A/N: Okay, this is...a drabble or something. I have no idea how I came up with this. It just popped up in my head and I had to write it. Ignore logic, it doesn't excist, okay? lol.
Creamy
Edward stared at the thick wall surrounding him. It was white. Very white. So white, in fact, that he wished he had enough material to transmute a pair of shades. His golden eyes were beginning to water, so he blinked the offending liquid away before it could be mistaken for tears of despair. It wasn't that bad, he had to admit. The enemy seemed to have troubles getting through the whiteness, whatever it was. Edward casually looked over to his brother, who was still on his knees with his hands pressed against the floor. It was Al who had jumped down and transmuted this…wall…in order to save them some possibly lethal shots aimed towards their…eh...lower regions.
"Well done Al!" Edward finally said, walking over to his little brother. Al looked up, an expression of horror crossing his face. Ed frowned.
"What is it?"
"I'm sorry nii-san…"
o-oOo-o
"Dammit! How do we get through?"
"It's a piece of cake, sir."
"What? If it's that easy then---"
"No, sir, that's not what I meant. It is a piece of cake, sir."
"Ah. A cake. A giant piece of cake."
"How did he manage to do that sir?"
"Well, we're in a bakery. It was probably the only thing they could think of."
Riza looked at the Colonel, blinking.
"Oh…"
"C'mon then, let's get Havoc and Breda and some spoons and—what?"
"…..never mind, sir."
A/N: Well...that wasn't funny, I suppose, but what the hell. There's bound to be someone out there high on sugar who at least giggled. Anyway, review, if you want to.