Hello, random people of the internet! Hm, random story for no reason! (Wow, get yourself together, you have a whole lineup of stories and you make an unexpected story, whoop-dee-doo. I'll never start those stories...)Well, before we get onto the story, just know this is my FIRST fanfic. Ever. Hahaha, this will not go well, will it? Tips will be very helpful! And don't worry, I won't die...I think. "Oh my, Ed's so small that if you looked for him, you'd find Canada instead!" -Hetaila
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, in any way, so please stop reminding me by making me write this disclaimer.
Summary: Edward Elric sings? What happens when Edward shows his talent of singing after keeping it hidden so long? And why was it hidden?
Chapter 1: Any Other Day
"Brother, we're gonna be late!" a voice yells, ringing inside large metal armor, standing. A short, blonde boy walks toward him, in a I-could-care-less attitude. Alphonse and Edward Elric, in the sidewalk of the main streets of central, heading towards Central HQ.
"Yea, yea, Al, I never was there on time, why should I start now? Plus, we aren't going to be that late." Ed replied, rolling his eyes. He was very happy by the thought of not having to see a certain Colonel Bastard any sooner. I still don't get why I have to hand in reports instead of just sending them. I bet he just does that to piss me off. Bastard. Right after fighting yet another huge-ego-and-no-smarts alchemist too! Ed angrily thought, as he continues walking lazily, taking his time.
"Why can't you just be on time once? Maybe Colonel Mustang will be nicer to you if you do." sighing heavily, Al wished his brother could follow the rules sometimes. Both begin to walk together, side by side, looking as natural as ever, although getting strange looks sometimes. It was expected after all that happened anyways, a huge metal suit of armor would get some looks.
"Nah, he'd still tease me about my height! I'm not short, everyone else is just freakishly tall! And who is he anyways to talk about someone's height?! Screw that bastard! He's like a wet match in the rain! Maybe I should put him in his place and..." and Ed continued to mutter under his breath of horrible pranks to set up later that day. Which included water.
Another sigh. Looks like brother is never going to learn about being on time, or complaining about his height...Al thought while looking at his older brother beside him. As the two began talking to one another about height, (with the occasional outburst from Ed) paperwork, and many other things, they arrived at their destination faster than they would have thought. Both brothers entered the building with complete and utter grace, by storming inside with a side of pissed off mumbling, and the words of a younger brother to clam down his older sibling. Slamming the door with a powerful kick, Edward Elric stomped into Colonel Roy Mustang's office.
"Here's your goddamn report Colonel Bastard! I cant believe I had to wake up this early to just put a piece of paper on your desk!" a yell quickly was added to the slam of the door.
"Well, Fullmetal, don't worry, that piece of paper is very important! It is bigger than you after all." Roy happily smirked after saying this, knowing full well the response of the shorter alchemist.
"WHY YOU-?! WHO ARE YOU CALLING A ATOM THAT'S SO SMALL THAT WHEN ANOTHER ATOM ALMOST CRASHED INTO ME IT MISSED ME COMPLETELY?!" was the very loud reply from Ed.
"Brother, stop it! You shouldn't speak that way to Colonel Mustang!" Al said, trying and failing to calm down his older brother. Even though he was armor, you could obviously tell that he was well aware of this fact.
"You, of course." Roy's smirk continued to grow bigger. Ed went onto another rant of how small he was, while Mustang couldn't keep his amusement under control.
"Sir, I think you should get back to the point." and the sound of safety being turned off a gun was loud enough for Roy to focus.
"Ahem, anyways, we are all going to go to Karaoke later today and you're coming with us." Mustang stated, with a hint of a smile coming on. "We thought you should get a break after all the hunting for the stone for so long." Havoc snickered softly in the background, grinning at his plan to humiliate Ed (he knew it really wouldn't hurt him, he's Edward Elric after all) and all in all lighten the mood after all these rough days of no stone and failed leads. "Everyone in the office is coming, Me, Hawkeye, Fuery, Havoc, everyone."
"Huuuh?! Me and Al have to go look for the stone! We don't have time to go and sing or something! We haven't gotten any good leads and researching is top priority! Besides, why would I wanna go with you guys?! And who said I was good at singing? Or like it at all in fact?!" Ed being Ed, easily hid the fact that he's good at singing. People would often think 'He's probably horrible at singing, with fighting and all, Mr. Tough Guy would never take up a hobby! And not singing of all things!' Which was not true at all.
"Too bad. There's already 2 open spots for you both. And I didn't waste this money for nothing. So come, whether you like it or not. It's not cheap you know, and I'm commanding you to come." Smirking, Roy's statement had a no questions asked tone.
"UGH! Al, I'm going home and taking a nap!" and with that, Ed stomped out of the room, cursing and yelling to no-one but Roy Mustang's name.
"I'm sorry about brother! Thank you for the offer, I've been worried that brother is over working himself to look for my body recently. He honestly never gets to sleep anymore. We going to be there, give me the location, please." After scribbling down the address, Al ran worriedly after his brother.
How was I? Yep, I'm going to have to get back to this story, school is coming up, and it's the BEST time to start a story...yaaaay. I'd be writing more papers than this story now, but I will write! I am really addicted to this fandom, with drawing Edward, Mustang, and alchemy circles, playing piano songs from the OST, singing 'Brothers' all the time, and now, writing about it. With that, you should give me tips!
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