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Chapter 5

A whimper came from the doorway of the room and Riza found an impatient Black Hayate. "I'm almost done, Hayate. I just need to pack a few more things." Riza looked at her suitcase. So far she had packed a modest amount of clothes needed and some personal necessities (toothbrush, hairbrush, and all that jazz). All she needed was two outfits for the evenings. She had figured that at some point, since she was spending the whole weekend with the Colonel, she would be having dinner with him. Hmm… what should I wear? I could wear that black skirt and the red top. Or maybe that silk top with that skirt. Or the white dress. Or the blue dress. No, wait, not the blue dress. The Colonel doesn't like blue. Maybe I should wear— wait, why am I getting all worked up about this? Come on, Riza, snap out of it! It's just the Colonel. It's not like he cares what I wear. …But still, I want to look good for him. Riza felt as if she wanted the Colonel to see something more than the woman in the uniform. She wanted him to see the woman she was behind all the paperwork and military life. So, after a few minutes of staring at her clothes, Riza chose outfits. The Colonel will die in shock when he sees me in this, Riza thought smiling to herself. But before she closed the suitcase, she placed two handguns in it.

As soon she was ready, Riza called a cab. (A/N: She couldn't call Roy 'cuz he was getting ready too. And she wouldn't want to walk down the street carrying a suitcase like a hobo.) "Be good while I'm gone Hayate. Cain will come and play with you while I'm gone okay? Be good for him." (Fuery was the only one Riza trusted to come in her house without going through her things.) "Bye, Hayate." Riza walked out the door in into the cab.

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As Roy stepped into his house, he heard the phone ring. He rushed towards it and answered, "Hello?"

"Hey, Roy! You sound a little out of breath. Did you run to the phone from across the street?"

"Hughes! I just got home that's why I'm out of breath. Anyways, why are you calling me? Don't you have work?"

"Sure I do. Just wanted to check up on you, see what you're doing, y'know? I stopped by your office today, and Havoc told me that you were took the rest of the day off; something about Hawkeye not being there. Anyways, Elysia did the most adorable thing yesterday. She had her mother's apron on and—,"

"Hughes, don't even start with Elysia. I don't have much time, anyways, so I'll make this short. I'm fine and sorry, but I can't join you at the bar today."

"But why?" Hughes whined. "It's our tradition."

"Yeah, I know. But I can't. I have… plans."

"A date?"

"You could say that."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, it's not like I asked her out. I just did it as a sorry gift for hurting her feelings. And she accepted. So, it's not like she was planning to be with me. For all I know, she probably had other things to do."

"You hurt her feelings? Wow, Roy. That doesn't sound like you. But you still got a so-called date with her. So where are you taking her?"

"We're staying at a weekend spa."

"Oh, really? You're spending the weekend with a lady who didn't want to be with you in the first place? That must have taken a lot of charm to make her agree with you."

"Well, she really wanted to go there in the first place, but she couldn't afford it."

"Always the ladies man, I swear. You know, you really need to find a wife Roy. So who's this lady you're talking about?"

Suddenly a third voice came on. "Shhh. Quiet guys. I'm trying to listen."

Roy looked at his phone. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Nothing. Never mind. So what were you saying?"

"Who's the lucky lady?"

Roy didn't answer, but turned bright red.

"Roy? Are you there?"

"Y-yeah."

"Good. So, who's your girlfriend for this weekend?" (A/N: haha that rhymes!)

"Hawkeye," Roy mumbled so low that Hughes could barely hear him.

"Who?"

"Hawkeye," he said more clearly, face redder than ever.

"What? Something must be wrong with these phones, 'cause I thought I heard you say Hawkeye. What's her name again?"

"It's HAWKEYE! And no, nothing's wrong with these phones. You heard right. I'm going with HAWKEYE!"

A gasp that belonged to neither of them was heard. But they both chose to ignore it.

"Geez, Roy. What's gotten into you? All I did was ask. Anyways, it's about time you two got together."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh come on, Roy. You two obviously have feelings for each other. Who knows? Someday you two will end up getting married and have little Rizas and Roys running around your big huge Fuhrer mansion. You two were destined for each other. Why else was she placed under your command?"

"Because the Fuhrer assigned it and we work well together. Anyways, I don't have time for this, Maes. I have to get ready. And if you tell a single soul, I'll burn you to a crisp and you'll never see your darling Elysia again!"

"Okay, okay. I get the point. But still, you should take my words into consideration. You might not get it now, but you'll understand sooner or later. Possibly sooner than you think. Maybe even tonight when you're all over her and—,"

"Hughes!"

"Oh, sorry."

"Don't forget to tell the guys listening to this conversation to watch out when Hawkeye and I come back."

"Yeah, okay. Have fun and if you guys ever decide to get married, can I please be your best man?"

"Bye, Hughes." Roy slammed the phone and looked at the clock. "Oh, shit. I don't have much time left." He went to his closet grabbed a suitcase and threw random outfits in his suitcase. Hughes words were haunting him as he packed: It's about time you two got together…obviously have feelings for each other…getting married and have little Rizas and Roys…you two were destined for each other. Roy finished packing and said to himself, the conversation he just had still fresh in his mind, "Maybe."

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At the office

"Okay guys hand it over. I told you they'd meet up."

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Well... the next chapter should be posted up in a day or two or if I'm lucky, tonight. The next chapters from now on will take place at the spa. Please r&r!