AN: Ah, what's that? Autumn has come up with a new fic? And it will be filled with fluff and RoyEd goodness?
Yes, and it's going to be fun.

Warnings: For this chapter, Language.

I own nothing.

Summary: The Elric brothers are forced to live with Roy Mustang due to Edward being thrown out of the living quarters. But Ed seems a little tense, especially around Roy...RoyEd

Thanks to Amanda for being my ever so loving beta.

Edward Elric didn't mean to cause himself to get thrown out of the living quarters of the military...
Honestly.
Alphonse was out shopping and he was bored, and hungry.
He didn't know that leaving something to simmer meant not putting the heat on high, and he didn't know stirring occasionally meant before and after taking a shower.

The damage from the fire wasn't all that bad. The stove was ruined, and there were smoke stains on some of the walls. Though, since he was at living quarters, the military didn't take too lightly to the situation, and was currently banned from living there.
While having to make up for the costs in damage, it would be hard to find a place to rent, due to limited funding.
There was the suggestion of shacking up with someone from the military. Most he knew lived in the place from which he was now banned.
There was Alex Louis Armstrong, but Ed outright refused, and Alphonse was secretly very glad for it.
…And there was the suggestion of Colonel Roy Mustang.
It wouldn't have sounded so bad if Ed didn't loathe the man. Spending his time giving reports to the man was unbearable enough. But sleeping, eating, and simply living under the same roof as Mr. Walking STD?
He wouldn't hear of it.
But, Alphonse would.
"Brother, we don't have any options."
"Sure we do! There's a nice clean dumpster around here somewhere…"
"Brother…"
"Alphonse. There's no way in HELL I'm living with him."
"Of course there is, because you don't believe in hell."
"IF THERE WAS ONE!"
Alphonse spoke to the Colonel about it, and he seemed delighted. Yes, he was delighted; Alphonse was a charming suit of armor, well mannered and respectful towards those around him. However, there was just one downfall. With Alphonse came a very small piece of baggage, composed of mainly flesh and blonde hair, and whom absolutely loved to bounce all over his nerves (He could probably literally bounce on them, considering he was so lacking in size). Roy grinned at himself, thoroughly enjoying teasing the younger in his thoughts.
"If you can keep your brother under control, then I suppose that it would be alright…for the time being," Roy said, almost uncertainly.

"And he can't use my stove or anything in the kitchen for that matter. Make that very clear to him," he quickly added as an afterthought.

"I will, sir."
"I suppose you both can gather your things and meet me at the end of the day. I should get out of here promptly at 8 o'clock."
"Thank you, sir."
Roy nodded, and immediately regretted the allowance of the small blonde teenager and his brother into his home. He shook his head, and could only hope that at home the usually spastic alchemist was calmer, less destructive. Though, he did get to observe his former place in the living quarters, and could only shake his head at the aftermath of his attempt to cook.

Perhaps the boy was good company. Perhaps they would be able to indulge in games of chess and discussion of politics and fine arts. Perhaps Roy Mustang was out of his mind and knew that the little geek would rather sit and play with calculators and read books, along with causing an uproar whenever he discovered something. He also could imagine that Ed was the type to inform everyone when his body did something strange. Yes, perhaps Roy Mustang would have a very interesting month or so ahead of him.

Edward was beginning to annoy Alphonse with his reluctance to pack. His maturity seemed to dwindle as they (or Alphonse rather) was folding clothes and putting them neatly into a suitcase. Al would have completed one suitcase, and by the time he turned around, said suitcase and its contents had been knocked into the floor, Ed would be standing there with his arms crossed.
"It jumped, I swear."
"Edward Francis Elric."
"Who's that?"
If Alphonse had a head, it would be repeatedly hitting the nearest wall.

Roy was approaching Alphonse, who was standing near the gate to the exit of the military grounds, suitcases neatly stacked beside him. Al was promptly observing a queer little insect hopping from leaf, to grass blade, to leaf…
"Where's Ed?"
Roy swore, he saw an evil, menacing grin somehow form on that suit of armor as he was motioning to the inside of it. From the inside he heard a prompt, muffled thud.
"Al, I'm going to kick your fucking ass."
A few more bangs and moving around came from inside the armor, along with something muttered that was along the lines of "bastards." Alphonse seemed unaffected by the random banging and simply uttered a small laugh at the actions of his brother who was now trapped.
Roy smirked; Alphonse Elric was officially his hero.

They arrived at the Mustang residence in about 20 minutes; it was located towards the center of the city. He lived in a very charming townhouse in a lovely neighborhood. There was a quaint lawn that was well groomed and stretched from the front to the side.
Once inside, Alphonse muttered something to Ed about behaving, and then he opened the armor, unleashing the beast from within.
He scrambled out, wildly looking around, before finally turning to glare at Al.
Al waved his hands, and then laughed softly,
"Brother…be polite."
"Al, I'll tell you where you can shove your, 'polite'. You can take it and forcibly insert…"
"Boys, boys. Let's be civil. I'd like to show you where you'll be stay—"
"Can it, Shit Colonel."
"I'm hurt, Ed."
Alphonse promptly hit Ed on the shoulder, to which Ed only grunted.
The house was nice, to say the least. It was well-maintained and decorated; art adorned the walls and it was rich in warm colors. The living room, which was in front of them was tidy, except for a few newspapers scattered on the coffee table. To the right, they could see into a room that was most definitely a study, filled with bookcases and a very antique-looking desk. Between the two rooms was a staircase, and to the back of the first floor were the kitchen and dining room. Roy took the pair upstairs and showed them the bathroom and the bedrooms. Roy's was on the right and two smaller ones were opposite of each other. All in all, it was cozy; even Edward could admit that he would get used to staying there.

Upon picking his room, Edward locked himself inside and pulled out a few of his books to study. He wanted to avoid Alphonse and Roy at all costs. They could leave him out of their little love fest they had going on.

Meanwhile, Alphonse joined Roy downstairs and promptly apologized for Edward being rude.
"He's not used to being taken care of, he's so independent…"
"Al, you don't have to explain it to me," Roy laughed, sipping a cup of tea.
"I worry about him though. He's been acting odd lately anyways."
"What do you mean by…odd?"
"I don't know. He's not that open. He's very quiet. Except for when he's complaining about something..."
"He's a hormonal, bitchy, teenage boy."
Alphonse laughed.
"Yeah, that's it. Ah well, he'll come around in good time Colonel—"
"Roy, please. We're not at headquarters."
"Ah, yeah. I'll have to get used to that. Thank you, really though."
"I'm fine with it. I like having company. I try to keep my guest rooms kept up because I often have family and others stopping by. A Colonel has to entertain."
Alphonse nodded, "I suppose so."
"And Al, you and your brother are free to stay in my study as much as you want. Just put everything back where it came from."
"Oh! Thank you, I'm sure brother will be excited." Alphonse promptly got up and excused himself for the night.
Roy finished off his tea, and stepped into the kitchen, washing the small cup in the sink. Twilight was enchanting tonight, and he was secretly quite happy to have company the more he pondered on the subject. Even if the pair may cause a ruckus, it would make things seem more interesting.

"Brother, we get to use the Colonel's study!"
For a second, he could have sworn he saw Ed's eyes light up, but they were quickly downcast.
"I'm sure there's nothing interesting there," Edward said flatly, turning the page in his book.
"Francis, you're being rude."
"Would you quit calling me that?!"
"No. Not until you remember the manners that Mom taught us!"
"I have no reason to be courteous to that man."
"We owe a lot to him."
"We owe nothing to him."
"He's letting us live with him until things get sorted out. Can't you be a bit more understanding?"
"We were fine on our own."
"Brother, tomorrow I want you to thank the Roy and start being polite…just for now, at least."
"Ew, you're on a first name basis with him."
If Alphonse had eyes, he would be rolling them at his brother. He had to keep reminding himself that he loved this defiant brat. Trying to get him to be thankful was like pulling teeth. Perhaps a night's rest would make things better.

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