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Ashley: Hello people, told you there was another story I was working on so HA!!!!

Just so you know I'm the non italic writing…so well ya you must read the story and not kill me!

Mikki: I'm new to Fan Fiction, so this is my first story…By the way, I'm the italic

NOTE: This may contain many spoilers if you have not read or seen almost the whole series for Fullmetal Alchemist, manga and/or anime.

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Edward stood in front of the beautiful Christmas tree, almost three times as tall as himself. This has been the first warm Christmas since, well, we won't mention that.

Glancing to his left and right, he was able to pick out a few familiar faces; Coronal Mustang, Lieutenant Hawkeye, his brother Alphonse; yes, this will be a great Christmas.

Just then, Winry walked in the room, caring a gigantic turkey (quite large compared to Edward). She placed it down on the dinner table, while thanking Mrs. Hughes for inviting her, with the usual response of 'No problem, our pleasure'. Winry turned to face Edward, quickly and slyly brought out her wrench, and thrust it forward, whamming Ed right dead center of his forehead, knocking him to the ground, and bounced to Alphose and repeated.

"What the heck was that for?" Ed already knew the answer.

"Early Christmas gift," smiling a mischievous smile, she pocketed the wrench. By this time Riza and Roy had walked up to the table. Glancing from the giant turkey to the tree, he simply said, "So we are all ganging up on Ed to make him feel small?" Luckily, no one heard, unlikely it began to rain.

Lieutenant Hawkeye looked at Roy, with a most devilish smirk. "USELESS!" she announced to the Flame Alchemist, now unable to work his 'magic'. Ed walked by, looked at the turkey, then the tree. He rubbed his forehead, trying to shake off the sting from Winrys wrench. It was more then a early gift, it was for getting another wound from Envy. (This was 2 month ago) This time it was for calling him a palm tree. He can take being called a monster, but not simply palm tree. He glanced once more at the absurdly large tree and turkey, feeling small. He headed for the dining hall for supper, he couldn't wait, and he was starving!

Glancing behind him, he saw his brother following along with Coronal Mustang who was looking quiet sour as Lieutenant Hawkeye who was safely a few paces behind, had called him useless. That ticked off the Coronal almost as much as being called 'small' ticked off Ed. Suddenly, realizing that he'd called himself small, Ed begun having a panic attack right there and then.

Winry giggled as she was passing by the spazzing 'pipsqueak', leaving Edward blushing. He soonly found his assigned seat, next to Winry and Alphonse. Turkey topped with gravy, steamed carrots and broccoli, and a couple more things that filled the eater's nostrils with delightment. Moving his eyes upward, he noticed the drink-a white liquid-milk!

"I am not, under any circumstances, drinking that MILK!" Ed began to sputter and make noises that not even a 4 year old would think of. Luckily for Edward (although he may see it as unluckily) Winry had her wrench. Banging him on the the head with it he was knocked unconscious. Thankfully Coronal Mustang was too locked in chatting with Lieutenant Hawkeye to really take notice of this problem; although he did notice the moving mouse tucked in the corner watching them all, especially Ed and Lieutenant Riza. What was the mouse doing?

"What the heck is our narrator talking about? This is about our Christmas, not some mouse!" Roy Mustang glared at one of the narrators, whose name shall not be spoken. Ed woke to milk being poured over his head, some catching in his mouth, making him smutter and spit over the spiller. "I'm sorry," Winry informed, practically looking apologetic and sorrow," but your gonna drink your milk!"

"No, I'm not" Ed started struggling, but that soon stopped as Al threatened to sit on Edward, that was never a good idea. Sadly, the mouse, Coronal Mustang had justticosty insulted was none other than one of the narrators, who like Panda counterpart, could probably come up with some way to kill him while he is seated at the table. Miss Mouse climbed onto the top of the table and began to furiously yell, "How dare you insult me, the great Miss Mouse! What if I was Envy! Then what would you have done?" Miss Mouse began nibbling on the bits of turkey Lieutenant Hawkeye was feeding her as she waited for an answer.

"Miss Mouse, not to intrude, but we control where this story is going. We have lots of power." A small, cute panda walked in, with a smirk, holding a pencil and notepad, jointing down every note of the scene.

"This is so wrong, animals are talking and controlling our Christmas!" cried Winry, nervously staring at the food as if it had something to do with the absurdness. By then, Edward had reached his seat and had eaten everything, and drunken a glass of eggnog.

Leaning over, Winry whispers into Eds ear, "You do know eggnog has MILK in it, don't you?" But before he could say anything, Miss Mouse, who had hopped down and was talking with Mikki, the panda, when suddenly Miss Mouse stole the panda's writing pad and pencil and furiously began writing.

Suddenly out of no where Envy appeared on the table singing the 'Jingle Bell Rock' in his boxers. To everyone's surprise, Lieutenant Hawkeye fainted at this //interesting// sight.

Mikki glared at Miss Mouse, snatched the book back and quickly erased her notes before Envy embarrassed himself anymore, and followed by a long period of writing. Envy reappeared in his usual outfit, and snatched the mouse up.

"What the hell were you thinking!?!" Envy glared, holding Miss Mouse by the collar in front of his (or her) face, clearly unpleased.

"I was being smart, wasn't I?" Miss Mouse said in a matter of fact sort of way, "Now the world knows your talent; your to strange for anyone to really care!" Miss Mouse was obviously getting annoyed. "Now you had better let me go, or I'll see to it that 'Father' has a horrible Christmas!" Turning her head just slightly to Mikki the panda she simply said "Who the hell is Father anyways?"

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Well, that's that. Our first chapter! We have no idea what to name this yet…Ashley, any ideas? (Nothing depressing, okay?)

Ashley: Yay I get to go crazy with one world titles! Um what about….. MUST THINK ME!!!!!!! Okay what about The Strangest Day of All…?

Mikki: That's depressing -.- How about….The Twisted Christmas…?

Ashley: I like it, it's both depressing and happy at the same time… I LOVE IT!

Mikki: Okay, that shall be an…err…interesting name D