Author's Note: Ok guys, the humor at Roy's expense is over, but hopefully you guys will still like it. I'm going to add an actual plot to this now and we'll just see where it takes us.

Chapter 4: Trouble

By the time Roy was finally sober (and done complaining about his hangover), Ed was beginning to wonder why he had been drunk in the first place. It honestly didn't seem like something that he would do.

Not that I'm complementing him or anything, Ed thought. It's just that normally; Roy takes his job pretty seriously.

Deciding to get an answer, he walked over to where Roy was sitting with an icepack on his head.

"So, any explanation for this, or do you always get drunk before coming to work" Ed looked thoughtful. "Actually, that would explain a lot."

Roy just rolled his eyes, but when Riza walked up, looking rather curious, he had no choice. Unfortunately, he seemed to have lost his voice.

"War," he managed to croak, and then cleared his voice. "I stayed late last night and when I was on my way out, I heard the Fuhrer talking with someone. The bastard wants to conquer Ishbal and make it part of us. If they won't cooperate, then he plans to wipe them off the face of the earth entirely." Roy stopped to clear his voice again. "I came back here to think about what I'd heard over a drink, but apparently it ended up being more that one."

Everyone in the room paled visibly. Ed knew the older officers had some pretty bad memories of the previous war on Ishbal, but he had hoped such experiences would remain with that generation. Now it seemed he'd get his first taste of war at age 15.

"Is there any way," Hughes asked, "that they weren't serious?"

"No, they were already setting the date and place of the first battle by the time I left."

Suddenly, Ed was enraged. "We have to stop them!"

"How?" Roy's voice still sounded rougher than usual. "How do you think a handful of people could stop an army?"

"Well," Ed started thinking out loud. "There are technically two ways to go: high or low. We could go through authority to stop them, but I'm not hopeful as to the luck we'd have there. Or, we could try to stop the army itself."

"Attack our own men? It's treason!" Roy exclaimed, but Ed took no notice.

"If we were careful, used stealth and wit, then not only could we possibly get away unseen, but we could pull it off! Roy, where and when were they planning the first battle?"

"You're crazy!" Roy yelled.

"It is crazy," said Hughes. "But it just might work."