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Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist...

SO HUNGRY

Hawkeye came in to find Mustang staring out the window with a pile of paperwork by him.

"COLONEL!" Hawkeye's voice made Mustang turn his head around quickly.

"Colonel, you'd better get to work on this paperwork, NOW. It's due today!" Hawkeye stood in front of his desk. Suddenly, a growl came from Mustang's stomach.

"Guess this paperwork will have to wait. I'm starving." Mustang smiled. As Mustang was about to stand up, Hawkeye took out her gun.

"No, you're going to finish the paperwork...then eat." Hawkeye ordered. Mustang gave her a puppy dog stare, but she kept her fierce glare at the Colonel.

"Okay..I'll get right on it." Mustang muttered.

"Oh, by the way, your son is here." Hawkeye motioned to the door where Edward had stood the whole time.

"Son? Oh, right. Nobody has set that straight yet?" Mustang shrugged and motioned Edward in. Hawkeye left the room as Edward sat down.

"So, what do you want, Edward?" Mustang looked at his paperwork with a frown.

"Well...I was going to ask you something...but you're busy." Edward relaxed himself and took out an apple Alphonse had given him. Mustang's stomach growled at the sight of it.

"Better get started on that paperwork." Edward sighed before taking a bite from the apple. Mustang glared at him but it only made Edward take another bite of the apple.

"This is really good!" Edward smiled eating the apple. Mustang tried to concentrate on his work but Edward loudly took another bite of the apple. Mustang gripped his pen hard trying to ignore the sound.

"Ah! That was great!" Edward said as he threw the apple away. Mustang looked at the finished snack with a sad look.

"Oh, wait! I have another one! Oh...But I'm full..." Edward looked at Mustang whose eyes filled with hope at the words.

"Well, I guess I'll just save this for later. See you later..dad." Edward gave Mustang an evil smirk and walked out his office. Mustang sat at his desk motionless before he got up and slammed his fist.

"WHAT ABOUT FAMILY LOVE?"

Poor Mustang...wonder if he ever got to eat...

Mustang still in his office at midnight with his head on his desk.

Mustang: Need food...

-tsukiflower