Disclaimer - FMA and all of its much abused and much loved characters are not mine. i am just adding to the abuse.
"Write me a fic about Al" she says. "make it involve him being used as an easy bake oven", she says. "make it involve Elysia-chan", she says.
and this is the crack i come up with. Drabble the Twelfth. enjoy?
This was not was Al had in mind when he had volunteered to help with the office party. Not at all.
Nope.
Not even close.
The indignity of it all!
He never thought Elysia would want to bake a pie for the office. Or that "uncle" Roy would be helping her cook.
There was something terrifying about Colonel Mustang smiling like that. It wasn't the usual aloof smirk ™, or even something smugly assured…it was damn well gleeful.
In that mud pie sort of way…
"Alphonse, if you could turn please." Colonel Mustang sounded far too pleased.
"Yes puh-lease!" Elysia chimed in, ecstatic.
He would have sighed, under more normal circumstances, and instead just gathered his eternal good will towards his friends and turned around, coming face to face again with the colonel.
Mustang snapped lightly, sparking the firewood a bit more to keep the burning steady. He wanted to pie to cook evenly. "Alphonse, if you could kneel just a little…"
Alphonse hoped Ed never heard about this. He would most definitely kill the colonel this time. With a creak he bent his knees, bringing the cooking pie resting in his stomach closer to the open fire, wondering who was going to clean the spilled pie filling off of the inside of his armor…