Musical of Overall General Chaos

A L.O.K.I Production

Disclaimer-- We don't own the song 'The Call Up' by The Clash, or Fullmetal Alchemist. If we did…. Oh the yaoi.

Loki: We were bored. We were hungry. It was 11:00 PM! Feel free to correct us. Loki hates laptop keyboards. All of them.

Kalicos: I helped! D

Song Number One: The Call Up

The Unit, the Fuhrer, and Alex Louis Armstrong, The Strong Arm Alchemist, Destroyer of Worlds were sitting in the back of a truck being shipped to Ishbal. No one was extraordinarily happy about this.

"I can't believe I got shipped to Ishbal." The Fuhrer grumbled.

"Hey. You're the Furher. You started this dumb-ass war!" Hawkeye snipped. She was hung-over.

"…Oh yeah."

Suddenly, Alex Louis Armstrong, the Strong Arm Alchemist, Destroyer of Worlds jumped up.

"I have an idea! A wonderful, magnificent idea, even! LET'S BREAK INTO SONG!"

"You do, you die." Hawkeye said in a monotone, cocking her gun.

"Hawkeye! Do not kill anyone! That's an order." The Fuhrer said. Hawkeye managed to grumble out a 'Yes sir.' Alex Louis Armstrong, The Strong Arm Alchemist, Destroyer of Worlds picked up Havoc.

"Come young Jean! Let us sing!"

"I don't wanna!"

"Oh, do you want me to cry, young Jean?" Alex Louis Armstrong, The Strong Arm Alchemist, Destroyer of Worlds said. He was threatening to cry very sparkly tears that no one wanted to see. Everyone glared at Havoc for bringing this upon them.

"Havoc…" Hawkeye threatened.

"Ok, fine." He grumbled. "But… What are we going to sing?"

Luckily for them all, Roy and Hughes were drunk.

"Iss up at you not to hee-eed the call-up! Do-De-Do-Do-DoDo-Do!"

Havoc joined in reluctantly, along with Alex Louis Armstrong, The Strong Arm Alchemist, Destroyer of Worlds.

"N' you must not act the way you were brought up! Do-op Do-op DoDo Do!

Who knows the reasons why you have grown up? Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up!"

The Fuhrer jumped up. "I DO!" Havoc frowned at him.

"It's up to you not to heed the call-up. I DON'T WANT TO DIE! It's up to you not to hear the call-up."

"But really," said The Fuhrer. "I do!"

Hawkeye groaned. "I don't want to kill."

"For he who will die is he who will kill! Maybe I want to see the wheat field--"

"Hey, my psychic said I was going to fall in love with someone from a field." Roy slurred.

"You believe in psychics?" Riza asked.

"No. I was drunk then, too."

"Over Kiev and down to the sea."

Hughes blinked at Havoc and the other crew, who was annoyed at being interrupted. "What's a Kiev?"

"SHUT UP. We're singing."

"All the young people down the ages. They gladly march off to die. Proud city fathers used to watch them, tears in their eyes."

"My father hated me." Roy said, almost crying.

Hughes patted his back. "It's okay man. We love you. We're your friends!"

Havoc ignored them. "There is a rose that I want to live for. Although, God knows I may not of met her. There is a dance an' I should be with her. There is a town- unlike any other."

Hawkeye snorted. "Don't you mean HIM? I've seen your little diary."

"For one, it's a JOURNAL. And I am not gay!"

Alex Louis Armstrong, The Strong Arm Alchemist, Destroyer of Worlds and the last one left singing, stood up and sung louder.

"It's up to you not to hear the call-up! 'N you must not act the way you were brought up! Who gave you work 'n why should you do it? At fifty -five minutes part eleven, there is a rose…" Havoc rested his cheek on his hand and sighed.

"Yeah…"

As they drove past a family about to cross the road. A mother uttered words of wisdom to her eldest child. "Honey, don't ever end up like that." Trisha said.

"Okay, Mommy!" Ed said. "I won't!"