A/n: Edited.
Music box: 4: Hitting on her
Roy always wanted Hawkeye. They say, "You want what you can't have." She was the only one he could not have. She was the only one who didn't want him. Roy had a change of heart, instead of being scared of her deadly gun he would flirt with her. She would have to want him.
"Riza, how lovely do you look today?"
"Sir, do you know what happens to a man with a playboy personality?"
"He snatched every heart in sight, including yours?"
"Wrong, sir. He dies a horrible death with thousands, of thousand of gunshot wounds." Roy slipped his arms around Lt. Hawkeye's waist and she blanked out.
"You wouldn't kill me, would you?"
"Sir, are you hitting on me?"
"Who wouldn't want you?" His voice was sly and sedative. She hit him too. She hit on him, hard and long. Her gun was a black pistol and she used the hilt to hit him. She hit on him with her gun on the back of his head.
"Lesson learned, sir?" Roy whimpered and cried rivers of tears. She knew he learned his lesson. He still had many more to go. The lesson or moral of this was if you hit on her, she hit on you. With a gun, of course.