DDR...FMA STYLE!
By: DoUbLe ShOrT sTaCk iCe CrEaM pArTy
A/N: Hey! Hiya! This is a mix between crazydbzfan87 and Kaioshinslover613 (SHE'S MY SISTER!) if it's slanted like this it's ME! Crazydbzfan87 talking and if it's normal (boring print) like 'this' then it's Kaioshinslover613. Kay, this is our first fic together (not really) so, enjoy! ...--; (Slanted print is called italic, stupid) (Shut up jerk! You just HAVE to make me look stupid! Even on the internet!) Marches out of room angrily!...Ok...enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: WE OWN NOTHING! (If I owned Alex...) (You're weird.) (SHUT UP!)
Chapter 1 An unusual assignment
Our story begins...(That's dumb! Everybody uses that!) (SHUT UP! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT THEN YOU WRITE SOMETHING!) ( :P)
Sorry about that folks.
As I was saying, our story begins in Colonel Mustang's office.
He is reading a letter he just got from Fuhrer President King Bradley.
His eyebrow twitches as he reads the mission out loud to himself, "Play Dance Dance Revolution at Colonel Mustang's home."
He hoped to God that nobody else got the letter.
He went home and went to sleep, completely forgetting about the ridiculous mission that was to take place the next day.
But his peaceful sleep was cut short by the doorbell ringing. (Hey there! Listen real quick, for me, since everything's already italic, underlined will be thinking!)
He grumbled as he put on slippers and went to anser the door.
To his shock Ed and Al were at his door.
Al waved "Good morning Colonel."
Ed looked annoyed "The stupid letter didn't tell us what time we had to show up for this 'mission'. Al didn't want to be late so, here we are."
Al turned "Aw, come on brother, it should be fun!"
For a moment, Roy was completely confused.
He stared at the two as if they were insane.
Al chuckled "I know, I'm not part of the military, but Ed refused to come alone."
Ed rolled his eyes "If I have to embarrass myself, I'd rather you did to."
Roy was still in the dark.
"So, do you need any help putting up the mats or do you have it all set?" Al asked.
Suddenly he remembered, "Oh no...Edward, who else got the letter?"
Ed scoffed "How the hell should I know? Can we just get this over with so we can get to the REAL mission?"
Roy sighed and rather reluctantly let them in.
Al helped set up the mats and hooked it to the Playstation2 (Say what you will but PLAYSTAION2 KICKS ASS!) (Thank you KL613)
Ed sighed "Ok, so who goes first?"
Roy shrugged "How'd ya expect me to know ya little twerp?" he thought.
Al put a finger under his chin.
"Hm...well, it's hard to say, maybe we should wait until everyone who's gonna come is here!" he said.
Ed shrugged "Whatever."
It was quiet for a long time.
"...Hey Colonel, got any food or somethin'?" Ed asked.
Roy silently walked to the kitchen and came back with a bowl of chips.
He passed them roughly to Ed, but before he could say anything about it, the doorbell rang again.
Roy groaned inwardly as he walked over to answer the door.
There stood Riza Hawkeye.
"Lieutenant Hawkeye, I assume you got the same letter...either that or you're finally giving in to my charms. Can't say I blame you though."
He walked back into the den with Hawkeye behind him and a handprint on his face.
Ed stood up and solutied "Lieutenant Hawkeye..."
She nodded "Edward...Alphonse..."
There was an uncomfortable silents for a while.
Roy was all to glad to get up and answer the door.
At the door were Breda, Furey, Falman and Havoc.
Furey bowed slightly "Colonel Mustang. Sorry sir, hope we're not to early."
Roy sighed "Nope, come on in."
They all sat down.
Again, it returned to silence.
Havoc cleared his throat "So...anyone else coming?"
Roy shurgged "Dunno, you know who else got the letters?"
Falman shook his head "No sir."
Again, quiet.
"...So...Lieutenant Hawkeye, how's the puppy?" Furey asked.
Hawkeye smiled "Black Hayate, is fine. He's really learning fast."
They both talked about the dog and that was the only sorrce of noise until the doorbell rang once more.
Roy got up and got the door.
Hughes smiled "Hey Roy. Long time no see."
Roy nodded "Yes, how have you been?"
(A/N: Uh-oh...)
"Oh fine...BUT! You've gotta see these pictures! See, Elisia's gotten sooo big! I swear, it won't be long till she's able to ride a two wheel bike! Why actually just last week-blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah-"
Roy was trapped!
He couldn't just walk away from his guest!...or could he?
Nah, to rude for even him.
He was trapped for about 30 minutes before someone else came up the drive.
Roy gasped "Oh, thank you God! Er...ahem I mean, Hughes why don't you go inside, you're kind of blocking the door."
"Hmph! If you wanted me to stop talking you should've just said so!" he pouted, but went inside all the same.
Roy sighed and shook his head "I've been trying for the past half hour!"
Roy knew who it was so he closed the door and told Ed to answer it when the doorbell rang.
Ed raised an eyebrow and got up.
"Lazy bastard colonel..."Ed thought.
He opened the door and..."AAAAAHHH!"
Al stood up "Brother?"
He rushed to the door "Brother are you-"
He didn't need to finish his sentence.
Ed was being squeezed to death by Armstrong.
Once Ed was free from his grasp, they all walked inside.
Ed marched up to Mustang, hair messed up and all "You bastard..."
Mustang shrugged "So, is everyone here? I don't know who else got the letter."
"Yes, everyone is here." Armstrong said.
"Well...how should we do this?" Al asked.
End chapter!
A/N: Well! That's chapter 1. Let us know what you think or I'll be sad. Me to! But you must know, flamers will be put in our fireplace to keep the house warm!
Stupid! We're in Arizona! It's hot enough! They'll be used to cook s'mores. Besides, we don't have a fireplace. Whatever, you guys review and we'll update kay? Cool, ta-ta! Buh-Bye!
