Late post… I've been really busy and sick… I hope you enjoy this chapter. R&R~

I don't own FMA or any of its characters. I only own the OCs and the plot.

It was already six o' clock and daddy's little girl was doing his tie for him. She had to tiptoe and lift her chin a bit higher for her to be in eye level with the tie. He was a good 5'9" while she only stood 5'3" after all.

"I hate being so short." She mumbled.

Her father let out a laugh. "Tell me, princess, will I get mad at you tonight?" He grinned while looking down at her.

She stopped fiddling with the tie and took a step back. "I swear, whatever it is, I didn't burn a building." She said humorously. They both laughed and she continued with his tie. "If you mean if she's going to give you a nosebleed or you'd want strangle me, I think it's both." She gave her dad a triumphant grin.

Mustang's head jerked back and raised a brow at his daughter. "Why?" He asked cautiously. "What did you do?"

She simply grinned and tapped his chest. "You'll see." She skipped away and headed back to Riza's room to check on her.

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Riza sat on in front of her dresser, staring at herself in the mirror disbelievingly. She wouldn't believe the reflection she was seeing. Her hair was delicately arranged in a half bun with curls flowing down her back. Her neck was adorned with a simple diamond necklace Micha had bought her back in Fashion Street with a pair of matching earrings. Her makeup was done as natural as possible but it also highlighted her eyes and lips very well. She could recall when Micha was applying the cosmetic on her soft lips.

"If he isn't tempted enough with your lips with no makeup and this doesn't do the trick, I know that it'll work with every man in that restaurant." She giggled. The girl made Riza feel uneasy with her comments, but she understood what the hidden meanings to her words were. A normal person would've just simply said this, "You have really nice, soft, kissable lips." But that comment still made her involuntarily shiver. She saw her reflection and stifled a laugh.

What she still couldn't fully understand was why did she have to be so formally dressed. And why did she have to spend so much money on an outfit that she would only wear for one night? Part of the reason she came up with was that one: she's rich, two: it was part of her punishment and three: God knows what number three is but she was sure she didn't. It also baffled her on why she became so… nice. Well, it wasn't really nice but compared to how she and her brothers were last week… this is nice.

Micha knocked a few times before coming in her room. She had an SLR hanging around her neck.

"Photoshoot time." She grinned as she leaned on the door frame. A haunted look sweept across Hawkeye's face. "Just kidding." She chuckled. "You should really lighten up." She walked over to her babysitter and looked at their reflections in the mirror. "Can I do a makeover or what?" She said proudly. Riza sighed and quirked her lips up. "Better get up, dad's waiting upstairs."

Micha was already half way out the door until Hawkeye called for her.

"Wait."

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something?" Riza said nonchalantly.

She turned to face her and tipped her head to the side, giving her the go signal.

"Why are you… doing this? And being… do I dare say nice?" Riza asked with a little humor added to the last bit of the sentence.

Micha smirked. It was unbelievably the girl version of her fathers'. "Darling, you don't know the meaning of nice. If I really start to like you… You'll probably drown in gifts." She laughed. "Well, my brothers seem to like you and so does my dad." She shrugged and gave her a bemused look. "Why, do you want me to be mean?" She teased.

"No, it's just… weird." Riza admitted. She knew the little princess wasn't going to be offended anyway.

"Well, if I wasn't weird, then I'd be normal. If I was normal, I'd be boring. And if I was boring, then I wouldn't be Micha. And if I'm not Micha, then I'm not unique." She winked at her.

"Isn't everybody unique?" Riza raised a brow, smugly.

"That's like saying no one is." The girl giggled and skipped back upstairs. She's in a happy mood. Riza thought.

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All ready and looking as sexy as always, Roy saw his two boys hanging around the kitchen. The counter held numerous baking ingredients. "Hey there, boys. What're all the ingredients for?"

Alphonse sat on the counter and held on to the chocolate chips while Edward was busy having a glaring contest with the milk. "She's going to put this evil substance in…" He said acidly.

"We're making cookies!" Alphonse smiled and extended his small hands holding the chocolate chips to his father's face.

Roy smiled at his youngest son and ruffled his hair. "Just don't make too much of a mess. I don't want another flour fight, ok?"

Al brought the bag of chocolate chips near his face, covering his lips and chin and looked at his dad with big, golden puppy eyes and nodded his head. Roy smiled and looked over to Daisy, their cook.

"Make sure they don't burn the house down, ok?" He smirked.

"If they don't burn the city down first, sir." Daisy replied humorously.

"Hey, isn't that my job?" Micha came down from the stairs. She held up her SLR and pointed at Mustang. He instantly snapped to a handsome pose. His daughter laughed at his vain behavior and simply continued to take photos. Her younger brothers joined in, striking their own poses that fit their personality. "This is so going in my journal and Facebook." She told herself softly with an inerasable grin, gracing her lips. She only stopped when she realized her father was staring right passed her and the lens. A smug smile crept up her face.

Roy Mustang, international playboy and sexiest man of the year for three times in a row was practically drooling. Drooling over the most gorgeous girl he had ever laid eyes on. He slowly looked at her from head to toe and back up again. He let out a smirk. "I see Micha saved money." His tone was laced with smugness.

Micha gawked at his statement. "Wh-what? How can you say that?" She asked incredulously.

He calls this saving? Hawkeye thought. Oh well, he's rich. She inwardly rolled her eyes. She was already getting used to how rich people live—treating money as if it was nothing to them. But to this family, it really seemed like it didn't matter if they had money or not. They would still most likely be rich anyway. Even if they started from the dirt, they'd be sitting on gold in no time with their intelligence.

Roy strode over to Riza and started circling her, examining every single detail. His smugness did not go away. Hawkeye felt uneasy knowing that he was circling her and looking at places she wouldn't usually let a man's eyes drift to. "Her dress is too plain and it's from Schneider's. You most likely either got it for free or on a huge discount. Though the materials are pricey and designed with high taste, you could have picked something better. But you get extra points since the dress is perfect for Miss Hawkeye's body type."

Riza let out a small involuntary shudder. He's looking too much… She thought. What type of punishment is this anyway?

"Yeah, but plain looks good on her." Micha said. "Not that she's plain or anything…" She assured her father that she wasn't insulting their babysitter. If she did, she would have gotten into so much more trouble.

"And her makeup and hair…" Roy laughed silently. "You did it on your own." He said suddenly serious. "You could have hired a professional stylist to do the job."

"I think she did a good job." Alphonse cut in. "Miss Riza looks so pretty." He grinned.

Riza was flattered that he complimented her so sincerely. She felt the pure honesty coming from the little boy's voice.

"You see that, dad?" Micha pointed her arm towards her little brother. "He thinks she looks great! And little kids do not lie." She was desperate.

"True." He snickered. His hand came out of his pocket and let a finger lightly skim on Riza's flawless back. She tensed a little but then she felt his finger come up the nape of her neck. At this point, she stopped breathing.

Roy knew the effects he had on her. And he liked it. He slowly picked up a strand of her golden hair with his finger as he leaned in closer. Pressing his broad chest on her back and practically breathed his words to her ear. "There is one strand out of place." At this point, Riza let out an uneven breath. Feeling his warmth, seeping out of his silky suit before seeping into hers, and pressing on to her skin. It sent chills down her spine.

Roy stepped away from her and raised a hand to exaggerate his triumphant smile, "I guess this means I will have to pull through with your second punishment." He snickered at his daughter and swiped the car keys off the counter.

Her mouth was left open in pure shock. "What the hell! How can you not think she's a knock out?"

I'm a what now? Riza thought instantly, slightly bemused.

"Don't get me wrong, she gorgeous." He said as if the person they were talking about wasn't even in the same room, or three feet away from them. "But I specifically said that I wanted her to look like a goddess tonight. You could have exaggerated her beauty far more."

These people… I don't even have a word to describe them! Riza was starting to get annoyed. What was she? Their toy that they can play with? Something with no rights, dignity and life? Or something that had their own mind even? Anger started to seep into the corners of her mind.

"You are all being ridiculous!" Edward suddenly shouted as if he was an adult. "Riza looks beautiful, and Micha did her job well. I don't know what else you want, dad. Do you want her to glow and maybe float along with that choir in the background singing while she walks?" He asked, obviously annoyed. "You're all taking this too serious. It's just a date!" Anger clear in his liquid eyes.

"Who said this was a date?" Riza snapped. All eyes were on her again. "As far as I am concerned, this was a report. A report about the three of you." She evenly gave them a glare and pointed at them with her finger.

Roy let out an amused sigh and grinned at her. "Relax. I'm sure it just slipped Edward's tongue." He hoped this would coax her, but it didn't. His smile slowly melted into a thin line. "We have wasted enough time. Our reservation will be given to someone else if we don't leave now."

Riza let out a sigh to cool her nerves and nodded her head. These people are unbelievable. Admit it or not, she did feel rather hurt. So she didn't look like a goddess tonight… Well, sorry I'm not the prettiest thing on earth. She rolled her eyes.

She and Roy made their way to his car. Riza was going to walk over his black Porche, but Roy took a hold of her waist and steered her to his Lamborghini instead. Riza let out a small squeak out of his sudden action, but Roy pretended he didn't feel her body tense, hear her reaction, or how damn good she smelled.

She used her own perfume… He thought as he took in another lungful, pretending to inhale the night air. He clicked the car remote and the headlights lit up. Roy opened the suicide door for Hawkeye.

Riza slipped in with some discomfort. The heels were so high and car was low rise. This is going to be hard to get out of. She thought

Roy got in the car and the engine ignited with a purr. He turned the headlights on, and carefully drove out of his garage and out of his property. He needed to find a way for her to forgive him. If not, this night would be ruined. It looks like it's time to bring out the charm. Mustang thought smugly.

This is just the first part… the next chapter is where the juicy stuff is. *smug face* I shall post when I can find time because lately, it seems to be running away from me.

Oh! I forgot to put this in my last A/N. Guys, help me think of a way to ask this guy out to prom. =)) Be as creative as you can. He's the editor in chief of the school's paper and an Archer. Let your creative minds blow away. ;)

I hope you liked this fic and please do leave a comment down my way when you have time. 3