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July 1st, 1916

24:41

Disposition- Tired, but deliriously happy

Dear Diary,

It's late, but I just had to write in you before I went to bed. Guess what! I'M HAPPY AND I HAVE BALLS!

Today I woke up with the wonderful feeling of being able to walk. Trust me, it's amazing. Now I know why Havoc's so happy-go-lucky. He knows how much it sucks not being able to walk.

Now that we've had our daily dose of depressing, let's move on.

I met Riza at the bar she'd told me too. She…well, I'll say it, since this is my diary and no one else should be looking at it…looked hot! Really hot! I thought Olivier looked good, but Riza is gorgeous…drool…

So, she looked at me when I walked in and I fiddled with my scarf. Yes, that sentence sounds gay, but I think a nice long scarf added to a black coat and a evening coat is very tasteful.

For god's sake, it was the ACADEMY! I don't swing that way anymore! Stop laughing at me, you infernal thing! Did Armstrong do something to this item of mockery?

I sat on the stool next to her, admiring the Xingese style shirt she was wearing. The fully zipped up Xingese shirt, thank you very much.

"Good evening, General."

"We're off duty. Call me Roy." Damn, I sounded so much more suave than I felt.

"Call me Riza."

SQEEE!

"If you say so."

How did I do that? I'm practically hyperventilating just thinking about how cool I was being!

"I didn't know you drank." I said, looking around at our surroundings. A little dingy, but not too bad, considering it was Breda who had designed this place last year. It's the military's hangout, and Breda was thrilled to have the job. AKA…he likes beer.

"I don't, really," she replied. "Just once and a while when a certain someone gets himself into serious trouble again."

I don't get in trouble that much!

"I only drink when I get depressed," I said, then realized what an unattractive thing to say that was. Oops. "I mean, I'm not depressed that often, but when I am I-ugh, never mind."

Riza laughed and I smiled awkwardly. Do I always act this way? I used to think I came off disinterested and cool to other people, but now I'm not so sure…

I WANT MY REPUTATION BACK!

"Breda designed this place, didn't he?" said Riza, looking around. "This is my first time here."

"I've been here before. It's not bad."

"Are you telling me you've been depressed since this bar opened?"

Damn it, why can she catch me so much off guard!

"Not depressed so much as brooding."

"Brooding? Why would you brood?"

I smirked. "Don't worry. It's nothing new."

Riza met my eyes with hers, and my throat went dry. "Why do you brood? I'm supposed to protect you, and I think that stands for more than physically."

Well ain't that something special?

Could I tell her? Could I tell her that I brood over her? That's why I came here, to tell her that I loved her, but could I do it?

Read and find out, sucker.

"Did you hear me? I asked you a question, Col-Roy."

I love it when she messes up and calls me Colonel. I like the title Colonel better than Brigadier General. I'm not sure, but to me it has more appeal. Maybe it's because Colonel is the last rank deployable in the field. Man, do I miss field work. Paperwork sucks.

"My love life." I answered vaguely.

"I was under the impression that you we quite a ladies man."

Those were the days…

"I find that those romances aren't real romances. I think I'm getting to the age where I'd like to settle down."

"I never thought I'd hear those words from you." said Riza thoughtfully.

"I've been thinking about them a while now. And you?"

"I think I'd settle down if I could find the right guy."

"And who would the right guy be?"

"You tell me that, Colonel."

That Colonel was SO on purpose!

"I think the right guy for you would be…a bit of an idiot, but you'd like that so you could put him in line. He'd be someone you can trust, and someone you could depend on keeping his promises. He might be a little grumpy on the outside, but he'd be able to tell a good joke now and then whether or not you'd laugh. And be dedicated, very dedicated." I said, rambling on a little out of nervousness.

"Sounds like someone I know."

"Who, Falman? Fuery?"

"You, Roy."

There were totally butterflies in my stomach then!

"Riza, there's been something I've been meaning to tell you."

"I know. Come out and tell me."

"I love you."

And we kissed. And then she told me she loved me. And we laughed and we cried a little bit and got embarrassed and my hand hurts so I'm going to stop writing. But I am happy, Diary, very happy. :)

Seriously, though, my hand is cramping.

With the love of a manly man's love confessed,

Brigadier General Roy Mustang

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