(a/n) I'm gonna shoot for two updates a weet. 1 at the very least. They'll be shorter than say my Understated chapters. These are supposed to be drabbles after all.
"So. You're one of the military's dogs now." She spat when he entered the house.
"Riza- Try to understand-"
"Honestly. I don't care what you do. But, I just didn't think you were a kind of man to break promises."
"That was a child's naive promise! I did what I had to do!"
"And what for?" She looked at him. Stared him down. "Roy. It may not had seemed so back then. But I believed in you. I believed that you wouldn't sell your soul to the military!" Her irritation became anger. She huffed and turned back to the food she was fixing "My father will not be happy. I wouldn't either bother going to see him."
"But, he's my master. I feel like I should-"
"Be prepared to be discharged."
"But, miss Riza. I need you to believe in me-"
"Fuck that Roy! I'm not going to trust a military dog who murder innocents in blind faith in their superiors!" Tears brimmed in her eyes. "Never!"
"Riza? Are you really that upset about the people in that book you read?"
She wiped away angry tears. "No. Not just about that." Her eyes darted to a small frame on the wall. He'd seen that picture before. A young Berthold. His face youthful and healthy, short cropped hair, and his arm around a delicate yet strong looking woman. Her arms fell affectionately on her bulging stomach.
"Your...mother?"
"Killed in a military raid." She said coldly. Her fingers twisting together.
"Riza-" He reached out a hand to comfort her.
"Stop that! You're not my friend! Don't call me by my first name like you care about me!"
He didn't really know how to react. He was used to her being so stoic and reserved.
"Ms...Hawkeye, I promise, I'll make you believe in me again. I'm going to change this country some day. You just wait, but I can't do it alone."
She shot him a glare as he walked by into his master's study.
"My father's sickness, is getting worse, so...be careful." He nodded, and closed the door behind him.
Believe me Roy, I want to believe in you again.