Edward Elric Gets a Job.
Oooh, an FMA fanfic. Do not worry, I have not forgotten about Harry Platter, I have just decided to do something different.
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It was supposed to be an ordinary day in the Elric brother's lives. They were currently staying at Izumi's house for a while, when a letter came in the mail.
'Big brother!' Al called out, 'there's mail here for you!'
'Better not be from Hughes again,' muttered Edward. 'probably celebrating his daughter's two-weeks-after-her-birthday-day.'
But it wasn't. It was from the military.
To all State Alchemists,
Due to setbacks in the financial sector of the military, funding for all state alchemists will be severely reduced until further notice.
Signed,
Führer President King Bradley
'Severely reduced...? What the—'
Edward could not believe his eyes. 'I'm gonna talk to Roy about this.'
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'Roy, what's this?' cried Edward, bursting into Colonel Roy Mustangs office, shaking the letter in his fist.
'It's obvious, isn't it? Your big fat paycheque isn't so big and fat anymore.' replied Roy coolly.
'B-B-But, how am I supposed to—'
'Afford all of your extravagant expenses? It's obvious, isn't it? You must get a job.'
'A job?'
'Yes. I already have one.'
'What is it?'
'It's a... umm...'
'What?'
'A...a...hot dog vendor.' Roy admitted sheepishly.
'Pfft,' Edward scoffed, 'I bet I could find a better job than you.'
'I'd like to see you try.' grinned Roy.
To be continued...