A/N: Yes, not only am I a Disney freak, but a Fullmetal Alchemist freak! So I thought, hmm, what if the FMA cast went to Walt Disney World?
Dedication: Elliott- thanks for getting me hooked on FMA and thanks for being there.
READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!
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Colonel Roy Mustang sat at his desk with his head indolently propped up by his fist and drummed his fingers. He knew he wasn't getting any work done, but he didn't particularly care either. He also knew that since young state alchemist Edward Elric was returning within the next hour, he could verbally abuse the fifteen-year-old for wasting his money on a pointless search for the famed Philosopher's Stone. But that was about the extent of the excitement around Eastern Command for a while.
The phone rang suddenly, startling the poor colonel. He regained composure and answered, "Unnoticed and abused future Fuhrer speaking, what do you want now."
"Colonel Mustang."
Roy's eyes widened at the voice; it was the Fuhrer.
"Uh—hello almighty Fuhrer, how may I serve you?"
Apparently not noticing or caring about Roy's ill-mannered answer, the Fuhrer continued talking happily,
"Colonel Mustang, I have decided that I have been a little harsh on Eastern Command in recent times, and you folks have worked to the bone. You all need a break."
Mustang's heart leapt at the thought of not having to work, even though he didn't do much of it already.
"So, I'm sending the commanding of Eastern Command, including the Fullmetal's automail mechanic, to Walt Disney World."
Roy's jaw dropped. There is no way he's telling the truth. He must be kidding. He must be!
"You all will be staying in two grand villas at the Old Key West Resort, and you will be there for a week."
A week. A whole week riding kiddie rides with creepy bug-eyed characters. Don't forget the overly-catchy show tunes. (A/N: I effing love WDW, I'm just saying what Roy would probably think.)
"Now you all enjoy your time!"
"Thank… you… Fuhrer…"
And that was that, the Fuhrer hung up and Roy just sat in bewildered silence.
Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye noticed his trance-like state as she was walking by.
"Everything all right, sir?" she asked her commanding officer.
"I'm goin' to Disney World, Hawkeye."
She raised an eyebrow and left. She didn't want to catch the colonel during one of his moments.
"No! Hawkeye! Come back!"
She poked her head around the corner. "Do you need something, sir?"
"Lieutenant, the Fuhrer… he's sending Eastern Command and that Rockbell girl to Disney World."
"Oh really, Colonel?" Hawkeye said, restraining a snicker.
"Yes, the Fuhrer's given us a vacation. And for some odd reason at the place where money goes down the drain faster than a fat kid to an ice cream stand."
"Can't wait to get a picture with Mickey, huh?" She couldn't hold it any longer; she burst out laughing and left.
"Disney World?" Edward Elric asked suspiciously. "Why Disney World?"
"My thoughts exactly, Fullmetal," Mustang responded tiredly. He had given up. "I guess it couldn't hurt to have a little break."
"Are you insane! The Philosopher's Stone might be being used to create giant killing statues from nothing while we are riding It's A Small World in utter terror? Mustang, we are not going to Disney World."
"As your commanding officer, I must say that yes we are, Fullmetal." Only a few people could make it; himself,Al Elric,Winry Rockbell, and Riza Hawkeye. Jean apparently had a doctor's appointment and the others had such far-fetched excuses that he didn't want to force them to go if they were going to make up those. And he was not going to go alone with two other females, even though Riza was…
"Fine, I'll go. Don't make me do anything I don't want to do, though. Agreed?"
Roy smiled evilly. "Agreed."
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A/N: Yay! Hope you liked it as much as I liked writing it!
-Yours Falsely
