Kyaaaa! Everyone liked my story!

...Everyone? No, well three people. but, that's three more people than I expected! Yatta! I love you all! I wasn't going to write anymore, but, let's see what I can do... actually, let's see if I can conjure up a plot, first...

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Edward was 'punch drunk' and Winry was unconscious. Well, Alphonse mused, the after party could have been worse.

"It's the BABLE FISH!" Edward's drunken ramblings continued.

Alphonse rolled his eyes. The after party could have been a lot better, also... At least Winry wasn't drunk. She was a very violent drunk. Of course, she was a very violent sober, also... Alphonse ran off to hide all the wrenches in the hotel room.

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Ling was angry. He was also sitting under a table. He did not consider this to be one of the higher points in his life. He took a swig of the wine he had stolen from 'that flame alchemist bastard' and debated whether it was safe to come out from under the table. Ling, the beloved emperor of Xing, stuck his head out from the table.

GRRRRrrrrr...!

"Damn," said the beloved emperor of Xing, "The dog's still there."

Black Hayate continued to growl as Ling wondered where Lan Fan was. Ling then wondered where he was. He took another swig of the wine and forgot even more.

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Lan Fan sat on the top the grandfather clock in the ballroom where the after party had taken place. She could see the Young Master, or rather the table the young master was under. Young master...? Lan Fan smiled. He wasn't really so young anymore, was he? What would she call him now? Middle-aged master? No, he would laugh at her. What about a simple Ling-sama? No, Ling was 20; 'young master' would have to do.

The Young Master poked his nose out from underneath the table, and almost lost it to the dog. Lan Fan would have killed that dog by now, if the Young Master had not asked her to 'Have some fun and not worry about him'. So, Lan Fan had danced with Falman, eaten Tiramisu and stayed sober. Ling had gotten drunk and tried to run off with the bride. The good colonel had then turned the dog on the young master, tried to set him on fire, and the bride had almost shot him. Ling had then stolen three cases of old wine and hidden under a table.

Lan Fan rolled her eyes. The Young Master might be angry at her, but she needed to get rid of that dog!

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Alphonse was rather happy with the situation. Winry was still asleep and a box with twelve wrenches was hidden underneath the floor boards. Edward had regained consciousness and sanity, and was now sitting across next to Alphonse with his 'handover headache' to keep him extra company.

There was a loud banging on the door.

"No loud noises!" Edward put his no longer gloved hands over his ears. Alphonse rolled his eyes and opened the door.

In stepped Lan Fan. Under one arm she had a barking box of wine. Under her other arm, her automail arm, she held none other than Ling. Ling waved to the Elric brothers with the hand not holding a wine bottle.

"Can you get that away from him?" Lan Fan said with her slightly accented voice, "The alcohol, I mean."

Winry, who had just woken up, said, "That might be tougher than it looks."

And she was right.

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((A month later))

Roy Mustang had been a married man for a month before he had the courage to go to the graveyard. Filled with the men of was long past, the graveyard held the symbol of the military on the flying buttress of the entrance. The new military, the new government, had wanted to strip that symbol from the graveyard, but had meant much opposition from civilians. They had died for that military, so they can keep the symbol. And so the symbol had stayed.

Roy stood in front of the grave marker. The name Maes Hughes starred back at him. And then Roy did something he had been afraid to do for years. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold watch. He placed it next to the grave marker and walked away.

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"Mommy?"

"Yes, Elycia?"

"Why is there a watch next to daddy's grave?"

"…"

"Mommy?"

"I'm not sure, honey."

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Ling chose the white horse. He always chose the white horse. Lan Fan got the boring brown horse, but Ling got the white horse. Edward had asked him why his was, once, and gotten this answer:

"Because I'm the emperor."

Edward had never asked again.

And as Lan Fan and Ling saddled on their horses and rode off towards Xing, Edward realized something.

They where both riding white horses.

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Ha ha! Second chapter! Is it shorter than the last one? I'm not sure! If I have to write a third chapter, I really gotta come up with a plot!

And there was another obscure reference to the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy in here, to. Let's see if you can find it.