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Note: This drabble is a continuation of Drabble No.11: Adventures of the Drunken Trio

Drabble the Twelfth: The Headache of DEATH

Not much phased Gracia Hughes. Most times she would just smile or laugh; this was one of those times. She had come downstairs early that morning, wondering if her husband had gone to stay at Roy's house for whatever reason. The mystery was solved instantly when she discovered both Maes and Roy, as well as a strange man that she didn't know (she assumed that they'd made a friend while drinking) sleeping downstairs in the living room. She almost laughed out loud at the sight; one doesn't often get to see three grown men sleeping all piled on top of each other in a way very reminiscent of a litter of puppies. Managing to suppress laughter in favor of a quiet giggle, as she didn't want to wake the peacefully sleeping trio, she went back upstairs in search of a camera.

Several Hours Later…

"Wake up, wake up!" a shrill child's voice, accompanied by a bright light, dragged Scar into semi-awareness.

"Ssshhh, Elysia, don't wake them up," whispered another voice, and then footsteps left the area, although the light remained on.

Scar's head hurt. It really hurt. And he didn't know why it hurt, either. In fact, he couldn't remember anything from the previous night. All he knew was that the light was making it worse. He let out a soft groan and tried to move his arm up to cover his face, but it was pinned to his side by something heavy. Not quite awake enough to wonder what was pinning his arm down, he just pressed his face into his pillow. Wait a second…pillow? That was when he noticed that his 'pillow' was unnaturally warm for a pillow…and it was breathing. Blearily he opened his eyes about halfway, and they were met with a sea of pale blue fabric, at the end of which was a face. A face which belonged to Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist. That was when Scar realized that he had been using Roy's chest as a pillow. He was using a State Alchemist as a pillow. And…the heavy thing pinning down his arm…? It turned out to be Maes Hughes, whose upper torso was kind of draped over his side. Scar stiffened, eyes wide with shock, confusion, and slight horror. That was when Roy woke up. Dark brown eyes met crimson ones, and Roy stiffened as well. There was silence for a few moments…then both of them screamed simultaneously and tried to get away from each other, but only wound up getting hopelessly tangled, along with Maes who had woken up somewhere along the way. The trio lay there for a short time, attempting to get un-knotted, but eventually gave up.

Scar, who was now on the bottom of the 'pile' with his face pressed into the floor and one arm sticking into the air held in place by Maes' head, groaned again. His headache had just gotten about ten times worse with all the light and noise and movement, and now he felt nauseous too, "What's wrong with me…why does my head hurt…?"

Maes glanced down, suddenly feeling incredibly sympathetic, "You've never had a hangover before?"

Scar shook his head miserably, "No…"

Roy, whose head was on the other side of the pile from them, looked up, "So you've never been drunk before?"

Scar shook his head again, "I don't…I don't remember any of what happened…"

"I think…" Roy looked thoughtful, "I think you followed us into the bar…and somehow we got you drunk. I don't remember anything either after that, though."

They all fell silent for about a minute before Scar spoke up again, "…Where are we?"

Maes looked around, "It looks like we're in my living room."

"Oh."

"So eventually," Maes' voice brightened, "Gracia will come in and she'll help us…uh…get untangled."

"How long will that take?" Roy questioned.

"I dunno. Maybe she took Elysia somewhere; after all that noise you made she would have come already if she were here."

"So you don't know when she'll get back?"

"No idea."

Silence reigned for several minutes, then Roy sighed and voiced what they were all thinking, "Well this is really awkward."

Ever the optimist, Maes said brightly, "It could be worse. We could've woken up and not been wearing anything."

Silence for a few moments, then both Scar and Roy shuddered. Roy said threateningly, "Maes, if I could move I would beat you."

"And I would help," Scar added. Then his headache decided that it was tired of being ignored and increased in intensity, "Nnnggg…"

"Hey," Roy sounded nervous, "you're not about to be sick are you?"

"…dunno…" Scar replied weakly.

"You'd better not be, because that'll set us off and then it'll be everywhere and we'll really be screwed until Gracia gets back."

"Roy, don't say stuff like that…" Maes closed his eyes, "You're making me feel ill."

And then came the dreaded 'Awkward Silence'. Because, really, what could they talk about? Roy and Maes' usual topics of the office and top-secret military stuff were out for obvious reasons. It's not like they could discuss how the Scar case was going when the man was right there. And Scar didn't know what to talk about because he wasn't usually one for casual conversation, not to mention he had been mortal enemies with both Roy and Maes until right then. Actually, he still was mortal enemies with them, but they seemed to have formed an unspoken truce due to their current predicament.

Suddenly, Maes spoke up cheerily, "Hey, I could tell you all about my adorable daughter!"

"NO, Maes," Roy glared from the other side of the pile.

"Awww…"

"…nnnggg…"

Maes looked down as much as he could and saw that Scar's head was just kind of limply resting on the floor, and he was paler than you would think someone so tanned could be. Concernedly he asked, "Hey, are you okay?"

Scar just groaned in response, "…hurts…"

"Roy…Roy, he's not doing so well!"

"Well, what do you want me to do about it? I can't move either!"

"What do we do?"

"I don't know!"

"Not so loud, Roy, you'll make it worse…" Hughes shushed, then looked back down at Scar, whose condition hadn't changed in the last fifteen seconds, "Just hang in there, Scar," he said encouragingly, receiving another pained groan in reply. He sighed; this could potentially be a very long wait.

A/N: OMG, stay tuned for the exciting conclusion! Also, credit to Anasazi Darkmoon from whom I got the idea for this part. But poor Scar, with a horrible hangover of doom…ANYWAY, I have an announcement! For some reason or other, I seem to have hit an idea slump, and so if anyone had a request or an idea for a drabble here, feel free to ask me to write it! I'm apparently taking some weird orientation/retreat/thing for school next week, and I need stuff to write while I'm there so I don't die of boredom.
Scar: So please give her ideas/requests!
Right! Anyway, I'll answer reviews now.

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