A/N: In our school's anime club, one of the moderators challenged me to write a drabble a day for the days up to Christmas. I have written all of them for up to now, and I am only going to post a few because not all are allowed on this site. XD Yeah, my bad. There are a variety of different fandoms, and this one just happened to be FMA and Roy is perverted more than usual.

Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist (C) Hiromu Arakawa

Hands Up
by Mint Pizza Queen

"Come on Roy, hand me that strand of lights!"

Roy sighed as he bent over to retrieve the requested lights. Just as lethargically he bent right back up and handed them to the alchemist, who snatched them instantly.

"Got to be a bit quicker, bastard, there's a lot to decorate!"

"Edward," the man drawled as he hung sluggishly off the rungs of the ladder, "Why can't this wait until this weekend? I've got work to do."

A shoe flew down from the top of the ladder and smacked him right on the face.

"You bastard," a blonde head poked out from the ledge, "since when did you make work your top priority?"

"..."

Edward sniffed with agitation. "Well?"

Roy groaned and slumped some more, putting all his weight on the ladder.

The blonde stuck his nose in the air. "Fine then. Hand me back my boot."

"Why, so you can throw it back at me?"

"Yes."

"Then no."

The second boot flew down.

"Ed! Cut it out!"

The blonde stuck his tongue out. "Hand them back up!"

"No way!"

"Then you'll have an automail limb flying at you."

"Fine," Roy picked up the discarded boots and ascended the ladder, holding them out at arm's length for the blonde to snatch.

As Ed put on his boots again, Roy climbed down the ladder and plopped himself on a step just a few yards from the ladder base. He let out a whistful sigh and leaned back on his arms that he supported himself with and closed his eyes.

"What's with you?"

Roy opened an eye and found Ed standing before him with a cocked eyebrow.

"What, you don't like to decorate or something? You don't like Christmas?"

"No, I like Christmas and all that--" Roy pushed himself up "--it's just that I don't feel like decorating right now, that's all."

Ed rolled his eyes. "Lazy bum."

"Am not," the man stood up and walked around a little at an incredibly slow pace. "I'm just not all hyped up for Christmas as you are. Got a problem with it?"

The blonde scowled and placed his hands on his hips. "Yeah I do. There's only 22 days left till Christmas and you're all unspirited and stuff."

Roy blinked. "I am too spirited."

"Oh yeah, for what? Work?" Ed growled. "You Scrooge."

The man began to approach the blonde with a smirk. "I am spirited," He walked behind the blonde. "Just not for--" He wrapped his arms around Ed. "--the same reasons--" One of his hands began to snake down the blonde's stomach. "--as you." That hand slid into Ed's pants.

SLAP.

Roy jerked away, stunned.

Ed was glaring back with flushed cheeks. He held up a tight fist and waved it with agitation. "You're lucky I didn't smack you with my right hand!" With a huff and a whip of his braid, the blonde marched away.

Just as quickly as he was alone, Roy found himself in the company of one man with the cockiest grin on his face.

"Sooooo," Havoc blew out a lazy puff of smoke. "I take it you're sleeping on the couch tonight, eh?"

Roy glared. "You can be dealt with."

"Oh yeah, how?"

"Pay deduction."

"I think I can persuade the Chief to lighten the punishment."

"Good man."