Don't own FMA, never will.

In central, another famous flame vs. full metal argument was taking place.

"Drink it." a stern voice scolded.

"No!" the small blond practically yelled at his superior's face and faced away from that thing.

"Drink it!" the voice got equally as loud.

That's right the flame alchemist, Roy mustang was blackmailing him. The bastard wouldn't give him the next lead to the philosopher's stone until he drinks that disgusting vile substance.

"Fine have it your way shrimp."

"Who are you calling so small that even an ant would need a super telescope to find him, bastard!" the full metal alchemist yelled, again.

"Just drink the milk Edward." The flame alchemist had to sigh, ever since he found out what ticked the brat off other than being called a shrimp, he wanted to do something with it thus the argument over the bottle of milk in front of them it was simple. Ed drinks the milk, Ed gets a lead, and Ed doesn't drink milk, less paper work to fill out for him.

"Brother, just drink it we have to book a hotel remember." The suit of armour was still in shock at what the colonel was trying to do, the only people that have succeed ever were their mother and on occasion granny pinako. Although they argued over five hours already, couldn't his brother just drink the milk?

"You're against me to, Al!" the golden eyed alchemist glared at the empty metal suit.

"Brother, we've been here five hours, you need to eat and sleep."

"The bastard's blackmailing me Al!"

"Alright then full metal, I guess I'll just slip this lead to someone else."

"NO, NO FINE BASTARD I DRINK IT!" the blonde boy swallowed the bottle of milk in one gulp. "HAPPY NOW!"

"Let's go Al, and here's the report." The blond boy threw a scrunched up paper ball at the flame alchemist.

And Al was memorized by the first time his brother drank milk willingly, well not so willingly but still.