Won Fifth Place in the LJ community Fma fanfic contest's Prompt 75 Brotherly Love.

I don't own Fma

III

"You know, now that he's not in the military, you can't keep as close of an eye on him as before." Roy glanced over at Hawkeye, before eyes returning to the disappearing train.

"Don't be too sure about that one, Lieutenant." He smirked, hands finding their way into their respectable pockets.

"That's Captain now, Sir."

He laughed, "Of course." After the train had disappeared from sight, he quickly turned on his heel, heading out of the station.

"What are you going to do now, Sir?"

"He said he was heading east. I'm going to give Havoc a call."

He heard his subordinate chuckle. "You're like a mother hen to those boys."

He stopped, spinning to face his trailing Captain, "Mother hen! I've been cleaning up all the shit those boys have been getting into for years, always watching their ass to make sure they didn't get themselves killed, helping them bring down the bad guy bent on destroying this whole country, while still maintaining my own military and personal career, which by the way, I succeeded in both, and you're calling me a mother hen!"

"Would you like a mother rooster instead?"

Mustang scowled, resuming his trek back to Central Command. "I'm not a mother anything, Lie-Captain. I am the gorgeous older brother Fullmetal wished he could have had. Someone he could look up to and admire, seek guidance from, get tips on how to get with girls-"

"I think having too many sisters has gotten to you, sir."