Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: Mustang does cleaning to get out of work. The others do cleaning because they've finished everything else . . .
Forty-two: Day Off
Roy Mustang didn't often take time off work. There was too much to be done to let himself waste away his days. Besides, he liked to save up his time off for times of need – missions he couldn't complete through the military.
But because of that very habit of storing up his leave and very rarely taking it, he had been put on an enforced holiday for an entire week. He was informed that the other members of his office would be too, in their turn, but not all at once – it wouldn't do to have the entire office absent and leave work piling up on desks.
When Mustang returned to the office, he looked around, feeling out of sorts. The room had been cleaned so impeccably that he wondered whether he had turned into the wrong one by accident.
"Colonel! Welcome back!" said Feury, walking in behind him.
"Feury . . . What's all this?" Mustang asked, gesturing to the organised desks, the polished floor – the gleaming windows.
Feury took a moment to understand what he was talking about. "Oh! While you were away we managed to get our work done with lots of time to spare, so we cleaned the office."
Mustang rolled his eyes. "Who's on leave now?"
"Hawkeye, sir."
Chuckling, he went and sat down behind his desk. "Don't worry, then – it'll get back to its old state in no time."