Author Note: So when I drew this one I was like, please no more in the 90s, and it was just ironic that this one came out. Also, I am really sorry that it has been so long since I have posted anything. I just have been lazy. But today is a snow day, and I have plenty of time on my hands. R&R!
Dislcaimer: I own nothing
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Riza, Havoc, Fuery, Falman, and Breda were all sitting at their desks working quietly when a light bulb suddenly lit up over Havoc's head.
He was half way through signing his name when it hit him, and his pen stopped moving. Havoc restarted the motion and finished the last few letters of his signature before leaning back in his chair.
"You know guys," he said loftily, "I just had an idea."
"Oh really," Breda chuckled, "That's a new one."
Havoc glared lightly at his friend, "I'm serious. It just occurred to me that even though we were all assigned together by the military, we are like one big family, our office I mean."
Fuery looked up from where he was tinkering with a radio, "What do you mean?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah," Breda set down his pen; this was bound to be more interesting than paperwork, "Are you the black sheep?"
"No!" Havoc shook his head vehemently, "We don't have one. I am the eldest son." He looked proud of the fact, probably because it gave him power over the other guys.
"Breda and Fuery are my brothers with Fuery as the youngest, Falman is the grandpa, and Black Hayate is our pet dog."
"You know I never would have guessed that last one." Breda snickered.
Falman briefly paused in filling out paperwork to glare at Havoc for calling him old, and decided to ignore the rest of the conversation.
"What about the Lieutenant and the Colonel?" Fuery wanted to know.
"I'm getting there!" responded Havoc, "The Colonel is like the father of this dysfunctional family, he has his own office and everything." Havoc glanced over at Riza, who was listening with mild interest, and risked his life to say, "And Lieutenant Hawkeye is like our mother, because she always looks after us and spends most of her time with our father. Also, the two of them are…"
Havoc shuddered as his voice faded away, he had no idea how intense that glare could be. Riza had gone from mildly interested to incensed in the span of a second. If death glares could kill, then Havoc would already be six feet under. Fuery saved Havoc by breaking the awkward silence,
"I like our family. It's nice to belong somewhere."
Havoc stared in amazed shock as Riza's mood shifted again, now radiating calm joy as she smiled at Fuery.
Apparently, her youngest son was her favorite.
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End note: So yeah… I have no life. I started reading Ouran High School Host Club a few days ago and it is highly addicting. So I might be writing an OHSHC one-shot soon, maybe.
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