I had other random stuff that I was gonna write here, but due to current events I just had to put this before I punch myself for forgetting!
I don't care what genres you like or don't like, you HAVE to read "The Unweaving" by Miskcat. Seriously.
My only complaint for the beautifully written work is that Alphonse seems slightly cray-cray in the 3rd chapter. Bad Al! That's not how you act at an event like that! *about to smack, but then falters* OOOOOOH, I can't stay mad at you! *hugs him instead*
...*sweatdrop*
On with the story!
"Sir!" A soldier stopped at the doorway of Colonel Mustang's office, saluting with nervous sweat coating his face.
"Stand down. What do you need?" Roy stood up from behind his desk to start walking over to the man.
"A very dangerous weapon has been stolen, sir." He gulped nervously.
"Which one?" By now, Mustang was just a few feet away from the soldier.
The poor nervous wreck stepped towards the Colonel a few times before leaning in to whisper in his ear. Suddenly, the superior's eyes widened in fear.
"Why are you telling me?! This is news for the General- maybe even the Fuhrer!" Roy shouted frantically.
"Because we think you might know the culprit."
"The culprit?...No. NO. DON'T TELL ME HE DID THIS?!"
"I believe I heard him say just yesterday he wished he could practice flame alchemy." Hawkeye said softly behind the Colonel, knowing exactly who he meant by "he."
"I hope you will take care of this, considering he is your responsibility." The soldier said.
"Not only will I take care of it, I will give him a good punch in the neck." Mustang growled as he slipped on one of his special gloves.
"Brother! I can't believe you just stole!" Alphonse scolded.
"Yes you can. And I am surprised how little security there was around this thing." Ed adjusted his grip of the flamethrower.
"Ah! Don't point it at me!" Al edged away from the weapon.
"You know, this hasn't even been tested yet." A smirk grew on the older brother.
"Do you really think you are qualified to test that?! You are going to kill someone!"
"Shut up, I am more careful than that!" Ed huffed as he swung it onto his shoulder.
Too bad the act pushed the 'on' button.
Colonel Mustang paced around in front of Ed, who was now looking like a puppy with its tail between its legs.
"Look, I said I was sorry already!"
The superior glared at the teenager. "That's not going to fix the damage to that house, that other house, and that woman's dress."
"Or your pants." Alphonse added with a disapproving tap of his foot.
"Is not having my underwear exposed for the whole world enough of a punishment?! You didn't have to hit me too!" Ed yelled.
"Yes I did."
Why? Because I forced him to hit Ed, that's why. That's right, it's all the mighty lilaclily00's doing! *thunder and lightning in the background* *evilly cackles*
K bai!