Hey guys who are reading this:wave: I've lately been reading lots of drabbles, and they have inspired me to try my hand at them. If you like drabbles, I highly recommend fireun's fics.
So, bear with me. I'm sure that my drabbles will improve…I hope.
I don't own FullMetal Alchemist, this disclaimer is intended to last throughout the whole fic.
DRABBLE THE FIRST
Pairings: Ed/Winry.
Word Count: 216
Rated: T for language.
"Grr…" Colonel Mustang growled as he punched in a telephone number for the twelfth time. In the corner of the room Hawkeye looked on, amused. "Why isn't he answering…!"
"Sir, he's on leave. He may not see fit to—"
"Can it Hawkeye, he should always be ready for the command to leave, and that means PICKING UP THE DAMN PHONE!"
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"Ed, can't I please answer the phone!" Winry asked, wincing as it rang for the twelfth time. Ed smiled.
"Eh, go ahead. But I can't talk." Winry sighed and picked up the receiver.
"Hello?"
"FINALLY YOU PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE! WE NEED YOU IN CENTRAL FULLMETAL, SO GET YOUR SCRAWNY ASS OVER HERE NOW!"
Winry gently put the phone back on the cradle and turned to a laughing Ed. "Who…Who was that?" She asked.
"That, my friend," He replied. "Was Colonel Roy Mustang. One helluva temper, I must say, I told him…" The phone rang, and Ed strolled over and grabbed it. "I'M SICK MUSTANG! COFF COFF!" Pretending to cough aroused a real coughing fit and the sick alchemist lay back down. Winry caught the phone by the dangling cord.
"Hello?"
"Winry…What's gotten into Ed!"
"Oh…Hello Al…How goes the shopping?" Ed moaned on the couch as Winry choked back a smile and laugh.