Drabble Ramblings! Lots of drabbles that don't really go together, but sort of do.
"Ed, do you think Al will ever notice?" Winry sighed, pulling back the elder blonde of the two brothers.
"Sure he will Win, want me to throw in a word for you?" Ed smiled, more than willing to clear the dense air.
"Would you Ed?" Winry lit up.
"Of course." Ed then gave a wave and hurried to catch up to his younger brother, who back in the flesh.
"What did Winry say, brother?" Al asked, smiling.
"Actually, it was me saying to her. I wanted to make sure it was okay that you stayed here for a few days while I do some stuff in Central." Ed grinned. "I was thinking, while you were here, maybe you could help Winry with some things..."
"Sure, brother!" Al practically skipped back to Winry.
"That takes care of that... now what should I do in Central for a few days?"
Ed waltzed into Central HQ, into Roy's office, where lines of desks were. Riza was in her seat, as were Breda and Falman. However... where had Havoc and Fury gone? Ed shrugged, deciding not to worry about it too much. He waltzed right into Roy's inner office, grinning as Roy looked tiredly up from paperwork.
"I need to waste a few days Mustang, so I think I will take up that date offer."
"Uh, Sir-Havoc, uhm, that is..." Fury stumbled, shakily pouring coffee for two as Havoc fumbled with his lighter. "I uh..."
"Get to it, Fury, then light this for me, will ya? My hand's all stiff..." Havoc sighed, giving up and thrusting the lighter to the smaller.
"Oh, sure." Fury took the lighter, scratching his thumb against it before putting the flame to the paper, holding it for a minute before pulling away again.
"Thanks." Havoc grinned, letting smoke seep from his lips and up his nose. Fury suddenly dropped the lighter, lunging to throw his arms around Havoc's neck, pressing his own lips to the smoke-filled mouth, the cigarette burning his cheek.
"Breda, how come we never get paired with anyone?" Falman asked, sighing.
"I get paired with Fury every rare once in awhile..." Breda shrugged.
"Exactly. We never get fics to ourselves." Falman raised a fist. "Breda, maybe if we start making out, the fanfictioners will notice us!"
"Maybe... but I don't really wanna--" Breda was cut off by Falman forcing him into a kiss.
Riza sighed, wishing the fanfictioners would LEAVE HER ALONE.
"Ed, Ed, get off! GET OFF BEFORE RIZA COMES IN, HURRY!" Roy shoved the blonde under the desk.
The door opened, the blonde woman looking around suspiciously.
"Good evening Hawkeye. As you can see I've been working hard on the paperwork you gave me. It's almost done, even, I only have these three things here left." Roy said innocently.
"I see. Where did Fullmetal go?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Uh... he jumped out the window after I called him short." Roy waved a hand. "Now, I have to finish those three papers left, toodleo. I mean, you're dismissed."
Riza saluted hesitatingly and left.
"I really thought this one was going to be about us." Winry sighed, laying on Al's chest.
"Maybe next time...?" Al said hopefully, playing with her hair.
"I doubt it. The only time we get any action is when one of us is with Ed..." Winry whined. Al paused, freezing.
"You mean when you're with Ed."
"Uh... no, I mean when one of us is with him... and usually then it's just Ed and whoever, not Ed and both of us."
"Uh, Winry..."
"Yes?"
"I'm Ed's brother."
"Yes."
"They really write those?"
"Yes."
There was a wave of silence.
"Brother's gay, isn't he?"
"Yes."
