A/N: Eh. I felt like doing a drabble that wasn't for the Royai 100 Themes challenge.

I wanted this to just be a friendship fic, but it ended up being romantic anyways. *headdesks*

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.

One After Another

In all the years that Lt. Hawkeye had been with the Colonel, she had been surprised by him a number of times. There were many times when they were alone together that, out of the blue, the Colonel would do or say something that jolted her. Most of the shocks she got from him were pleasant, while others were frustrating or annoying. Either way, pleasant or unpleasant, she still got them, one after another.

But out of all of the surprises she had gotten from him, she had never gotten one quite like this.

"I'm sorry."

She looked up, startled by the so suddenly spoken words. Her superior was looking at her from his seat at his desk with remorse glazed over his normally lively coal-black eyes.

"I beg your pardon, sir?" Hawkeye asked, wondering if she had actually heard that phrase emit from Mustang's mouth.

"I'm sorry," the Colonel repeated with a frown. "For everything."

The Lt.'s eyebrows raised in question and she offered a small smile in an attempt to lighten to the dreary mood. "Be specific, sir. I can't forgive you if I don't know what you're apologizing for."

A long and heavy sigh came from Mustang before he replied. "I shouldn't have dragged you into this with me. You could be happy. You could be married with a family. But," his voice constricted inside his throat and his next words were barely audible. "I ripped that away from you."

The blonde's amber eyes went wide with shock. That's what this was about? "Sir," she said. Her voice was firm. "You hardly dragged me in. It was my own decision to join the military and follow you." The Lt. paused, and a smirk drifted onto her lips. "Besides, I'd rather not be a housewife and be stuck at home with children."

A smirk came to her superior's lips to match hers. "Oh? Does that mean you don't want children, Lt.? Such a shame. You practically baby those Elric brothers."

Hawkeye's cheeks became dusted in a light pinkish tint. "I-I don't 'baby' them!" She protested, but that only caused the Colonel's smirk to evolve into a grin.

"Please, Hawkeye. You could be their mother."

She bit her lip. "Then who would be the father?"

Mustang blinked and raised one eyebrow suggestively. "Why, that would be me, of course," he replied.

Despite the situation, the Lt. couldn't help but laugh. "Only so you could get in bed with me," Hawkeye snorted.

A charming smile replaced the grin. "No," he said. The Colonel stood and, before the Lt. knew it, he was kneeled down beside her. His hard, calloused hand immediately found its way to her face and cupped her soft cheek gently. "So I could finally treat you like the queen you really are," Mustang murmured, his onyx eyes gazing into her light caramel ones. Hawkeye's gaze softened and she opened her mouth to reply, but was cut short.

"And, of course, to get in bed with you."

Needless to say, Hawkeye served a swift kick to his groin.

Yes, that man would never cease to amaze her.

~Owari~

A/N: "…cause the Colonel's smirk to evolve into a grin…" I laughed when I typed that because I thought of Pokémon xD

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