A/N: Yeesh…it's been a while since I posted a chapter hasn't it? Unfortunately, I haven't had any ideas for oneshots lately so I've been focusing all of my energy on my Ishbal war fic instead. Hopefully this was worth the wait.

Hot Coffee:


"Stupid Briggs winters," mumbled Roy as hit blew his nose. He hated having their joint training sessions up North.

"Are you ok, sir?" asked Riza as they walked down one of the many cold corridors in Fort Briggs.

"Yeah. Just wondering why the hell we had to schedule this joint training in the winter."

"It was the only time that both the East and North were available."

"I know. It was a rhetorical question, Lieutenant."

As they continued their way to Major General Armstrong's office, Roy couldn't help but notice icicles hanging from the ceiling, threatening to fall on an unsuspecting soldier. He shivered. More proof that Fort Briggs really was an ice castle ruled by an Ice Queen. No wonder General Grumman always conveniently scheduled his vacations to conflict with the trainings whenever they were held in the North.

When they finally reached the General's office they found Major Miles sitting there looking through some papers.

"Ah, Colonel Mustang. Lieutenant Hawkeye," he said, getting up from his seat and saluting.

"Good day, Major Miles. I see Major General Armstrong isn't here yet?"

"No. There was something urgent down in R&D that she had to attend to so she asked me to meet with you instead."

Roy nodded. "I see."

"Anyway, regarding the joint training… Miles picked up a sheet of paper from the desk and began reading it. "We were originally planning on starting it at 1500 hours but a blizzard is starting to form outside so General Armstrong has decided to postpone the training until it's over. She suggests we meet again in two hours to finalize the details." Looking up from the paper, he said, "I hope this won't be too much of an inconvenience for your men."

"Not at all. I'm sure my men would much rather wait than turn into frozen ice sculptures in the blizzard.

Miles grinned. "Good. Then it's settled. We'll meet again at 1400 hours."


Roy turned to leave but just then, a loud sneeze overcame him.


"Hold on a minute, Colonel," Miles called out. He walked over to a small stove and picked up a pot resting on top of it. Pouring the coffee into a mug, he handed it to him. "Sounds like you need this, sir."

Roy smiled. "Thanks." He reached out for it but stopped when he remembered something. "Wait…how much is this going to cost me?"

"500 cenz."

"500 CENZ? That's highway robbery!"

The man shrugged. "General Armstrong recommended that price. Said it was a 'special price for Mustang'."

That bitch, Roy thought. "I'll pass."

"Suit yourself," Miles said with a small grin. He was about to walk away but Riza stopped him.

"Wait," she called out. She opened her coin purse and counted out several coins. "Here," she said, dropping them in Major Miles's hand. He handed her the cup of coffee. Turning to Roy, she said, "Ok. Let's go, sir." He nodded; surprised that she would pay such an exorbitant price for sub-par coffee.

When they left the office, she handed him the coffee. "Here. Drink it before it gets cold," she ordered.

He tried to hand it back to her. "It's your coffee. You paid for it."

"You haven't had any coffee since we left Eastern HQ. You're starting to go through caffeine withdrawal, sir."

He looked down at the brown liquid and then back at Riza. It was true that he could use a cup of hot coffee at that moment but at the same time so did the Lieutenant. He could see dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep due to all the preparations they had to do prior to arriving and the very uncomfortable train ride here.

"We can share it," he said, holding the cup to her. "You need it as much as I do."

Her eyes widen in surprise. "Sir! If anyone sees us-"

He quickly looked down the corridor. It was deserted. "I don't see anyone. Do you?"


"It's only coffee. It's not like I'm asking you to do something immoral." Spying a bench propped up against the wall, he walked over to it and sat down. He gently patted the spot next to him. "Don't make me order you to sit down."

Sighing in resignation, Riza sat down next to him. Roy grinned as he took a large gulp of coffee. He could feel himself warming up and the caffeine starting to kick in while he passed the cup to her. She took a sip before passing it back to him. They continued like this for a while until the coffee was gone. Afterwards, they sat there listening to the howling wind outside.

After a while, Roy finally spoke. "You know how the law of this place is 'Survival of the fittest'? Well, I've been thinking. I probably couldn't survive here."

Riza smiled. "Probably not. The Major General would see to that."

He chuckled. "That's true. She would probably find some way to kill me and make it look like an accident. But ignoring that fact, the bad food, freezing temperatures, and lack of female personnel here would drive any normal guy insane. I don't know how the Briggs men can stand it here."

"I'm sure they've found ways to cope."

"Probably," Roy muttered, leaning back against the wall. "But either way, I would hate to be transferred here."

Riza didn't say anything. She just sat there looking at the empty mug in her hands. "I'm sure it's not that bad once you get used to it here. And besides, if by chance you ever did get transferred here I can always request to transfer with you as your bodyguard."

He looked over at her. "You'll really do that?"

She nodded. "I promised I'd watch your back. I can't do that if I'm hundreds of kilometers away. Not to mention, you can't seem to survive without me," she added with a small smirk.

He smirked. "I can't do a lot of things without you," he said, resting his hand on hers. "And other things aren't nearly as enjoyable without you," he whispered in her ear, causing her to blush.

"Careful, Colonel. There could be Drachma spies listening to us," she teased.

"That's quite alright. I'm done talking," he replied as he leaned in closer. She tilted her head and their lips barely touched when the sound of distant footsteps broke the silence. Roy quickly pulled away and turned around just in time to see two soldiers appear from around the corner. Dammit! So close, he thought. Turning back to Riza, he murmured, "It's getting chilly here. Let's finish our 'conversation' somewhere else." She nodded. He stood up and offered her his hand. "If you're interested, we can go get some more coffee. This time, it'll be my treat."

"I'd like that," Riza smiled as she took his hand. He pulled her up and they quietly walked side by side down the hall.