I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. This is just a fanfiction.
May later be rated M.
"Fuhrer Bradley, Sir. To what do I owe such an honored surprise?" Colonel Roy Mustang asked, saluting.
Fuhrer Bradley gazed at Roy and smiled. "I came by to congratulate you on a job well done. It takes skill to track down and capture a crazed serial killer." He walked up beside Mustang and put his hand on his shoulder.
The Fuhrer never really touched anyone. Roy was surprised at his touch, feeling a slight nervousness rise in his stomach.
"Yes. You did a fine job, Mustang. Fine, indeed." His hand squeezed his shoulder questionably, Roy's pulse quickening. The Fuhrer's hand moved to Mustang's back, caressing it, moving his hand in smooth circles. At this point, Roy's pulse was about ready to cause him to have a heart attack and sweat was forming on his forehead. "My, my. You sure have grown."
What is he talking about? I just recently met him!
There was a knock at the door, and just before it opened, Bradley removed his hand from Roy's back, sending a flood of relief through Roy. Lieutenant Hawkeye entered and saluted the Fuhrer.
"Colonel Mustang. We have a situation downstairs," Hawkeye informed him.
"I'll be right down," Roy told her. Hawkeye closed the door behind her.
Roy glanced at the Fuhrer who gazed back at him. "Go take care of the situation. I guess I'll see you tonight." Bradley left the room.
I'll see you tonight…
For some reason, those words stuck in Roy's mind.
When Roy wandered downstairs, he found Riza standing outside of the cafeteria. When he'd last seen her, Riza had been as neat as a pin. Now, however, her hair was stained a dark red. A strand of spaghetti lingered on top of her head, along with the leftovers of a meatball. Her clothes were covered in sauce.
"What the hell happened?"
"Go in and see for yourself. I tried to stop them from throwing the food, but they didn't listen to me." Riza grimaced.
As soon as Mustang opened the door, a flying meatball hit him in the face. He yelled in anger, getting everyone's attention. The room was covered in sauce, and everyone's uniforms were stained. The chandeliers had strands of pasta hanging from them.
"What the hell is going on!?"
Silence.
"Well?"
"Why don't you ask him?" a lieutenant said and pointed to a blonde boy who was hiding under a table, his hands covering his head to protect him from flying meatballs.
"Fullmetal? I should have known…Come out from under the table!" Mustang ordered.
Looking up, Edward Elric gave a crooked smile. He got out from under the table and stood up, brushing some food off of his shoulder.
"Elric started it!" someone pointed out.
"I did not!" Ed yelled back.
"So, why did this happen, then?"
"I told you. I didn't start it!"
"Yeah, well, I think I'll get other opinions on the matter. Lieutenant Havoc. Can you explain the situation here?" Mustang eyed him carefully.
"Well, Ed was talking with someone. I think he commented on his height…"
"I see. Elric! In my office, now! As for everyone else, go about your normal business. Ed, here, is going to clean everything up."
"Oh, great…" Ed muttered as he followed Mustang.
Colonel Mustang sat behind his desk. Ed was standing in front of him.
"Because you work in the military, I expect you to act like you are. We don't need you throwing food around just because someone called you a name you don't like. Now, I want you to go clean the entire cafeteria. You will also wash all of the dishes and everyone's messed up clothes."
"Piece of cake," Ed replied with a smirk. Ed was about to walk out of Mustang's office, when Roy added, "And you will not be allowed to use alchemy."
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