Roy X Ed DRABBLES! Er… drabble..

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN FULL METAL ALCHEMIST! And that makes me feel very sad inside….. –cries-

Rated: T for language later on

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DRABBLE NUMBER ONE

"God dammit!" Roy cried as he once again burned his hand on the spaghetti pot. "Fullmetal will be here any moment and I still haven't finished the pasta!" He scathingly cursed his retarded cooking abilities.

Tonight was supposed to be a special night, Edward was coming over, and Roy was determined to wow him. How the hell am I supposed to 'wow' him if I can't even finish the god dam-, the doorbell rang, jerking Roy out of his musings "Coming!" he called, pouring out the pasta into the strainer, then pouring the pasta into the sauce, with a snap of his fingers, the candles were lit and he quickly threw off the cooking apron and ran to the door. He paused before opening it to calm his nerves and smooth his hair. "Good evening, Edward." He grinned as he opened the door, expecting to see his beautiful golden-haired alchemist, but was rudely brought back down out of his reverie to find a very pissed off looking Alphonse Elric instead.

"Hello colonel…" he ground out, looking very menacing.

"H-hello Alphonse, what brings you here this evening?" Roy tried to keep his cool.

"What do you think?" Al stepped aside, revealing his brother, who scuffed a foot on the ground, looking very sheepish indeed.

"Sorry Mustang-sama, he figured it out." Ed was a deep red color, then he looked at Roy's hands, "Did you burn yourself?"

"No!" Roy said defensively, "I just…um… I just…."

"Can I have a word with you, colonel?" Al interrupted him.

"What, sure." Roy looked at Ed for some explanation, but Ed just sighed and looked away. Then Al chose that moment to grab the colonel by the back of his shirt and whisk him off to the darker side of the house where he would proceed to tell him exactly what he would do to him if he ever broke his brother's heart.

Meanwhile, Edward slowly made his way into Mustang's house, wishing he had a less protective younger brother. Moments later Roy stumbled into the house, his hair looking like he had just experienced a very violent wind storm, and sat down in an overstuffed looking chair.

"So, what did he say?" Edward tried not to laugh at the shocked expression on Roy's face.

"Something about ripping out my genitals and nailing them to the flagpole in the parade ground if I ever hurt you in any way shape or form." He blinked a couple of times, and Ed laughed.

FIN!

Tadaa! My first RoyEd, so tell me what you thinks!