Hot Chocolate
It was quite brisk in Eastern Head Quarters.
Break time consisted of people frantically trying to warm themselves. The oversized blue uniforms were all for show—during the winter, they froze; during the summer, they suffered heat stroke.
Roy Mustang liked coffee; but there were about thirty of his subordinates surrounding the coffee grinder. He didn't fancy waiting that long for a drink.
The pantry at EHQ was sadly limited. However, in his desperate search for a hot beverage, he found exactly what he needed.
A bag of instant hot chocolate mix.
He boiled water on the unused stove. Grabbing a military-issued mug from the cabinet, he poured the liquid into his glass and sighed in anticipation. He ripped the bag open.
Or he would have.
The paper would not give. He pulled and he pulled, he tore at the paper with all his strength. The laminate seal resisted his efforts. One of his subordinates noticed his vain attempt, pointed at him, and laughed: "Useless!"
A large vein twitched in his forehead; he marched up to his officer and shoved the envelope of instant hot chocolate under the man's nose.
"You do it!" he ordered.
The man smirked, then focused his efforts on the small bag. His smirk soon slipped, however, and he began to pull on it. Harder and harder. No matter the amount of effort the soldier put into opening the packet, his endeavor failed.
It became a game. Everyone in the break room wanted a chance to try to open the package. Roy watched in dismay as his subordinates fought over his snack.
The game became all-out-war. Roy found himself involved in what was now a battle royale. Punches flew, insults were launched, and disorder reigned in the small cubicle as Mustang desperately tried to quell his underlings.
"What in the name of…?" A shocked voice emanated from the doorway. Riza Hawkeye glared at her colleagues, Black Hayate at her heel. The noise and fights ceased to be of importance.
"What is the meaning of this?!" she demanded. One man slowly raised a finger and pointed at the small, innocent-looking package of instant hot chocolate mix.
She closed her eyes, grimacing at the idiocy of her friends. Stiffly, she approached the man now holding the packet, swiped it out of his grasp, and easily tore open the bag without blinking. She retreated as quickly as she had come, the sound of the door closing the only herald of her absence. The men gaped at her.
Riza Hawkeye: First Lieutenant of Amestris Military, graduated at the top of her unit, awarded three medals for honorable combat during Ishbal, Roy Mustang's babysitter.
And now the nemesis of all hot chocolate bags.
A/N: ...Idk...I can just see this happening...
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