Hello again! I thank thee for the reviews! They were splendiferous! Heres the next chapter and Ed has a reunion with his favourite drink in the world…milk! Mwah ha ha ha!

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Ed walked slowly through the doorway to his and Al's room, his eyes unusually wide but unseeing as they stared at the floor in front of him.

"What did he want niichan? Are-are you ok?" Al asked uncertainly seeing his brother expression from where he sat on one of the beds.

"Huh? NOTHING! And I'm fine." Ed said snapping out of his trance-like-state to stare at his brother with a scowl on his face.

"Err…then why did he call you?" Al said suspiciously.

"All he said was to rest until I got my arm back…dam bastard." Ed said, his voice growing more distant as a worried/thinking look crossed his face.

"What's with that look?"

"What look?"

"THAT look!"

"That's just my face! It's not a look!"

"Niichan!"

"Don't niichan me! That's just my face! Stop insulting my face by indicating there's something wrong with it!"

"I didn't say that!"

"Yeah, but you were thinking it."

"Niichan!"

"What?"

"Why are you being so defensive?"

"For the love of alchemy, I'm not defensive!"

Al was silent as he shot a sulky look at his brother. Something had ruffled his usual composure, he was being defensive. Even more so then usual. Had Roy done something? They always had mini arguments, Ed had actually admitted to enjoying them, so why was he acting so strange?

Sighing Al said no more on the topic. He had a feeling it was about his arm. Ed was always a little touchy when it came to people talking about his arm and leg. It brought all the memories of that night to the surface. Al certainly wasn't going to pursue that topic with Ed in his current mood.

The momentary silence was broken by Ed's stomach growling loudly.

"Hungry niichan?" Al said normally

"Maybe a little." Ed said his usual grin back in place as he scratched his head.

"The canteen will be serving dinner soon; do you want to go down?" Al asked.

Looking down at his hand he curled it a fist before relaxing it again.

"Nah, I'll go down later." Ed said nonchalantly.

Looking at his brothers saddened face Al made a gesture he knew Ed would take to his heart.

"Lets go down, I'll hold your tray and get your food for you." Al quietly but he could see the small smile curving Ed's lips.

"Alright, if you insist." Ed grinned.

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By the time they'd reached the canteen/dinner hall it was already almost full.

Looking down at his bother he saw Ed's eyes sweep the room uncertainly, slouching slightly as though trying to not be seen.

Together they walked along the selection of food, Al picking up a tray and putting Ed's favourite things on it. As they approached the drinks Al shot Ed a sharp look. Ed was still distracted.

With lightning speed Al reached out and grabbed a carton of milk.

Al wasn't one for evil laughter, but he came very close to it at that moment.

"All done niichan. Where do you want to sit?" he asked.

It was then as they both looked over the room that they heard a shout to them.

"Fullmetal, Al, come join us."

In exactly the same motion the two boys stared.

It had been the colonel that had called out to them.

He was sitting with his usual associates, his subordinates like Hawkeye, Hughes and Havoc (wow, a lot of "H's" I never noticed…) as well as Armstrong etc.

Looking down at Ed, he saw his brother seemed to be in a mix of reactions, shock, anger, and…fear? Since when was Ed ever afraid!

"There's no where else niichan." Al said quietly.

"Ok, but I'm not sitting next to colonel bastard." Ed said but it was lacking his usual ferocity.

Together they walked forward, Ed grudgingly leading the way, Al following with his tray.

As they approached it was as Ed had dreaded. Hughes had shuffled over, making space for them between himself and Mustang.

Al sat down eagerly next to Hughes where within seconds he was being shown a handful of photos of his daughter.

Ed's tray had been put down in the space next to Mustang. Groaning he sat down with a grimace marring his face.

"I hope you took my advice Fullmetal, to rest until you get back that arm." Roy said with a slight smirk as he sipped his drink.

"Shut up bastard." Ed muttered as he commenced stuffing his face.

"Ranking officer, don't forget." Roy said as he tapped himself lightly on the chest.

Grumbling under his breath Ed proceeded to work his way through his food well aware that Roy was watching him. It was very uncomfortable.

Finally having enough Ed threw down his chopsticks for the second time that day as he glared at Mustang.

"What the HELL are you staring at!" Ed demanded, his temper getting the better of him.

For a moment Roy only smiled suggestively as he slowly raised an eyebrow, actually causing Ed, the Fullmetal alchemist, to blush.

"Just a midget blond alchemist whose table manners are about as good as a pig."

"OH YEAH! WELL YOU TRY EATING WITH YOUR OTHER HAND WHILST A CREEP STARES AT YOU!" Ed cried before picking up on the midget comment. "AND I'M NOT A MIDGET!"

Roy simply smirked.

Out of anger Ed snatched at the carton of drink on his tray, ripping it open carelessly whilst glaring at Roy, taking large gulps of the drink without even looking at what it was.

He froze.

Ed's eyes stretched as wide as they could go still staring at Roy as the carton fell from his hand, spilling its contents over the table. Everyone on the table had frozen, watching Ed's strange behaviour.

Looking down utterly horrified Ed saw the white liquid.

For a moment he simply stared.

In a flash Ed was up and running across the hall, stumbling slightly, his hand was clamped firmly over his mouth.

"What was that about?" Hughes asked, having paused in showing Al photos.

Roy studied the carton.

"Milk."

Everyone was silent for a moment before Al leapt up in similar style to Ed.

"Wait niichan!" Al cried as he ran across the hall after him, leaving the table in complete confusion.

"Was the milk off or something?" Havoc asked leaning forward to get a look at the spilt carton.

Sniffing it Roy shook his head. "No, its fine."

As one the table looked curiously in the direction the brothers had disappeared.

"Maybe he's lactose intolerant." Hawkeye added into their silence.

-

Ed had just made it to their room in time.

Kicking open the door with his auto-mail leg he'd dashed in, throwing himself into their on suit bathroom.

Then he was violently sick. Everywhere. And I mean everywhere.

His stomach heaved time and time again until his stomach had been emptied so he was only throwing up stomach juices.

There was sick on the floor, on the toilet seat, in the toilet, in the bath, in the shower cubical. He didn't remember doing it but there was also some on the walls.

Who had put the milk on his tray? Al? Very likely. Roy? Also possible.

Gah! It had been years since he'd tasted milk. If anything, it tasted worse then he remembered.

He was furious when he realised the couldn't even clear it up with alchemy. Turn it into something else that was easier to get rid of. Dam his broken arm and Mustang for taking it away!

In a wave of sickness Ed clutched the toilet seat before reaching again.

He'd been violently sick twice in one day, which was not right!

Thinking about what wasn't right Ed's mind fell on the colonel as he wiped his mouth.

Whatever he'd been hinting at was certainly NOT right!