Disclaimer: Apparently somebody else owns Fullmetal Alchemist... Thats what my imagination is for!
A/N: Im tired of emotionally draining oneshots, time for some fluffy-cliched-crossdressing fun! hope you enjoy :)
"I have the mission prepared. It is of a high importance and I am entrusting it to you, this means the job needs your full attention, got it?" Roy Mustang addressed sternly over his large mahogany desk.
"Yes, sir." The younger answered nonchalantly from his position, sprawled out on the leather sofa..
"Im afraid you're our only option, Fullmetal." He said, his authoritarian tone slipping into jesting.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing really. The military was asked to step in with this operation and careful consideration was put in about finding a suitable candidate. You're our best bet, kiddo."
"HEY! Who are you calling-"
"Whoa, Fullmetal, Im just kidding, calm down." Mustang said, one hand covering his face in exasperation.
Edward silenced quickly before Mustang continued, "Heres the file, this is an undercover operation, so to speak, so it would be unwise to travel with your brother." He said stonily as always, reaching over to hand Ed the documents.
"What am I supposed to do, I can't just leave him. We're a team!"
"I've had arrangements made for his accommodation, I understand your complaints but it is simply unpractical to have a six-foot suit of armour tag along whilst undercover."
"Yeah, yeah. I get it. Undercover huh? I never knew the military did anything cool like that!"
The older man let out a brisk chuckle "This is a special case," he hesitated, a smirk gracing his lips "but you will read about that later." He added.
"What do you-"
"You're Dismissed."
"Huh?" Ed muttered unintelligibly, turning towards the exit with the familiar 'kicked puppy' feeling every conversation with a certain Roy Mustang seemed to bring.
"Oh and, Fullmetal?" Said man inquired.
"Yeah?" Edward asked lazily. He looked back to where Mustang now stood, stepping in front of him his gaze intense. An unfamiliar emotion stirred behind his unfathomable black of his eyes. Edwards skin prickled, his chest tightening as his heart picked up pace.
Roy's lips parted momentarily, a ghost of warm breath melting in the air seemed to die along with his words. Roy's gaze broke, the moment vanishing as quickly as it had arisen. He placed a hand firmly on the young Alchemists shoulder "Be careful." He said simply, sliding back behind his desk and dismissing Edward with a wave of his gloved hand.
Ed obeyed wordlessly, closing the door behind him and leaning back against the wall outside to read his orders. He sighed contently, relieved to be out of the presence of Colonel Sarcasm and in the company of a quiet empty corridor. What the hell was that about? He wondered briefly.
Flicking open the manila folder he began reading through its contents.
From his desk Roy Mustang sat quietly, his head resting in his hands allowing a devious smirk to grace his lips.
"Why you conniving bastard!" came the young alchemists voice from the hallway.
Roy sighed, grinning behind his interlocked fingers as the irate blonde burst into the room in a fury, waving the State Military documents with a passion as he ranted incoherently.
"-I explained to you it was a special case." Roy interrupted calmly. "Though I do admit I failed to mention some creative methods would be needed."
"…Creative methods…?" Ed repeated in a sharp hiss "You want me to freaking cross-dress!"