A/N: IS THIS TRICKERY?! FOUL-PLAY!? WHO HAS GONE AND KIDNAPPED THIS OLD AND OUT-OF-TOUCH AUTHORESS WITH THE INTENTION OF THWARTING HER PLANS FOR FANFIC-IGNORING...ATION!?

Why, it would be the authoress herself! As she shivers here, in a trembling heap of a state, awaiting the hour of 8:00 AM to roll around when she shall be with her beloved future-husband (though she IS only 15 years of age, after-all), she has decided to attempt a forgery at Chapter 4 of this Royai fanfiction! WHAT TOM-FOOLERY!

She endeavors to succeed at this feat, a very daunting task considering her 10 month absence from this story! CHEER HER ON WITH YOUR REVIEWS, AND SHE MAY INDEED COMPLETE THE ENTIRE SAGA OF ROY AND RIZA IN THIS FANFIC THINGER! kthxbai!

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The sun had set rather serenely against the smoky windows of the train long before Riza finally re-awoke. She stirred cautiously, almost reluctantly before she grew aware of her present state...Eh? What was this? Strong arms wrapped around her waist, so NOT nonchalantly, so NOT politely...Her angular amber eyes were swift to part and take in each living pixel of the scene that they could, and the final outcome of information had her both sighing, and slightly tense.

A very small bead of drool had rested on her cheek, causing her to grow increasingly and uncomfortably irate with the droplet. Logic told her that drops of drool couldn't just fall from the sky, and it certainly hadn't traveled from her mouth. Why, it must've been a rain-drop...Perhaps a leaky ceiling?...

Ah, but no. The very gentle snoring of a youngish man rumbled lightly at her ear, the ear on the same side as the mysterious dribble. Her eyes, having slowly drifted back into a closed and conscientious state, suddenly jolted open once more.

"...!"

...before she relaxed.

Oh. The Colonel. She had forgotten about him. She must've fallen asleep in his arms after that little...Gah, dare she even THINK about it? Rubbing her face softly against one of the arms to rid herself of the unpleasant images of the previous chapter of this fan-fiction, she only felt it grow even more heated in response.

The arm jerked. "Ungh...!"

"Eh?!"

"...?!"

"...?"

"..."

"..."

"Oh. It's just you."

"...'Oh'? You mean you forgot also?"

Roy's sheepish grin, soaked in a rather adorable sort of grogginess, only evoked more unwanted heat in Riza's facial region. He reached over and playfully tousled her hair, sticking his tongue out as well to liven up the mood.

"Nah. I was just kidding when I said that, Sourpuss. How could I forget THIS load in my arms?" He teased gently.

"...'Load'!?" Riza frowned tensely, brow furrowed. "A-Am I...heavy or something, sir?"

Roy rolled his eyes and reared back slightly, as if to assess her appearance. He prodded her upper arm, causing her to cringe lightly, before he went gung-ho and tapped the fabric over her belly button. Riza squawked, flailing her limbs about madly.

"What was that for!?"

Roy shrugged. "You seemed like you were self-conscious or something. So I was checking you out."

Riza scowled. "And?"

"Aaaand, you're perfectly fine. Congratulations are in order!"

Riza bitterly rolled her eyes. "Are you always like this shortly after waking up?"

"Only when there's someone as beautiful as you in my arms when I do," he cooed sweetly, leaving her on pause.

"As 'beautiful' as me?" Her scowl softened into a weighty frown. "I'm sure that can't be such a scarce event, Colonel. I'm not someone I'd call 'beautiful'."

Roy merely gazed at her fondly for a moment, before taking her drool-marred cheek in one hand, using the other to brush it off completely. "That's where our views differ yet again, Hawkeye," he said lowly.

She couldn't help but just keep her eyes trained on his gentle face, numb to all other things she could possibly do. Dumbly, she watched him pull back and examine the rest of her face.

"Did anyone ever mention how lovely you are right after awakening?" he purred.

Not THIS again. A confusing enough feat was Roy Mustang, the Flame Colonel hitting on her ONCE this train ride... No, she couldn't let it unravel any further.

She slapped him across the face promptly, and stood up. "If the train's on time, we should arrive shortly, sir. There's no time for any of this stuff."

Roy frowned. "But if you're going to act as someone intimate with me, shouldn't we at least work on the acting bit?"

Riza gazed at him over her shoulder, unmoved. "What is there to work on, sir? I'm just holding off until then." She seized her trench raincoat, folded it in half, and clutched it neatly underneath her arms.

He sighed, and after a slow moment he rose after her. "I suppose you're right, First Lieutenant..." he said, and stopped only to peer out the window as the scenery grew more familiar. "Gah. I never imagined my next time heading home would be for a 'happy' occasion..."

Riza glanced at him inquisitively, but said nothing. He ran a hand through his hair, then smiled at her weakly.

"Shall we get ready, then?"

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