Hi, minnasan! Here's the next chappie! I don't have anything much to say about this chapter but please review .Sorry if I took a long time to update! Flames will be used as my charcoal in the fireplace to cook my marshmallows and chocolate s'mores. Thank you for all those reviews!
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He stared blankly at the memorial stone. He wore an elegant suit fit for a Fuhrer but then he was being torn to shreds inside….
The paperwork is done. Yet… I didn't even get to tell you… Hn, Even when we were still kids, I…
"Fuhrer," L. Hughes interrupted his thoughts. "Time to go, the car's waiting.. Besides, Edward's already, well, he's asleep," Then Hughes stopped, thinking that Roy wanted some time alone, no matter how long it will take.
"If Riza Hawkeye were here, she—"
"She's still alive. I'm grieving for my men but not for her. I know she is still alive." And with that, he clutched the white rose he had been holding for so long even harder and placed it on the stone.
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"Bah! What took you so long?" sighed the long Edward.
"Niichan, that's rude! You know that Lieutenant Hawk—"
"Fullmetal, if you really want to go and get some shut-eye, then might as well zip your yap and get in the damn car…" Roy said with a blank expression.
"Sure, sure!" Ed joked while Roy turned his back against him. Then, in a business-like tone, he started to speak.
"Let's be serious… "Ed added. "Don't live in the past, you must move forward. Don't hold any grudge just because Lieutenant Hawkeye died."
"R-Ri—" Roy shook his head. "No. Lieutenant Hawkeye is just my irreplaceable subordinate."
"Oh really?" Ed teased as he poked his right ear with his pinky. "Couldn't there be - something… more?"
"You have no right to say that, Fullmetal! Know your place in line!" Mustang exploded. "And now I—"
"Wanna see L. Hawkeye again?" he grinned. "Bet you slept with countless women already. But looks like she wasn't in that list. Oh what should he do now?" he teased some more.
"Oneechan! You really don't know when to keep quiet now, do you?" Alphonse or Al scolded him.
"Somehow, ever since I was 7, I still doubt if we really are related," Ed thought deeply, putting his hand in his chin. "But somehow, it just isn't as important as—"
Ouch! Lights out. The entire world faded to black. Ed felt himself being hoisted around like a box.(A/N: Ooooh… O.O You know, that's not so bad for a shri—ehher, I mean, a great guy! And No! I said nothing about him being short! ... Let's get back to the chase…)
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"Ah, my Babies!" the raven-haired Colonel exclaimed as he opened a cabinet filled with the best things on earth for his opinion. Brandy, wine, vodka, liquor, alcohol, and many other countless things we consider to be taboo… Anything to do with drinking ( A/N: What? I'm only 14! Drinking is against me! So don't even try to sue me…In fact we're not even allowed to drink soft drinks! XD)
He gently got out and caressed a golden bottle of a Johnny Walker whiskey.
"Especially you, little Johnny. I need you right now…" He said as he rubbed the bottle on his cheek.
"How I love the sweet warm feeling – warm?" Then he shook it. "Warm?..." he whispered.
"Elriiiiiiicc!" he shouted.
He replaced all my whiskey and vodkas with milk? Wait, it can't be—he thought as he heard the sudden sound of broken bottles. "Hughes!"
He turned to his window. He could see the bottles break right through his very eyes. Too bad, it did happen before his very eyes.
"Well, Alicia had me made loads and loads of bottles of milk and I figured… Hey! Why wouldn't I give my old pal Mustang some?" Hughes smirked innocently as a hyena would.
"Nope, this one sucks.." Ed said as he sniffed a bottle and threw it away. Al sighed hopelessly.
"Are those MY drinks?" Mustang exploded.
"Well, drinking is bad for a growing man, you know," Hughes advised him proudly, as a father would. "Soon, you'll be like my Alicia, my small, cute and chubby—
(Sound of a broken record)
"Chubby," he repeated.
"You heard him, Colonel! Chubby!" Ed gave him a toothy grin while throwing a bottle of Fundador Brandy away.
"Al, give me the Novelino!' he yelled as he turned to Al.
"Don't you dare, Alphonse! Or else you'll never see broad daylight again!"
Al stopped.
"Come on, Al! Blood is thicker than water. Besides we're doing the wors—err ,best thing ever for Mustang!"
"He's lying, Alphonse! Don't get involved with these…" and he glared daggers at Ed and Hughes "weeds."
"Hey Al, if he calls me a weed that makes you a weed too!" he stressed in front of Mustang.
Hughes snickered. "You go get him Edward," he said under his breath.
"Al! I never said you were a weed! I only said your brother and Hughes are!" Mustang shot back.
"I know you! You know me! We are one weed family….." Ed sang in the Barney song tune.
Al glanced at both of them one at a time. With a big breath he said," I'm sorry…Colonel Mustang!"
"Yes! That's my Al!" Ed shouted as Al gave him the last Novelino.
"That's it!" Roy grabbed open the knob but the door remained shut.
" What the—ELRIC OPEN THIS DOOR!" ( A/N: I wonder why he can't just burn the door down? Ed: I don't know. I guess he's afraid that his little Johnny Walker is gonna walk away from him. Roy: Elric! A/N: -Gulp-)
Ed turned to al and asked, "Did you transmute his door into a wall instead?"
He nodded," Yep just what you ordered."
"Excellent, Al!" he exclaimed, grinning devilishly. "Just excellent!"
Finally, after a while of trying to break the wall open, Roy realized the real deal why the three musketeers -err the three dungeon torturers, were doing this. And now, also fully aware that he can do nothing, he opened the window and turned to Hughes and the Elric brothers.
"Alright, mutts! What do you want?" he yelled from the window sill.
"What? We can't hear you!" Ed said sarcastically while snickering with Hughes. "With all these bottles breaking, your voice is just a tiiiny miniscule compared over here!"
"I swear, Fullmetal Shrimp! IF I GET MY HANDS ON YOU-"Roy cursed, shaking his fist from the window.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SHRIMP THAT EVEN BACTERIA CONSIDER ME AS A SMALL MINISCULE COMPARED TO THEIR HEIGHT WHICH IS JUST A SMALL DISTANCE AWAY FROM NOTHINGNESS?" the blonde exploded.
"Al, give me those bottles!" And with that the rate of the bottles' mortality had just increased. (A/N: Shame, in average rate of ten bottles per second. I wonder how Roy will look like? Ed: Better yet, if I have the chance, I could paste it on Youtube! A/N:-sweat drops-)
" Hehehehe…the last bottle, Mustang!" Ed laughed evilly.
"Fine I'll do whatever you want just say it!" Roy begged.
"Say your prayers, Mustang!" Ed retorted.
"Okay, Ed. You did a great job! He's now in the palm of our hands," Hughes said victoriously. Turning to Mustang, he said," You say you'll do anything?"
He nodded.
And Hughes told him to come down from his office. But the Fuhrer doubted if he could even get out since he was blocked by a humongous wall. But when he checked out the entrance, he saw that it became an ordinary door again. He flung the door open and literally, leaped down the stairs in lightning speed.
"Good that you're here!" Ed spoke up as they met each other outside. He was holding the last bottle… Little Johnny Walker.
"Now, now, Ed. Not yet. Not until he says yes to our deal," Hughes calmed him down. He turned to Roy. "So, it's a deal? You're gonna look for a new hobby, right? Aside from drinking, going to bars, and women, right?" he asked gently.
"Never!" he retorted.
Hughes gave him another chance but Roy was as hard as a rock. With no choice left, he gave Ed the orders to hostage Little Johnny Walker.
"Can I fry him?" Ed joked.
"I don't see why not. Make him well-done," Hughes consented.
"No!" Roy screamed, trying to get the bottle of whiskey.
"There's nothing you can do, Mustang. You have to say yes or Johnny can either be rare, medium or well-done," the black-haired man said through his glasses.
Roy hesitated.
"C'mon, Roy!" Hughes persuaded him. "I can hear the tiny voice in your head saying, 'Johnny… Johnny… Come back…"
"Take me home, Mustang…" Ed said in a squeaky voice, moving the bottle to make it look like it's speaking.
He still hesitated.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO! AAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Ed screamed as if he was the bottle. He shook it up and down, making it look like it's panicking. "WILL YOU LEAVE ME TO BE BURNED STEAK? I THOUGHT YOU LOVE ME! AAAAAAAAAGH!"
Only a few seconds later, Roy Mustang, Fuhrer, had given up to dogs of the military. He also promised to find himself a new hobby with no drinks, bars, and women. If any of these get violated, out walks Johnny Walker.
"Great!" Hughes cheered. "We'll start TOMORROW!"
"T-Tomorrow?" he asked, dumbfounded.
"Of course! Why not?" Ed told him.
And Hughes told him to give Roy the bottle. He revealed that he hid a spare bottle unless if the case goes worse.
"Here you go, Mustang!" Ed stated cheerfully as he walked to him with the consolation prize. But, unfortunately, he slipped over a piece of a broken bottle. It wasn't long before the bottle joined its playmates in Bottle Heaven.
"Elriiiiiiiiic!" Roy yelled, again.
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~Well, this is just the beginning of everything! Please review! It makes me a whole lot happier and inspired to write the next chap, anyway! See ya soon, guys!~
