Great Balls of Fire

Ed blinked. Was it just him or were things decidedly pinker here than they had been yesterday? He shrugged it off as another one of Mustang's quirks, conveniently forgetting that the Colonel did not in fact control the entire building. Opening the door to the outer office, he was greeted by more of the same, and then some.

He raised an eyebrow; someone had gone a little streamer happy.

Understatement of the year, right there.

He could barely get through the doorway there were so many strands of pink, red, and white crisscrossing across the room. Briefly considering transmuting them all to make a path to Mustang's office, Ed instead began forcing his way in.

Grinning at the satisfying noise the streamers made when ripped, Ed didn't notice Havoc entering the room behind him, lighter in hand as he lit a cigarette, until too late.

Who says Roy was the only one good with fire?

Later, a singed Edward Elric was sitting in Colonel Mustang's office with a rather disgruntled look on his face. For the first time, he was actually wearing a uniform, on account of his clothes being reduced to tatters from the fireball. Roy hadn't had any that would even come close to fitting him, so he had had to borrow one from Fury, who was more his height.

He wasn't even going to ask about the miniskirt, and Roy could stop sniggering into his neck any time now thank you very much.

End

a/n: Well I'm amused and that's all that matters! My own, very special, valentine's day edition, Roy/Ed and Havoc/Fury drabble. Aren't you all so proud of me? –grins-