Please don't question the random things that go through my mind, not even I understand them.

Characters are from the first FMA series.

Disclaimer: If you think I own FMA, you are incorrect.

Resemblance

Frank Archer was trying to do his paperwork but with the amber eyes of a certain alchemist completely focused on him, he couldn't concentrate. He looked over to the other person in his office, Zolf J. Kimblee, who had been staring at him for the past hour. It was extremely annoying. But what made it even more frustrating was that Archer had no idea what Kimblee was up to. Archer was proud of the fact that he could read people like books; he could always tell when a person was lying or if they were up to something. But with Kimblee, he could never tell what went on in that alchemist's head. The man was a walking enigma. Archer had already asked him several times if he had something to say, but every time, he answered "no" and went back to his paperwork. Maybe he was just trying to annoy him, make him go crazy. If that was the case, as much as Archer hated to admit, he was close to succeeding. The Lt. Colonel frowned.

"For the last time Crimson, do you need something?"

Instead of answering, he just continued to stare, narrowing his eyes as if observing him.

He sighed angrily. Now he was pissed. He thought about Kimblee's intentions: Was it really just to annoy him of was it something else? Was he trying to see if he'd be good bomb material? Was he working for the higher ups, or even for an enemy of the military, and spying on him? What the hell did he want? He couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up and slammed his hands on the desk. "Stop messing around! What do you-"

"Frank Sinatra." Kimblee interrupted.

"…..excuse me?"

"I've been thinking…your name is Frank, and Sinatra was nicknamed 'Ol' Blue Eyes' and you have blue eyes, so… you're Frank Sinatra!"

"…." For the first time in a long time, Archer was speechless. He could not think of any way to respond to that.

Kimblee grinned. "I always knew you were still alive! All you did was change your last name!"

"…I think I liked it better when I didn't know what goes on in your head." He couldn't tell if the alchemist was kidding or if he was actually serious.

"Oh come on, sing 'New York' just once!"

"I am not Frank Sinatra."

" How about 'Luck be a lady'? "

"No!" Archer got up to go turn in his paperwork/get away from the madman.

" 'Come fly with me'?"

"GO AWAY!"

"That's not how it goes."

"Would you shut up already?" Kimblee got up and followed him.

" 'Fly me to the moon'?"

"I'll shoot you to the moon!"

And this continued all day long.

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