Fullmetal Maid – Where Edward makes Maidly Fantasies come true – Chapter: The Butler
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The butler heard the bell rang with a tasteful ditty and gracefully strode to the large doors that were at the end of an even larger corridor. The butler named Riza Hawkeye, opened the door to find what a butler would normally see if they happened to work at a mansion own by one of the richest men in the land. A ridiculously large parcel.
As ridiculously large parcels for ridiculously rich men went, it was rather plain and not very heavy, in fact it was so un-heavy, that even Riza Hawkeye could pick it up and bring it into the mansion. Quickly glancing at the rather plain parcel, she knew instantly that it was for her master with its cheap scrawl on a small white label. The butler rattled the package, which was quite a task seeing that the parcel was 5ft 5", but a butler to the ridiculously rich would be able to manage it, of course.
However, Riza heard a noise that generally a ridiculously large parcel delivered would not make. A small squeal. Now if one was a butler, shaking a 5ft 5" parcel, one would question said squealing parcel with caution. However one is not Riza, who promptly threw the parcel into a wall. Investigating that the parcel did not squeal again, the butler dusted her hands and walked away to prepare tea for her late arriving master. With the help of one of the mansions top maids, Riza had quickly prepared for the arrival of her master who happened to be at a social meeting.
Soon the sound of horses and oiled wheels filled the air outside the mansion, alongside the kowtowing of servants, trumpets being blown in the air and fireworks whizzing daylight. The butler's master had arrived as gallant and showy as ever. Stirring the Earl Grey tea, Riza took her position near her master's mahogany chair, which was decorated with flames.
The oak doors slammed open, her master whirling into the room with vigour and energy, dumping his coat on the floor in a royal mess. Riza swooped down to pick it up and moved the coat to its coat rack.
"Greetings, Master Mustang, I trust that your day has been well, sire." She bowed at the waist slightly, a small smile gently touching her face.
"It has indeed been well, Hawkeye! I have the Fuhrer's trust, alongside many dozens of women begging for my hand, of course." Roy Mustang paraded with glee and gusto around the room, flaring his hands out. The butler nodded sagely to her master's words. "Of course, sire." One as a butler would never mentioned if you thought your master was a pompous twit.
Reciting his day's 'hard work', the butler nodded and agreed without really listening to the romantic ramblings of her master speaking of women in their prime and such.
After her master had calmed down, the butler found it appropriate to mention just as her master had sat down that he had a parcel waiting by the door. Of course, her master was mildly annoyed that he'd just sat down after such a hard day. However, her master was one for morbid curiosity and watched as he ran like a child to the Christmas tree. A female child, but a butler such as she would never mention to her master that she thought something like that.
Following discreetly, she saw her master pause in horror at the site before him. Roy Mustang turned to Riza with tears in his eyes. "Why is this parcel so ugly? I want it burnt!" He said petulantly, pursing his lips in a sulk. The butler thought for a moment about the squealing earlier, but shrugged the thought off and went to pick the parcel up, when the mansion's top maid came running through the corridor in tears.
"STOOOOOOPPPP!" Armstrong cried out, his French skirt billowing in the wind dramatically. "That parcel shouldn't be buurrrrnnnneeeeddd!"
The butler stared at the top maid of the mansion then glanced at her master. The master shook his head and she placed the parcel down. With heaving sobs when Armstrong reached them, he recited to the master what the package was. "I'm s-sorry master, but I just wanted to get you a gift for your birthday." The maid sniffed unhappily, "I can't afford expensive wrapping, but I thought you'd at least look inside it!!" The maid sulked with tears in his eyes. The master grimaced apologetically, and nodded to Hawkeye to open the parcel.
With a happy face in the background of the maid, Hawkeye and Mustang looked into the dark of the box with curious eyes. They saw a blonde head bobbing up and down and out popped the cutest maid on the world. From the look on her master face, he'd never seen a pretty maid than the girl in the box who smile sweetly.
However the illusion was not kept for long. "I give you the Fullmetal Maid! He's the newest in the series!" Armstrong sparkled proudly with his arm outstretched to the boy in the box.
Roy Mustang however had already fainted by the time Armstrong had proudly presented his present. The butler sighed, she was in for a lot of cleaning in the future.