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[Fullmetal Alchemist] Embarrassing misunderstandings

Title: Embarrassing misunderstandings
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Jean Havoc, Roy Mustang, Ms. Havoc
Pairing: Havoc / Roy
Rating: PG , because my beta he insisted. It's actually G
Word Count: 4219 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: bingo_italia
Prompt: know relatives or friends
Summary: Roy must meet the mother of Havoc as not to his superior, but as a lover. Or not?
Notes: But fatigue. XD I do not remember even when I started writing this fic ... and I too long dialogues and sequences are clearly not get along. . __. XD Anyway. Nothing. I wanted to put together a little something that was not too cliché classic-with-l'album-of-picture, so I came up with this nonsense. Poor Roy. XD
Acknowledgements: A sonia_sama , my precious guinea pig laboratory rat. * _ *
Spoiler: Chapter 108
Disclaimer: Cow-san no. ♥
Warning: Shounen For



Roy leaned comfortably back in his chair, stretching his legs under the table in the bar, and let your gaze wander among the other chairs and other reasonably large number of local customers , all invariably committed to sip soft drinks, snacks spiluccare, chat and generally to do all those things that you expect to see a bunch of people met in any case in a room during the hour of the aperitif.
All in all, he thought, clutching shoulders, the view was not very much. Girls, little, pretty ones even less, especially young men peeled away from the office and matrons too flawed and painfully bored-looking - except for the squawking group who had monopolized the table at the bottom, under the umbrella of next to large pots of flowers infested by insects, yes, but ideal for gossip and glances of passers-fashionable dresses and hats, and oh, my God someone has to explain to me how such a handsome man will come out with a monster like that.
Roy snorted, crossing his arms and chest, moving his eyes on the group of fearless young men from the opposite the room, he wondered what the hell he was doing there and why he had not yet raised heels to leave. Also because, honestly, that situation began to be really ridiculous .
Though unwillingly, he decided to move his gaze to the right where Havoc, leaning on the ashtray as if it were his last lifeline, was perhaps the fifteenth cigarette smoking since he had arrived there. That is just over twenty minutes. He frowned in his direction and bent his lips into a grimace angrily, shooting a dirty look, "I do not know if you're trying to commit suicide, with all those cigarettes, or kill me through your fimo liabilities. 'And before the other had only time to turn in his direction, he added: "But in any case, stop immediately, because otherwise I swear I'm leaving."
Havoc looked at him, eyes big and wide open , while the half-consumed cigarette hanging smoldering between his lips and inert, almost threatening to fall on the white tablecloth. Roy, seized with a sudden fit of anger, he snapped, taking a cigarette between his fingers and turning it off in the ashtray as if he were squeezing a bug - or the head of the man sitting beside him, considering how he was staring at him. Havoc looked away and began drumming his fingers on the table: "Sorry," he murmured, shrug. "I'm just a bit 'nervous."
Roy breathed deeply, calm and imposing itself as an act of confidence in it, went to lean against the chair, arms folded across his chest and one leg crossed over the other at the level of ankle.
"If you had doubts, I might as well not come."
Havoc sighed, crossing his fingers on the tablecloth. "Mom kept us so much."
There was silence again, weighed down by the looks that they did not want to meet, and Roy found himself wondering once again why he was persuaded. At first, it seemed to really Havoc held at that meeting, so he did not do nothing but talk for weeks, at every possible opportunity, stealthily inserting it in all the conversations they were doing, so that the end had almost felt compelled to tell him that, yes, he thought the time had come to know his as it should - its that had become her mother within a couple of days because, you know, I do not think my father is ready for such a thing - but now, most watched, most of them had as feeling that he felt almost forced to stay there and that if he could, if the date would be like hell as soon as he had turned his gaze.
let out yet another sigh and looking to take the expression and the tone was more conciliatory in capable leaned a little towards him, whispering: "Come on, what do you care? You'll be fine. "
Havoc did not answer him, determined not to surrender, he forced himself to sketch a laugh:" Come, do not I should be what goes into a panic, but you keep telling myself that, you're sure, your mother I adore? "
Havoc nodded shyly. "Yes, I know. But ... "
" You said that you explained everything, right? So he already knows what to expect. "
" I did it, "he snapped defensively. "Only, here ... This is the first time. "
Roy stared at him for a moment, lips and eyebrows that tended to buckle dangerously. 'Well, I guess it is. It's definitely not that kind of thing happens so often, but since we're here ... "
Havoc shook his head and interrupted him:" No, it's not that. Be ', not only of this. "He swallowed. "You see, the fact is that I, in short, the point is that I never brought a girl to my mother before. That's why I'm so nervous. "
Roy felt the lid snaps into a fit of anger to the word girl, but said nothing to prevent further complications in that conversation already impossible per se. He clenched his jaw for a moment, before finally calm. "Maybe, but it's not the end of the world. Do not you said before she was to keep us so much? I told you, will do. We will limit ourselves to drink coffee while we talk about this and that, at work, when you were a child and in the end, we cordially greet the hope that soon there will be a next time. With your father, maybe, "threw out, hoping that Havoc did not take as an excuse to go to crazy. The study of the corner of the eye and when he saw that his collection was no provocation, but rather plunged directly into the skin knocking him to the limit in a state of comatose sighed, hiding her face in her hand.
Yet it was not so bad, when they took him to hear Madam Christmas. In short, his aunt had made him embarrassed as hell, so much that Havoc had left the room with purple ears, but at least there were no strange looks, long silences calculatedly and walk back and forth behind the bar to hide the nervousness - yes, sometimes it was indeed fortunate to have only a woman like that, as the only close relative.
course, not imagined that her mother was the type of Havoc to place a martini under the nose and asked him how far they had gone into the bedroom of the two and was generally active, but had seen only a couple of times in hospital and afterwards, a few weeks after his reinstatement to the team and say that he'd had was that it was a complex woman quiet, gentle, somewhat affectionate and never, ever would eventually pull a cup of hot coffee lover in the face of his son. Which, from his point of view, was much more than is generally could hope for.
At one point, he felt excited Havoc at his side muttering something that was not able to grasp and, more annoyed that worried, turned his head to his side and then move the eye in the direction it was pointing her. And when he saw what he was looking at him, he felt the blood freeze veins. Here .
swallowed, and could not take his eyes from the figure of the woman who, in short, regular steps, approached the room, his face lit by a smile of courtesy that widened even more when they spotted among the various tables. He raised a hand to greet them, and both, almost without reason, jumping up when she passed two large pots of flowers that marked the space reserved for the tables in the room.
"has arrived," Havoc whispered, his voice is too low so that everyone could hear.
"I saw her," he said, in the same tone.
"Are you okay?"
Roy closed his eyes for a brief moment, thanking whatever deity was listening existing at the time, because as soon as Havoc had posed his question, she had arrived just before them, denying the fact of giving the answer that was just flashed in my mind: But even in the slightest.
"Jean! Hello, dear. "
" Mom, "he greeted her in turn, too terrified to move as she stretched out her hand to Roy. "Good evening, Mr. Mustang."
He grabbed her hand and squeezed, making her swing gently. "Good evening. And, please, Roy will be fine. "
She blinked her eyes a few times and then nodded. "Okay, then, Roy," he said, slightly embarrassed, and sat down, immediately imitated by the two men straightened the folds of the gown with both hands, without taking a moment to look at Roy. "You know, I'm really happy to make your acquaintance at last."
He smiled, wondering if she would mind noticed something, if he did a great sigh. "I can assure you that the pleasure is all mine."
"Jean has always spoken to me so much and so well of her."
Roy blushed slightly, mental note that he should expect from Havoc details of those conversations. "Even I have heard a lot about her," he said, more out of courtesy than anything else, hoping not to be forced to let her know that, in fact, everything that he knew she had guessed himself and that his son had mentioned for the first time when he started this ridiculous business of the meeting with their families.
The woman slammed her eyes again, blushing slightly. "Good heavens, he says so?"
Roy opened his mouth to speak but closed it immediately, not so much surprised by the question what the tone of his voice and the expression in his face. "Yes, of course. Often, too, "he lied, hoping that way to calm her, but she almost ignited a purplish color, as he turned to watch his son:" But Jean, "cried, almost, and the boy opened his eyes, blushing to the tips of his ears. Then again look to Roy, "Please, I would not want her to think that Jean is a mama's boy, or something like that."
"Mom!"
"In reality it is not," assured him, hotly. "Because nothing can guarantee."
Roy cleared his throat in an attempt to cover a pale little smile. "And I can assure you that I do not think at all it is, ma'am."
"Sure, I'm sorry," she said, trying to smile about stretching. "It's that, you know, it sounds so strange that he talks about me like that, especially with his superior." Roy raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. The woman continued: "In fact, it is also strange that I have talked a lot about her: she never tells me anything, either on his work, or on his girlfriends - do not look that way, Jean, you know it's true."
Roy held another giggle. "Yes, I know."
"That's why I'm happy to be able to know, Roy. She wants to be so kind as to tell me something about what makes Jean to work? "
Roy, trying to be as discreet as possible, threw to Havoc eloquent look as if to say See? We'll talk about work, I told you and then turned back to her mother, a relaxed smile on his lips: "Certainly yes, I also ask all you want. Meanwhile, he added, pointing with his eyes the waiter who had just arrived behind him, "order something?"
The woman turned briefly. "Oh, thank you, yes. A coffee would be fine. "
" A coffee, then, "he ordered Roy, and the waiter disappeared into the tables with your order, just as he had arrived. "So, what can I tell?"
"Jean is doing so well, right?"
"But Mom, you seem to be any questions?"
This time, Roy did not try to hide his laughter. "Of course it does well, is unexceptionable. "He paused a moment and then shook his head. "There is only one small problem."
She stiffened. "What's that?"
"Cigarettes," he said, deadly serious. "He smokes too much really, it will eventually take him to the grave."
She sighed, as if she were ready to cash a big shot well over, and nodded, shaking hands on the tablecloth. "Look, I do not speak, is a curse. He started as a boy, you know? Just after the academy. All his friends smoked, and so he has started since then has never stopped. "
Roy nodded, crossing his arms to his chest. "A real disaster."
"I always tell him. Do not stop completely, but to reduce at least a little ', because even in my smokes too much, but never listen to me. "
" Who says so. It seems that we do not hear from that ear. "Havoc
swallowed, watching with growing desire that the ashtray had under his eyes. Those two could say what they wanted, but at that time would have really killed at least be able to smoke another cigarette. He glanced to his superior, sitting beside him, noting that as they spoke his shoulders began to relax - had little to do bully, he was nervous, all right - and then watched his mother, standing in his golf pink and visibly embarrassed, his fingers twisted with so much strength to do his knuckles whiten. He sighed, casting another look desperate to ashtrays. Clearly her mother was taking was not very good, not the blame, he understood that the situation was rather embarrassing, and maybe it was a good meet in a public place, where no one could indulge in embarrassing hysterics.
"Yes, it was a bad time." Roy's voice joined him in the middle of his thoughts and he cocked his head as if he had been caught with their hands in the act. He looked at his mother who nodded, composed, his eyes slightly lowered.
"I really wanted to thank you for what he did for Jean ... Roy. "
He smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "It was not at all on my own. Were Dr. Mark and of course his son to do everything. "
She shook her head slightly hotly. She looked into his eyes. "No, believe me. If she had not insisted, though she was not there when Jean needed, I believe that not going to make it. "
Roy blinked and felt his cheeks become much hotter than they were a moment before. Havoc looked and smiled, before returning to turn to her: "That's what I felt I needed to do," he said, struggling with himself for not reach out and grab the man sitting next to him. They looked again and this time Havoc returned his smile.
"And that is why I am very happy that he works for you, Roy," she said, suddenly flushed and with eyes as big and shiny.
Havoc opened his mouth to speak a few times in disbelief. "Mom!"
She sobbed quietly and dabbed her eyes, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I really do not know what I have got," he apologized, his voice a little shaky.
Roy gave her a friendly smile and shook his head: "Please, no. Of course, he is her only son. "She looked straight
sketched in the eye and in turn a smile that he hoped to be quite convincing. "Thank you, really, she is very kind." She shook her fingers between the coffee cup which had brought a first time and took a small sip, trying to regain some 'control. He said nothing for a brief moment and then sighed, trying to sound a bit 'more cheerful: "Maybe the sound a bit' indiscreet, but I ask you a question?"
Roy stiffened and clenched his fists just looking but not leaving no shine from your face. "Sure," he said, his voice slightly choked. "Tell me."
"It's a normal thing for her? I mean, do it often? "
Havoc opened his eyes and mouth and Roy stood, petrified, unable to give any coherent sound, while the face of his aunt Chris seemed clear in the mind. "Excuse me?"
She frowned slightly and looked at them both as soon as he cleared his voice: "I mean, you know, take to heart the faces of his subordinates, know their families. This kind of thing. "
The two men released her breath and Havoc threw his head forward, visibly relieved, and Roy let out a nervous giggle," Yes and no. I am very fond of my men, if that's what you mean. But what about the families, b ',' launched look at Havoc and shrugged his shoulders, as if to emphasize the star, saying something totally obvious. "Usually not, of course. But what about Havoc is an entirely different matter. Of course. "
The woman looked at him for a moment frowning and then relaxed his brow, as if he understood what was happening just at that moment. "Oh, sure, I'm sorry. He's right. "He sketched a little laugh and sat comfortably back in his chair, suddenly more at ease. "So she knows a lot about Jean, is not it? Things that have nothing to do with work, is not it? "
Roy raised an eyebrow. 'Well, yes. Yeah, sure. "
" Mom, what are you talking about? "
The woman looked at her son and shrugged his shoulders, on the defensive. "Since you do not want to tell me anything, I'll ask him."
Havoc blinked: "Ask him what, exactly?" He asked, blushing, casting quick glances from her to his superior, and vice versa.
Roy grinned, beginning to find that particularly funny conversation. Okay, it was gone. Okay, maybe the beginning was not the most brilliant, but could not help but think that the fact that that cup of coffee had not yet thrown in his face, accompanied by angry accusations he had brought his good boy on the path to perdition, was indeed a good sign. "If I know something will be my pleasure and my eagerness to tell him, ma'am."
She exhaled, satisfied and gave him his full attention, completely ignoring his son continued to complain: "Thank you very much. I know I should not make them similar questions, and it's also quite embarrassing, but since you have this, you know, special relationship with Jean probably know or have heard of it. "
Roy raised his eyebrows. He had just called them a special relationship ? "Tell me everything," urged her, trying not to giggle.
"You are aware some details about his new, as if to say, love? "
Silence fell on the table as if it were a thick mass of concrete. Roy opened his mouth a few times to speak and Havoc opened his eyes, completely taken aback. The two men looked for a moment and glanced the Roy that if he could, he would be reduced to a shapeless heap of ashes.
She blushed, shrugging, "I said something wrong?"
Roy breathed deeply and then looked at her, eyes bulging. "Could you repeat that, please?"
"The girlfriend of Jean. His new girlfriend, "he said, starting to feel terribly uncomfortable. "I wanted to know if she was aware of something. At least his name, as Jean does not tell me anything. "
" Havoc has a girl? "
" I'm not a girl! "Snapped Havoc, red-faced, staring at his mother with an expression so upset that she was unable to decipher.
"Do not be silly, I know you have it."
"You saw her?"
"No," she said, defensively, suddenly struck by the sharp tone he had used. "I did not see," she repeated, more calmly, "but I know it exists. I know that Jean is seeing someone, I can see it in his face. "
" Mother ... "
"And I know it's a serious thing," she continued, unstoppable. "I am a mother, I understand certain things. Except that all the rare times that we end up on the subject he lets go for a while ', but then begins to talk about the job or even her, "he said, pointing to Roy," and there is more to make him saying a word. "
Roy blinked and felt the wind cut off in my throat when finally understood the meaning of those words. Havoc knew that beside him, he dared not turn his eyes and forced herself to breathe deeply and calmly lips struggled to take a turn even vaguely similar to a friendly smile. "Yes, I understand." He clenched his fists. "No, I'm sorry, I do not know anything. But will investigate for you, if you wish. You see I doubt it, "Havoc and stared at the corner of my eye," that he is able to keep a secret like this. "
" Lord ... "
The woman nodded, slightly embarrassed. "Thanks a lot, but it should not bother." He blinked. "It's not that important."
Roy shook his head and raised her hand to her: "Oh, it is, believe me. I dare say that it is essential you to know who's here with his son, am I right? "
Havoc ran a hand over his eyes and bowed his head, mortified, and her mother slid his eyes from one to another slightly confused, feeling as if he had lost a significant part of the conversation.
"Sure," he murmured, with a slight nod, and at that time Roy reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, signaling the waiter to bring them the bill. "I beg your pardon, madam, but unfortunately it's late," he said, more dismissive than imposing manners, and when she offered to pay for his part he sighed, smiling: "No, let me do it. It was really nice to meet you, "he added, standing up immediately and the other two followed suit.
"The pleasure was mine, Roy. What do you Jean do? "
Havoc looked the other man and swallowed, passing a hand on her neck. "I must return to the office," he said, as if he were reciting aloud his sentence to death and her mother nodded, satisfied, as if he had not noticed anything. "Well, then we say goodbye here. Come see me every now and then Jean and Roy, still many thanks for accepting my invitation. "
" Not at all. "He shook hands and exchanged a few more formalities after the woman went, walking along the road from which had come, blissfully unaware of the storm that would break out soon on the head of his only son.
Roy turned to look at its subject, fists clenched, jaw contracted and Havoc gulped, taking a step back. "I can explain," he began, feeling his way, but the other interrupted him, relentlessly: "I really hope so."
"You ... must have misunderstood," he defended himself, raising his hands and Roy came up, so that was enough to whisper to be heard distinctly: "Exactly what is there to misunderstand in" for years now I have sex with my supervisor? "Havoc
swallowed. "Let's say that here ..."
"What?"
"I did not put it down just like that," he confessed, purple and away a little. "Well, it is still my mother. Did not want to upset her. "
Roy ran a hand through his hair and moved to turn, as if just to be near him made him feel the need spasmodic lay hands on him - and not in a good way. "I ..." inspired a long time, and then raised his hands in surrender. "All right, all right. It's okay. "Breathed again. "You only know that it was the most humiliating experience of my life, and the time you made me lose you will be deducted from your salary."
"Lord!"
" What?" He snapped with a painted face ' expression which does not allow.
Havoc nodded and bowed his head, dropping her arms at your sides. "No, he's right. I'm sorry. "
" I should think so. "
" No, "he said, without finding the courage to raise his eyes. "I'm really sorry. I should have been clearer, of course you have heard only what he wanted to hear. I had to wait. "
Roy nodded. "Probably."
For a long moment neither said anything and they just stand there, motionless, still stuck in their chairs and coffee table. Roy looked around, searching one by one the faces of customers at the bar totally uninterested in what they were doing and shrugged, turning towards the exit: "We must go," he said, vaguely peremptory tone. "When I said that we have work to do not say so to speak."
Havoc followed him immediately, then found themselves at his side when they arrived on the sidewalk. "What can I do to make you forgive me?" He asked, almost shyly, as if he expected any moment to be impressed by its flames.
Roy did not answer him right away and walked on in silence until, not far from where they were, they saw the check gates of the headquarters. They crossed the courtyard with a steady pace and only when she came at Roy turned to face him, frowning. "If you care so much to be forgiven, "he said, dry, 'Do your work quickly and do it in silence." Then, more quietly, he added: "Later on you. And to see you come up with an extraordinary excuse ready, because this is the right time to return to the wheelchair, I said? "
Havoc and swallowed, trying to control the smile that was overwhelmingly ticking on his lips, nodded "Yes, sir."