Disclaimer: I do own FMA…or at least that's what I dreamt about last night… sigh

Warnings: Language…like usual…and fluffness XD

A/N: There is one scene that it is dedicated to Katsuro-chan who asked for more catnip XD! Hope you all enjoy!

REQUEST: If someone knows about a HP/FMA-Roy/Ed crossover fic, plz! Let me know…Thanks!

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When we stepped into the train I thought that a lot of passengers would be waiting, irritated since we took lets say a little more than 5 minutes talking Mustang and I. But to tell you the truth there were only like 6 passengers inside the train either asleep from waking up too early or reading a book to pass the time. I made my way toward one of the seats but Mustang grabbed my hand and turned me around to go the other way. Heh, guess Hughes and the rest didn't want a general seat, instead they had to choose a cough private compartment. I was surprised to notice that the compartment was big enough to fit Mustang, Hughes, Havoc and two more officers in here (with me included, of course) and still we could be all comfortable enough for the whole ride to Reesembool.

I hadn't notice that my mouth was slightly open at how huge it was, until Mustang came from behind me and hit the bottom of my chin so I could close it. I looked up at him and he just smirked (not surprised at that).

"Where is Hughes and Havoc?" I asked once I regained my control.

"They are staying in another compartment."

"Oh, so why both of them alone and us here if we could fit the for of us in just one?" I asked not really catching on why indeed.

"Because Hughes likes to cheat on Gracia with Havoc." Mustang replied with a grin.

"Hey! I do not!" I turned around to find Hughes standing behind me so I moved from the doorway to let him in.

Mustang chuckled while he rubbed the back of his head.

"So is not true?" I asked after a long-and I mean long-time.

"Of course not! I love Gracia too much to even flirt with this…man." Hughes answered as he pointed to Mustang's face and he grinned again.

"You know you can't resist me Maes." Mustang answered all too…flirty…

"Ew, okay…that sounded so gay." I said as I looked away from them.

"What are you complaining about? You're gay!" Mustang complained and I faced him again.

"Yeah, but the difference here is that having a little hint of your preferences does not appease me. It's like if knowing that your tutor had a crush on you. Yeah, not a good image." They both stayed quiet and stared at me until Hughes opened his mouth again and said,

"Your tutor had a crush on you?" My eye twitched and Mustang nodded to him.

"I think she did." Mustang murmured to Hughes but I heard him, but before I could respond Hughes turned to Mustang and murmured back,

"Yeah, I agree with you."

"Aargh! You both annoy me! Hughes, you can stay with that…that thing…I'm staying with Havoc."

"Nah ah! I don' wan' yo' to 'ay wi' me." I turned around again and saw Havoc with a toothbrush on his mouth.

"Why are you brushing your teeth?" Hughes asked. Like that really mattered.

"Oh, 'cus I ha' a 'eally ba' 'aste in my mou'" He answered without much effort and really not caring that we certainly did not understand a thing he said.

"Yeah, couldn't understand you…let's go freak head!" Hughes said as he took Havoc by the collar (and Havoc still with the toothbrush on his mouth) and left the compartment.

"I wonder why all of your subordinates are crazy…and wild." I commented.

"I wonder that too. Especially some blond shrimp…"

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO…wait, shrimps are not blond."

"The one in front of me is, and he is one of a kind. Spicy if you might add, also very good in bed."

"You slept with Mustang?!" Please, whoever is listening to me right now, kill me.

"No Hughes, I did NOT sleep with that bastard!" I hissed and Mustang just chuckled.

"Awww, too bad…and here I thought that you had already lost your virginity with Roy." I felt my face heat while Hughes left the compartment, again, but this time he did close the door.

"You are a virgin?" Mustang asked me amused.

"…YES I'M A VIRGIN AND NO, I DON'T WANT TO SLEEP WITH YOU!!!" He blinked a few times before he started to chuckle again.

"Ed, I never asked you to sleep with me…not even to sleep at my side…which is different by the way." I blinked now and just snarled at him.

"You make me hungry…"

"I'll take it as a compliment."

"You idiot, I meant that I get hungry when you make me mad."

"You should get hungry, hungry for love and mad enough to get mine." I sighed and left the compartment to get something to eat. I didn't want to discuss with him anymore. It seemed as if he was drunk or having some PMSing problems, after all, 1 minute he was all depressed or pained, and now he is all…hyper, lets say.

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"Mustang…this is the last time I'll warn you…I'm not in the mood for your games right now."

"Awww, but you look so cute when you try to reach for the ball!" I growled before I glared at him. Apparently, he thought it would be fun if he put a string around my waist to hold up a stick that came from my back to the top of my head, and at the end of the stick a catnip. Unlucky for me-since I wanted to get that stupid catnip thanks to my 'cat senses'-but was too high for me too reach it. At first I tried, until I heard Mustang laugh his ass off. I stopped for a second to see what he was laughing about and when I finally caught on what he was laughing I…

1. - Tried to get through his thick head why he shouldn't laugh at me.

2. - Yelled at him to shut up.

And last but not least…

3. - I tried to hit him somehow but the catnip moved that it caught my attention again so I tried to get it again.

It isn't funny when you are so vulnerable like this; I hate it! And I hate the man as well!

Mustang tried not to laugh so hard but every time the catnip moved a little, my hand would twitch as I try to contain myself to not move to snatch that thing, which led to Mustang laughing again like if someone drugged him. To tell you the truth, I never really thought I would have the chance to see him have so much fun like this. This moment was one in a lifetime so I decided to make it up for him about what happened early in the morning.

"Fine, but once I get this stupid thing, fun is over and we go to bed okay?" He nodded still trying to contain his laughter. I sighed as he pushed the catnip to one side and the 'game' started.

It had taken me over half an hour to get the stupid catnip, but I managed, who knows how but I did. As Mustang laughed all that half hour, I couldn't hold myself but laugh with him for some time. It was all going so cliché, except for my cat thingy of course. But it was still so good to have a great time with someone I thought I hated.

"God, that was really tiring." I said with a sigh.

"Yeah, my panza (1) hurts now."

"Heh! Yeah mine too…that was so much fun." And he just nodded. We laid on our back on the now bed (don't ask me how the bed appeared 'cause I'm not sure myself).

I felt Mustang move and I turned to see what he was doing. Once I stared into his eyes, it felt like if they were mesmerizing me, and at the same time telling me not to ruin the moment. He was now resting on his side with his left hand supporting his head while he stared at me. God, I loved his hair so much that I would give anything to touch it again.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but couldn't find any words so I closed it again.

"You mute Fullmetal?" He said as he smirked and got up in a sitting position. Urgh…

"We should get some sleep now…I feel like I'm going to pass out at any moment."

"I agree with that."

He got up from the bed and went to find his pajamas while I also got into a sitting position on the bed and watched him carefully. When he got his pajamas he didn't bother to go to the bathroom as he started to get undressed right there, in front of me. I was about to complain when he took off his shirt and I stared again into his chest. It was the second time I've seen it and in just 1 day! Okay, get a grip; this is not good especially if he notice that you are staring at him.

He took his pants off and that's when I complained.

"Jeez Mustang! Want to traumatize me for the rest of my life or what!" I yelled at him as I 'looked away'.

"Calm down, I'm not going to stay in my boxers. I actually brought the bottom of my pajamas."

"And the top?" Great Ed! Now you won't be able to see it again.

"I don't want to put it on, noticing how much you like to see me like this…" He said as he grinned and I blushed…like really blush. The blush you get and everyone thinks you have some kind of disease because your face is so red…yeah, enough of my blush.

"Whatever." I muttered. I got up from the bed and went to get my pajama, but…

"WAAAAAAA!!!"

"What's wrong?" Mustang asked me putting a hand on my shoulder.

"I forgot my pajama!!! WAAAAAA!!!"

"Don't cry kitty."

"What did you call me?"

"Ed…I said Ed…" sweat drop

"Well, that doesn't solve anything! I have no pajama!" I looked rather uncomfortable…and to tell you the truth…I feel uncomfortable.

"Well, I could lend you the top of my pajama and keep your boxers on." He suggested but I looked at him with a disgusted face.

"Ah no…I don't like your idea. I prefer to sleep naked that having to wear your pajama."

"Fine with me."

"No! It shouldn't be fine with you! Jeez…you pervert."

"Stop whining and use it until you get your own."

"No way…I'm going to sleep on my boxers and that's it, but don't expect me to wear your pajama." Mustang shrugged and left to lie on the bed and grabbed a book to read…putting on some reading glasses…?

"Since when you use reading glasses?" I asked him curiously.

"Just change." He said ignoring the question. I shrugged it off and went in the bathroom to take off my clothes and stay in my boxers. I was about to open the door when I noticed that there was something with me that would totally freak Mustang: my tail. He hadn't seen it, and it would be better if he didn't. Now that I think of it, I guess it will be better if I accept the top of his pajama. NO! Never will I use something of his. I opened the door and walked towards the bed like if nothing was wrong with me, or at least tried to make that kind of impression. Mustang dropped his book but not to stare at my tail, but to turn off the lights. Yes! Even better for me. I put the covers over my head and tried to sleep. But the compartment was getting colder and since I was only dressed with my boxers and two thin sheets over me. Not really helpful. I guess Mustang noticed that I was shivering since he turned to face me and wrapped an arm around me as he smiled. I smiled back and got closer to him to get warmer.

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(1) For those who doesn't know Spanish…panza means stomach, hehe…it just sounded better in Spanish that part. XD

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A/N: Hoped you all enjoyed this chapter! Now I will be waiting for reviews! XD