A|N: I am merely making the characters overdramatic. This is just an apology for not getting anything done :| I am sorry! This is an VERY early xmas gift?
Edward smirked as he reread his letter over and over. Letter to whom, you might ask? Well the one and only time you could wish for something and actually get it without transmutation. He remembered usually getting presents that he wished for as a kid. He laughed evilly, as he read his letter out loud. Alphonse happened to come down stairs when it happened. He only stared at his older brother, wondering if he finally lost it.
Al scratched his head. "What are you doing?"
"Writing a letter," Ed replied.
"To?"
"No one." Edward put his arms on the letter so he couldn't see.
"Winry?" Alphonse teased, nudging him in the elbow.
Ed rubbed his elbow in the spot where it was nudged. "Ow! And no, it is not to Winry."
Al sighed. "Then who is it FOR?"
"Think about it, Al. What month is it?"
"...December?"
Edward nodded. Indeed that was the right answer. "What happens in December time?"
"It snows?"
He ended up face palming and let out a huge sigh of annoyance. "You may know it as a Holiday!"
"Oh! You mean Christmas!" Al exclaimed.
"There you go," Ed said.
"I still do not get how it explains who you are writing to..."
Edward rolled his eyes. "You know the guy who is very cheerful and says HO HO HO?"
"Hughes?" his younger brother blurted out. "Why Hughes?"
"NO! THE JOLLY FAT DUDE IN THE RED SUIT WITH A WHITE BEARD!"
"Santa!" Alphonse finally got it.
"Kind of only this time, it's a secret Santa. Me, you, Roy, Hughes, Riza, Winry, and Armstrong! The rest are lame-os and don't wanna join in on the fun."
"Oh really? But... who did you get?"
"We haven't picked yet. I wrote my letter AHEAD of time. We are all supposed to write letters to the Secret Santa, then they are put inside a hat!"
"REALLY? This is exciting! But what are you asking for?"
"Bingo!" Edward replied. He rubbed his hands together and laughed maliciously. "WITH THIS LETTER I CAN BECOME TALL! MWAHAHAHA!"
"You have definitely and finally lost it, brother."
"So finally the secret Santa's have been picked out!" Hughes announced.
"Hughes," Edward said.
"Yes?"
He glared at the sincerely part and then his eyes moved below it. Roy Mustang. "My letter is ORDERING ME TO BURN IT!"
"Now, now. Tis the season to be jolly FALALALALALALALA!" Hughes sang.
Edward covered his ears. "My ears are bleeding!"
Edward scanned the letter, to see what he wanted. 'I want a nice young lady to spend the evening with me.' He glared at Riza. "Done."
-Christmas eve-
The letters:
Dear Secret Santa,
For x-mas, can you make me taller?
-Edward.
Dear Edward,
Here is a nice present I thought would be useful. Although I cannot make you physically taller, I decided, there is something you have been lacking to have. Enjoy.
From
Your secret santa.
Edward opened the 'small box' immediately. What could it be? A tall potion? He was nervous and anxious but when he finally looked at the bottom, all he saw was a piece of paper.
It was hand written and it said 'Milk for only one DOLLERRRRR at your local store!"
A stupid fake advertisement. Edward crumpled the paper up in sheer anger. "MUSTANG YOU SPELT DOLLAR WRONG!"
