Heh . . . I actually painted a picture like this for my friend. Now, I've decided to write a drabble for it. Hope you enjoy it!
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Mistletoe
It could be said around Central that one Colonel Roy Mustang did not like Christmas . . . but that would be grossly under-exaggerating it.
Roy detested the holiday with every fiber of his being. The cheesy, plastic, generic gifts that one only received at that time of year; the idiotic tradition of stringing lights up all over your house—which would need to be taken down only a few weeks later; the obtaining, setting up, and decoration of a smelly pine tree that, for the life of him, Roy couldn't figure out what had to do with Christmas; the eggnog, which he hated simply because it was so delicious and it only came around one time a year; and worst of all . . . mistletoe.
Roy Mustang loathed mistletoe.
What was it but some excuse thought up by lonely (probably women) singles in a desperate attempt to get as many second-rate, sloppy kisses from total—or not-so-total—strangers as they could manage? He might not have minded so much if all of the secretaries all over HQ weren't so keen on hanging it up in obscure places, waiting for a certain unsuspecting dark-eyed colonel to come strolling by and . . .
Well, you know the rest.
Many believed that Roy, being the skirt-chasing womanizer that he was, would have loved the tradition; however, he just saw it as an excellent way to more quickly get a cold. The colonel preferred to choose who he kissed, thank you very much.
No—Roy was not a fan of mistletoe, at all.
Said colonel was now busy scribbling his signature on yet another line on yet another paper of yet another meaningless report. Coincidentally, he hated paperwork as well—more so than he did mistletoe, simply because he had paperwork all year around, whereas the kissing garnish only showed up one month out of the twelve.
Loud footfalls sounded their approach down the hall outside his office, accompanied by the muffled, inquisitive voices of his subordinates. Whoever had just arrived—as if Roy had any doubt to who it was—either fended off or simply ignored the questions, then entered his office without knocking and slammed the door shut behind him.
"Hey bastard colonel."
Roy smirked, not looking up from his decidedly boring work as he greeted, "Hello, Fullmetal." He listened to the uneven footsteps of flesh and automail as Ed approached his desk and came to a stop before it.
Mustang signed his name once again and pushed aside the report, picking up another one as he waited for the Elric to give a reason as to why he had barged into his office unannounced and uninvited.
And waited . . .
And waited . . .
Finally growing aggravated, what with Edward hovering over him, giving to explanation as to why, Roy put down his pen and looked up at the teen, stoic expression in place. "Fullmetal, may I ask what—"
Roy stopped. Not really because Ed had just pressed his lips up against his, effectively cutting off all verbal communication between the two of them; not really because the blonde had just slipped his tongue into Roy's mouth, causing his brain short-circuit; not really because he was too busy counting every flaxen eyelash and every invisible freckle and taking in the salty, musky, metallic scent of his subordinate.
Not really . . . but kind of.
He stopped speaking more because of what Ed was wearing—particularly, the contraption that was wrapped around his head:
It was some headband of sorts, with what appeared to be a tiny fishing rod transmuted to the front of it; dangling from said rod, about two inches away from Edward's face, was a sprig of . . . you guessed it . . .
Mistletoe.
Ed pulled away, a surprisingly smug look on his slightly flushed face, said, "Merry Christmas, bastard," and then turned and exited the office. Roy stared at the closed door for several minutes after the blonde had left, unsure of the warm feeling that was settling comfortably in his chest, and then felt himself grin.
Maybe mistletoe wasn't so bad.
Didn't turn out exactly like I had planned, seeing as how in the painting, it was Roy wearing the mistletoe cap, not Ed . . . but I still think it's okay.
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