Warnings: I wrote this... so it may hold some mentally unstable content (quick drabble... all the more dangerous.) Not so great writing skills.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
-Hyul-
Normally Edward would have been wide eyed and wondering just when the world had decided to collapse and leave Roy Mustang clutching his stomach in hysterics, but now he just glared. Of course the normally stoic man found this funny (Sadistic bastard!). The now-Fuhrer kept laughing, and didn't seem like he was going to stop anytime soon. So Ed reached over to strangle him, only to trip over his own feet, causing another round of laughter.
"Why, Fullmetal, I couldn't have thought of a better present myself!" the Fuhrer said, wiping tears from his eyes. "Now if you'll excuse me I must get my camera."
"You get back here! This is all your fault!!!!!!!" Edward declared, trying to untangle himself from the carpet.
"Oh?" Roy raised a single eyebrow as he continued his trek toward his camera.
Today had been a day of great significance to Roy, today was the day he had officially become Fuhrer. everyone associated with the military had come in full uniform—including state alchemists—and Edward being the only state alchemist who had yet to be fitted into a uniform, had to get one. So he had sent his height (which Al had to secretly change to match his actual size.) to the tailor. The Fullmetal alchemist's height had not improved at all, in fact he had not physically aged at all.
The woman assigned to make Ed's uniform (and all the other tailors that had) had yet to make such a small fit. So she had stared at the numbers in her hand blankly, wondering just who was to wear the thing.
And now, on the evening of the big day, stood Ed, blushing in Roy's office, after a long and exhausting day full of unwanted attention, He being the first to try the new military attire, had come to Roy's new office to rest. A HUGE mistake.
Finally after the shutter of Roy's camera clicked, the Elric exploded.
"WOULD IT BE SO HARD TO WRITE A SINGLE 'M' NEXT TO MY SIZES BEFORE SENDING IT TO THE TAILOR'S?!!!!!!!!!!! AND THIS RESULT CAME COMPLETELY FROM YOUR PERVERTEDNESS!!!!!!!" He screamed, glaring daggers in turns toward Roy, and then toward his own, newly acquired mini-skirt.
AN: Got this idea after getting my uniform .... I got the male's uniform... (hysterical sobbing) Imagine how surprised my friends were when I walked in... when they were dressing... good thing it was temporary... they immediately assumed I was a guy after seeing my height... Geez doesn't my name say something? It's cuz they only ask for your height.... SOB!