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Ch. 2: All Dressed Up

Edward slammed the box closed. God! A dress! Why the hell did that bastard want him to fetch a dress for? Why the hell did the man buy a dress to begin with? The image of Hawkeye in a maid's outfit fluttered into his mind, waved, and fluttered back out. Never mind. Scratch that. He didn't want to know.

He looked down at the box. What should he do with it? He didn't have much of a choice, though. He would just sit the box on that pyromaniac's desk, act like he didn't have a clue what was in it, and hurry out. Good plan. He just hoped he didn't need a plan B.

As Ed put the box on the desk, Mustang sat, smirking, in his chair. "Thank you, Fullmetal."

"No problem, sir," Ed said as he turned to leave. However, he froze when the Colonel spoke again.

"Didn't you say you wanted something in return. I believe your exact words were 'What's in it for me?'"

Ed forced a smile and turned to face Roy again. "Yes, sir?"

Roy stood and walked around the desk. "You seem tense. Are you alright?" Ed nodded. "I don't know. You look very...uncomfortable." He put a hand on the teen's shoulder.

As much as Ed tried to hide it, he couldn't. Stupid, betraying blush. He closed his eyes. Plan B! Plan B!

Just then, Riza Hawkeye walked in the door. Thankfully, she was in her usual uniform. "Colonel, I have returned from the errand you asked me to do. I believe you have that item I worked for.

Roy laughed and nodded. He picked up the box and handed it to the blonde woman. "Of course. Thank you, Hawkeye."

Ed visibly relaxed. Of course, that makes more sense. Riza left and Roy turned euphorically back to the blonde teen. "You thought I was going to make you wear that dress. That's why you were so tense."

Ed frowned at his superior. Honestly, is that man ever not smug? He decided to play dumb. "There was a dress in that box?"

Roy chuckled. "Yes, there was. I know you better than that, Fullmetal. There's no need to play ignorant. You know, with a little compensation, I could get you your own dress."

Ed blushed again and looked away. "Why the hell would I want to wear something girly like a dress?!" he asked through clenched teeth.

"I don't know. Why do you put your pretty hair in a braid like a girl? I think you would look very...enticing in a dress," Roy asked with a shrug.

Ed's jaw dropped and he glared at the taller man. "What the fuck?"

Roy held up a hand. "Now, now, Fullmetal, don't get your panties in a twist."

Like earlier, Edward became animated with anger. "Quit calling me a girl! My panties are not in a twist! Why do you keep messing with me, you bastard?!"

"You're wearing panties? Hm, what do they look like?" the Colonel inquired, curiosity evident on his face.

"Er...uh...no! Of course I'm not wearing panties! That's not the point-"

Roy stepped closer and cupped the teen's face in one hand. "No, you're absolutely right. You can show me what they look like later."

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