cabin sliding door. I didn't respond. I wanted to be alone. It was most likely Havoc returning from his search for a girl and having nothing else better to do, had come to pester her. The knocker was persistent.

"Go away Havoc! I'm not in the mood for you!" I suddenly screamed very loudly.

The door slid open to reveal a man. The man was definitely not Jean Havoc. It was none other than Roy Mustang in flesh and blood. I gasped at my mistake and immediately saluted him. He only laughed lightly.

"I don't think I'm Havoc, Hawkeye." Roy smiled his lady killer smile. He was now currently making fun of me. All of a sudden I felt a dull pain in my head. No not a headache. Just what I needed. Another annoyance to add to my list of bad luck.

First on my list was the constant pestering of Jean Havoc followed by the stupidity of the rest of her colleagues. All of this leading up to Mustang and his… I dunno just him being here. Just him making fun of me. To top my misfortune sundae off was a massive headache for my cherry. Ha! Cherry my ass.

Yup this was it. My misfortunate sundae.

Rizahawkeye21

A/N: I didn't really like how I ended this rambling but I didn't feel like it was to be continued in a certain way… anyways I hope you enjoyed this even though in my opinion isn't the greatest. Thanks to everyone! Until next time…

REVISION
as Nekomo called to my attention i have accidently used 'her' instead of 'my' or 'me'. im sorry about that. i;m not really used to writing in1st POV. i usually use 3rd POV but for most of my ramblings i have used 1st so i apologize for any confusion. -RH21