Oy! I'm back! It has been so loooooong! Unfortunately, I only return long enough to post this, and then Off I spur, back into the crazy that is NaNoWriMo.
Okay, enough of that! I have returned only to bring you, what else? Fanfiction! And, since it is me, what else could it be other then a plotless and fluffy oneshot? Which it is.
Al has gotten his body back, so no metaltallic Al warnings. Probably a bit of OOC-ness (which I apologize for, and hope you let me know if it is) warnings. Shortness warnings (No Ed, that's not what I meant! Stop yelling at me!). First FMA fic warnings. Nuff said.
"Oh come on. Please?" Ed stared hungrily at the piece of cake his brother Al was in the middle of eating. His own plate looked bare and empty in comparison, with only a few chocolate crumbs to decorate it.
"Nothing doing." Replied Al. "It's not my fault that you finished in three seconds."
"Then eat it fast so I'm not tempted to steal it!" He followed Al's every movement as the younger boy savored his next bite. "You take so long to eat I'm hungry again before you finish."
"Hey. After so long without being able to eat anything, I like to savor my food." Al took another bite, then grinned at his older brother.
"You only take such a long time when eating sweet things. Like cake!" Ed's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "You're only taking this long to torture me, aren't you?"
"Maybe." Al grinned
"Why you—!" Not one to waste time running around a table (even a relatively small) and give his target a chance to escape, Ed launched himself over the table, conveniently missing the cake, and tackled Al to the ground. Al, having no warning, was completely caught of guard and so had no chance to defend himself as he was "attacked."
They rolled around for a bit, with Ed all the while saying things like "Torment me with cake will you!" and "Death by chocolate!"
It was all only of play course, and they were both pretty evenly matched. Even though Ed was a little older, the fact that he was shorter (not that he would ever admit this was the reason he kept losing) gave Al the upper hand in floor fights, so the tussle ended as their floor fights usually did; Ed pinned.
Al kept Ed in the position while he talked. "It is my cake. We each got a piece, you finished yours, and this piece is mine. You are not going to have any, because I am going to eat all of it. I might share a little with you brother, if I so choose, because I love you, but it is still my cake to do with at eat how I please. Now, I'm going to let you up and I'm going to go back and eat my cake."
He did so, but he sprang up and rushed to the table so as to beat Ed from getting there first and gulping the cake down. Then he continued from where he left off.
Ed watched his brother take another bite and eat it just as slowly as he had before the scuffle. Frustrated, he tried to think of a tactic he had not tried yet. Silently he counted off in his head what he had done so far, and that was when he realized there was still one chance left. A chance that he knew would leave him rejoicing and happily claiming his cake.
"Brother…pleeeeaaaase? Please may I have the cake?" He tried to make his eyes as big and wattery as possible; like the stray kittens Al was so fond of taking home. His brother would be no match for it, he was sure! He was going to get his cake!
Sighing, Al slid the plate forward and slumped in defeat. Damn. He had hoped that Ed wouldn't resort to that tactic this time. Oh well. Al got up and cut himself another slice of cake. If they kept this pattern up, he thought to himself, then they would finish the cake before lunchtime.
Questions, comments, critisisms are all welcomed and appreciated, and Have A Nice Day.
