Edward Elric Drabble

Drunk. Was all he could come up for you unusual behavior today. How did you get drunk again? Oh yeah, damn colonel. He'll definitely pay for this but right now he had to focus on you. You were currently in his room singing a random song, bottle in hand, and annoying the hell out of the young alchemist. What was exactly the difference between normal you and drunk you? He could never tell.

You suddenly switched your tune to 'Happy Birthday' and again spouting words that should never be uttered by a 15 year old. Wait, Roy let you drink? Ohhh, he is sooo getting arrested.

"I love you Edo~" You raise your bottle and gulped down the last amount of alcohol.

He cringes at his name being twisted like that.

"You put a smile on my face too." You pause and refocus your eyes around the room. Hey look at that, his vase finally knows how to fly.

He smirks. Maybe drunk you isn't so bad.

"Now, take me to your bedroom~"

He blushes. Oh god, what the hell was going to come out of your mouth next?

"And let's do it till' noon!"

His tries to surpass the blood that was trying to seep out of his nose. Did you just say what he thought you just said?

"Whatever that means,"

He gives you a questioning stare as he wipes the blood off with a tissue.

"Because Roy didn't ex~plain,"

Damn him. He should have known. He could already practically hear Roy laughing in his seat and falling to the ground, continuing to laugh at his misfortune.

"Happy Birthday, Edo!" you pause and the smile on your face disappears. He notices this and looks at you. "Oh, damn it's not your birthday today is it?" he mutters a small no and watches you as you walks towards the door, waving, and saying, "Now I remember, its Al's birthday today. See you later Edo."

Ed's face drops to the floor. You weren't seriously going to sing that to his brother were you, his innocent little brother? Apparently you were. He runs towards you and you dodge him expertly. You give him a wink and expertly dodge all obstacles as you continue to sing the song at the top of your lungs.

Damn, he hated drunk you.