Disclaimer: Uh, random idea while watching Whose Line. I own nothing in this story. I used to own a wagon, though!

Slam! Ed sighed as the door quickly re-appeared in front of his face. At least his braid or bangs hadn't gotten caught in the door like the last couple of houses. Slowly, he trudged down the steps of the terra cotta house to his younger brother.

His younger, taller brother. In a big suit of armor where his body was supposed to be.

"Didja get the door slammed in your face again, Brother?" Alphonse Elric asked his older brother, who seemed to be stuck in a slump more and more these days.

"Yeah, Al." Edward scratched the back of his head. "I can't believe the Colonel asked us to do this for him." He picked up the shining handle of the small red wagon and sighed for what seemed to be the thousandth time that day. "Ready for the next house, Al?"

"As usual, Brother." Unfortunately for them, they were in farmland. Every house was separated by a mile or two, and the shining sun didn't help either. Ed was warm underneath his shirt and jacket, but he didn't feel like causing more attention by taking them off. His metal arm always felt cool, anyways.

"Hey, Brother?" Al broke the silence, his metal body clanging at the hinges.

"Yeah, Al? What is it?"

"Why did we agree to take this job from Mustang? It doesn't seem to me that the military would have us to do this. I mean, traveling salesmen?" Al's voice sounded weary. Ed knew that he wasn't enjoying himself, either, and wished he didn't have to be here. But, then, where else would he go? Al had an unwavering loyalty that would drive Ed mad at times but still had full respect.

"I'm a dog of the military, Al." Ed sighed. Again. "I have to listen to him. Besides, he was waving around some official-looking papers and crap. But if you don't want to be here-"

"No. I'll stay," Al cut him off quickly. See? Unwavering. Al was like a dog, almost. The title fit him more that it did crazy, stubborn Ed. But why does he like cats?..

"Hey, Brother. Did you ever get to looking at what we're actually selling?"

Ed blinked. His younger brother had a point. They had been told by Roy to strictly keep their eyes off of the bland pamphlets, tan and incribed only with the military logo. They were supposed to sell it as "an announcement from the military." But no one who managed to listen for it long enough would buy it. Shouldn't military announcements be important enough to where they're free?

Ed stopped, his younger brother right on his heels. Both of them looked around to make sure they weren't being watched, then slowly grabbed a pamphlet and looked inside. What was there gave them a shock. The top of the page had big, bold letters that said "Support the Miniskirt Army!" There were paragraphs of how miniskirts would benefit women in the armed forces-and there was a picture of a very, very agitated-looking Riza Hawkeye.

Ed dropped his pamphlet on the ground and began walking. "Ed? Where are you going?" Al called out after him.

"Going to kick Mustang's ass. Wanna come?"

"Okay!"

Miniskirt . Risembool Rangers FTW. Nuff said ;D