A/N: For those of you who follow my other stories, don't worry I haven't abandoned them. I've just been far too busy to sit down and really work on them. I've also been getting a plethora of plot ideas for short stories lately and these drabbles take less time to write which is why I've been writing these instead of my other stuff. I'm also putting these drabbles all together into one collection rather than keep them all separate like I had in the past.

Disclaimer: I don't own Full Metal Alchemist or any of the characters.


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The phone rang for the third time.

Roy ignored it. He knew exactly who was calling and he really wasn't in the mood to listen. Picking up the paper in front of him, he proceeded to read it over while trying to mentally block the annoying ringing sound.

"Sir," said Riza, not looking up from her own work. "Just answer the phone. He'll just keep calling till you answer it." The rest of his staff nodded in agreement.

"Fine," he grumbled. Dropping his pen, he reached for the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey Roy!" exclaimed a familiar voice on the other end of the line.

"Hughes, don't you have work to do?"

"Sure I do. We're up to our ears with this Scar case right now."

"Then shouldn't you be working on it instead of calling me?"

"Nag, nag. Anyway, I called because I sent a package to you yesterday via overnight mail and I wanted to make sure you got it."

Roy looked over at his inbox where an envelope with his best friend's familiar scrawl was sitting at the top of the pile. "A giant manila envelope? Sure, I got it."

"Good. Have you opened it?"

"No."

"Why not?" whined Hughes.

Roy sighed and shook his head. "Hughes, I really don't have time to look at photos of your daughter right now."

"Come on Roy. Just take a peek. I guarantee you'll love at least one of the pictures." Roy could hear Hughes chuckling slightly at the last comment.

"Fine," he groaned. "But if I get in trouble with Hawkeye for not finishing my paperwork on time I'm blaming it on you," he added, noticing his First Lieutenant looking at him disapprovingly.

"Fine by me. I assure you, you won't regret it."

Roy slowly reached for the manila envelope, broke the seal on the back, and pulled out about half a dozen photos. "Alright Hughes, I'm looking at them," he told his friend as he slowly flipped through photo after photo of a smiling Elysia Hughes posing for the camera.

"Doesn't she look beautiful?" gushed Hughes.

"Yes, Elysia looks more and more like her mother every day," answered Roy, bored.

"I didn't mean Elysia."

"What? Who else in the-" began Roy. He stopped in mid-sentence when he reached the last picture. A grin slowly formed on his face as he admired the blonde in the photo. "Yes, she looks stunning. I'm surprised you were able to get this shot." He noticed Riza looking suspiciously up at him after his comment.

"You better appreciate it." Hughes told him. "I risked my life for that shot. She literally chased me down and made me swear I'd give her the photo and the negatives when I got them developed. Of course, she never knew I made a duplicate first."

Roy laughed at Hughes's anecdote as he admired the picture. It was a photo from a trip he and his men (and woman) took a few months ago. The group had gone to the beach one long weekend to celebrate a mission they had successfully completed and Hughes and his family, who were visiting East City at the time, had joined them in the festivities. At the time, Roy remembered being somewhat annoyed at his friend for constantly shoving his camera in front of everyone and snapping photos practically every minute but now he couldn't help but think just how lucky he was that Hughes had actually joined them. If he hadn't, he wouldn't be sitting here right now holding a photograph of his First Lieutenant wearing a dark blue two-piece swimsuit. Riza was lying on her side on a towel in the photo, one arm supporting her head while the other was keeping a book she was reading open. Her long blond hair flowed loose down her back, framing her serene face while the white unbuttoned shirt she wore over her swimsuit to hide her tattoo had slipped down her shoulders, revealing more of her creamy white skin. Roy didn't think he had ever seen Riza look this sexy before. He chuckled silently as he thought how Riza once off-handedly mentioned she didn't think she was at all that attractive. He turned over the photo and saw a note written in Hughes's messy handwriting.

If this won't encourage you to make a move then I don't know what will.

"By the way, I also have one of her building a sandcastle with Elysia but I thought you'll appreciate this one far more." Hughes finally said, breaking the silence.

Roy smiked. "Yeah, Hughes. I do. Thanks."

"Anyway, I better back to work. I just called to make sure the package arrived safely."

"Alright, I'll talk to you later then."

" 'K. Oh, and Roy?"

"Yeah?"

"Happy Birthday."


A/N: Next drabble should be up in a few days.