Hello again! Wow, editing two stories in a day is a lot! Especially if they are longer ones! I don't mind, as long as you guys enjoy them I'll do anything to make you happy! Anyways, this is a Halloween special that Guest suggested for the special. Now, onto the story!

Summary: Edward and Alphonse are invited to a Halloween party being thrown by Team Mustang.

Idea came from: A suggestion made by Guest

Timeline: Edward is still 15 and Roy hasn't been transferred to Central yet

Warnings: alcohol drinking of a teenager, drunk teenager

Rated: T for alchohol

Notes: this is 10 pages long (according to Quotev), I wrote this on my phone

Story 6: The Family of Team Mustang

"Hey, chief!" Havoc calls out as the youngest member of the team starts to leave. Edward turns around with a bored expression, hands shoved into his pockets. But Havoc has known Ed for long enough that this could only mean three things: A) he is stressed, B) he is annoyed/angry, or C) it's a combination of the two.

"Yeah?" Ed asks, raising an eyebrow as Havoc fumbles as he tries to pull a purple envelope from his coat pocket. He walks over to Ed and hands it to him, the others watching with a mix between smirks and smiles. Even Riza looks somewhat humerus.

"Here," Havoc says as he hands over the letter to Ed. Edward takes it and opens the letter, pulling out a folded paper from within.

On the paper is the following:

Halloween is a spooky time calling for spooky themes! You're officially invited to the Team Mustang Halloween Party! It will be held in Mustang's office at 8:30 pm on October 31st (that's tonight!). Don't be late!

Ed stares at the paper, almost as if he doesn't believe what he had just read. He slowly looks up at Havoc, who has a hopeful look glinting in his eyes.

"Um...is this a joke?" Ed asks as he holds the paper and puts it back in the envelope. He looks over to Fury. "I can see who wrote it." Fuery blushes slightly and rubs the back his head while Ed then looks to Mustang who has a poker face plastered on. "And Colonel, I didn't think that your cold heart could throw a party."

"And I didn't think that you would be able to read the words on that paper, seeing as you're so small and all. The more you know, huh?" Roy shoots back, cracking a smirk as Ed explodes.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT HE COULD BE MISTAKEN FOR A PENCIL GRAIN!?"

"Calm down chief, no one said that,." Breda chuckles as Havoc steps back.

"Well, thanks for the offer, but Al and I are going to be busy." Ed replies as he stuffs the letter into his pocket; in case Al wants to read it.

"Busy with what?" Falman asks, cocking an eyebrow at the teen.

"Studying. You know, the usual? We found a really good bookstore on the way back from Rush Valley, we thought that we would check it out." Ed explains, shrugging. "And no way in hell am I going to party with that man." He points an accusing, gloved, automail finger at Roy.

"Fine, suit yourself. I would rather not party with a pipsqueak either." Roy says as he casually leans back, placing his hands on the desk, locking his fingers together.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SMALLER THAN A BABY ANT!?"

Alphonse looks up from the book he has been reading for the past hour now. He watches as Ed walks into the room, a frown on his face as he glares at everything. As if cursing whatever is in his way.

"Hello brother, how did it go?" Al asks as he mentally marks the page number he is on before closing the book. Ed only grumbles as he walks over to the mini fridge to try and find something to eat. "Brother?"

"What do you think?" Ed asks as he frowns into the fridge. "Damn, we should hold off on eating so much."

"You're the one who can eat ten servings in twenty minutes!" Al exlaims, crossing his arms as he stands up from the couch. "Anyways, what happened?"

"Well," Ed says as he slams the fridge door shut, causing it to rock back and forth a couple times. Al is almost worried it might tip over from the force. "I turned in my report and that bastard made fun of my height again! Seriously, I'm not that short!" Al chuckles at that, earning a betrayed glare from Edward as he continues talking. "Then Havoc invited us to this Halloween party they're throwing in Mustang's office. And then Mustang bothered me about my height again! I mean seriously, what's his problem?"

"A party?" Al asks, his head slightly tilting to the side. It is something that both brothers' subconsciously do without noticing. "When?"

"Tonight at eight thirty." Ed replies as he plops down on the couch, sighing dramatically. He pulls out the crinkled purple envalope from his pocket and hands it to Al.

"Huh," Al mumbles as he reads it over. "I think that it would be fun."

If Ed had been drinking anything he would have spit it out. "What!?"

"Well, I mean, we haven't really had a real break in a while, both from missions and studying." Al explains innocently, sitting down next to his brother. "I think it would be a good stress reliever."

"With Colonel Bastard being there? I don't think so."

"You're no fun," Al comments as he pokes Ed's shoulder, pouting. "Please? If not for yourself, then for me. We've never really been to any parties before, I want to know what it's like."

Ed stares at Al with the helpless look of you-can't-do-this-to-me-it's-not-fair!. He takes in a deep breath through his nose. And exhales. "Fine. You win. But if they don't have food we're leaving within the second."

No one was expecting to see the Elric brothers knocking on the other side of Mustang's office door at 8:45 pm. Mustang is more than surprised, Fuery is glad, Riza seems surprised though she has a small smile on her face, Falman seems somewhat confused, Havoc is confused as well though he is overjoyed to see the two brothers, and Breda is too busy eating to care that the two brothers have arrived.

"Hey chief! We weren't expecting to see you here," Jean exclaims as he opens the door more wider for the two teens to make their way into the decorated room. "Not to mention you, Alphonse."

The lights are dimmed down and the tables usually used for desks are spread around towards the outskirts of the room, holding various things-mostly food- with flickering candles sitting in between foods here and there. There are black table cloths on the tabletops and some of the food choices include: candy corn (along with other varieties of candy in bowls), a chocolate cake with white frosting on the top to look like spider webs, tacos with "eyeballs" in them, and many other things that make Edward's stomach growl. He had barely eaten anything that day, since he and his brother had scavenged what little was left in the fridge for breakfast and lunch.

There is a large black and orange glittery banner hanging against the back wall reading "HAPPY HALLOWEEN". There are paper cut-outs of bats and spider webs tacked up against the wall as well, with a few foam tomb stones here and there. There are fake cobwebs in a few places, as well as fake skulls on the tables as well.

The overall feel of the room is most definitely the Halloween type of feel. And, of course, Alphonse is outwardly excited, eyes practically sparkling, while Edward masks his with that of a mix between boredom and impressiveness. His hands are stuffed in his pockets and he is slouched as the brothers walk into the room.

The whole team is out of their normal military uniforms and each wearing a mix between civilian clothes and Halloween costumes. Except for Havoc, who went all out and dressed up completely as a pirate, fake beard and everything.

Riza is wearing a long sleeved black dress that goes down to her knees, followed with a darkly colored pantyhose with black high heels. She is wearing a mild colored red lipstick; and she is also wearing her usual earrings in her ears as well. Her blonde hair is also up in its normal bun.

Mustang is wearing black pants and a light gray long sleeved shirt, a black cape tied around his shoulders with fake fangs over his teeth.

Fuery is wearing dog ears with a black shirt and black pants, three black lines drawn on his face with a black dog nose over his regular nose.

Breda is wearing a white short sleeved shirt and brown pants while Falman is wearing a long sleeved white shirt and blue jeans.

"Huh, you guys kinda outdid yourselves." Ed comments as he instantly walks over to one of the food tables, filling a paper plate with whatever he can see. Soon enough he is trying not to let food fall off the sides of the plate while Alphonse holds his less impressive plate, sipping at a plastic cup full of red punch.

"Wow, you boys were hungry." Breda comments as he chews a grape.

"Yeah, well, someone doesn't know how to hold back when he's eating." Alphonse says as he motions towards Ed who is currently stuffing his face. "We bought groceries on Wednesday, enough food to last two weeks! It was almost all gone by this morning."

"Well, dig in! There's plenty of food!" Havoc exclaims as he sips at a cup of beer in one hand while he holds a lit cigarette in the other. "Hawkeye made this all herself."

Edward practically spits out his food at hearing that. "What? I didn't know she could cook."

"Yeah, she's like a hidden chef of some sort." Fuery replies as they watch Riza and Roy talk with one another on the other side of the room. By now Falman, Havoc, Breda, and Fuery are all talking with the Elric brothers while Roy and Riza have their own conversation.

"Hey, you don't think they're into each other, right?" Falman asks, causing the others to look at him with wide eyes.

"What!? No way! Of course Hawkeye wouldn't fall for colonel bastard." Ed exclaims as he fills his plate up for the second time, scoffing.

"I don't know chief. Do you see how they look at one another? It's like how I used to look at my...at my..." Jean trails off, a pout taking its place on his face as he sulks in the corner. "At my ex."

"What's up with him?" Al asks innocently, pointing at Havoc with his fork.

"You'll know soon enough," Breda says jokingly as he pats Al on the shoulder.

"Come to think of it Alphonse," Falman says as he leans back against the table, arms crossed. "You probably haven't had "the talk" yet, have you."

"The talk?" Al repeats, his head tilting to the side slightly while Edward's face turns as red as his trademark coat. "What's that?"

"It's-"

"No!" Ed shouts, quickly putting his plate down. He covers Al's ears, who jumps at the sudden touch. He glares at Edward, unimpressed as Edward stumbles for actual words to come out of his mouth. Havoc has joined them again and they are all laughing as Ed stutters, his face turning more and more red. "Don't! He doesn't-he's too-just- no! No, no, no!"

"No what?" Roy asks as both him and Riza walk over to the group they had noticed crowding around the food table. "What are you guys talking about? And Fullmetal, calm down before you blow a blood vessel."

"Big brother over here doesn't want us to tell Alphonse the truth." Breda comments casually as he points at Edward over his shoulder with his thumb. Ed had uncovered Al's ears and is back to eating his food, pouting as he glares at them all.

"What truth?" Alphonse, Roy, and Riza all ask at the same time.

"I'll tell you when you're older," Edward mumbles quietly, face stuffed with taco. Roy and Riza both look at each other with smirks, knowing full well what the "truth" is, now that they have more information on the matter.

"Why not now?" Al asks as he throws away his empty plate. He gets more of the punch while Edward practically chokes on his own drink.

"Anyways," Havoc says, changing the subject. "I think we need more alcohol in the picture. There isn't enough to last the night."

"So, what, you want someone to go out and get more?" Breda asks, raising an eyebrow while Edward rolls his eyes, scoffing. Alphonse has fallen into a heated discussion with Fuery over dogs and cats.

"I'll go," Roy says as he is already walking towards the door to the office.

"I'm driving, sir." Riza says as she quickly follows after. The two have a quiet argument as they walk out the door, Roy grabbing his coat as the door shuts.

"No, cats are better! They're more independent than dogs, meaning that you don't have to put as much care into them." Alphonse's voice pipes up, while Fuery looks frustrated.

"Yeah, but why would you not want constant companionship?" Fuery retorts, crossing his arms. "Dogs are selfless and loyal."

"Not unless you train them to be that way."

"Cats aren't any better!"

"Guys, calm down, you don't want to ruin the office if you get into a fight." Havoc jokes as he pats their shoulders.

"Just stay out of it!" Al and Fuery both yell in unison, causing Havoc to practically jump ten feet into the air.

The group gives Fuery and Alphonse some space. Havoc and Breda are talking to Falman about picking up pretty girls while Edward hangs around the dinner tables again, already on his fourth helping of food and showing no signs of stopping.

"Say," Havoc says as he slides over to Edward, leaving Breda to fix his mess about bad advice for picking up chicks. Ed glances at him as he takes a bite out of a frosting covered sugar cookie. "Have you tried alcohol yet?"

Edward almost chokes. He thickly swallows the cookie and clears his throat before saying, "Havoc, I'm only fifteen. I can't legally drink yet!"

"So? That didn't stop me. I was getting drunk at parties on the weekends when I was fourteen." Havoc replies, wiggling his eyebrows as he gestures to Alphonse. "If you want-"

"No." Ed says heatedly, tempted to lock Havoc in a cage for the rest of the night for even thinking about letting Alphonse drink any type of alcohol. "That isn't happening, so don't even think about."

"Alright chief, just a suggestion." Havoc says as he raises his hands in surrender. "Anyways. You wanna try some?" He grabs an unopened beer from the table and thrusts it into Edward's face, causing the teen to step back a little. "Just a tiny sip?"

"Seriously?" Edward asks as he snatches the bottle from Havoc's hand. "If you promise you'll leave me alone after."

"Promise."

Sighing, Edward pops the cap and looks down at the liquid below. The smell is strong and already has Edward trying not to gag as he looks back up to Havoc. He smiles encouragingly and gives a thumbs up. Edward closes his eyes, tilts the bottle, and takes in a mouthful.

He almost chokes at the taste, and yet he forces himself to swallow it. He then lowers the bottle, glaring at Havoc. "There, you happy? I'm not drinking anymore, I don't want to get drunk or anything. Besides, I don't want this to mess with my head."

"Chief, it takes a lot more than just a simple few mouthfuls to get you drunk. And besides, you're too much of a prodigy to get drunk." Havoc replies with a chuckle, patting Edward on the shoulder. "How about you drink that whole bottle?"

"Havoc," Edward warns, thrusting the bottle back into Havoc's hands. Havoc would have dropped it if it wasn't for his quick reflexes, his fingers curling around the neck of the bottle at the last second. "I told you, one drink and that's all. Then you'd leave me alone."

"Come on, chief," Breda says as he walks over. Falman had been dragged into Alphonse's and Fuery's argument about cats and dogs. "It's just a bottle full, you won't get drunk."

"I don't care." Edward snaps as he crosses his arms stubbornly.

"Please?"

"You won't get drunk."

It doesn't take much more pestering after that to get Edward to drink the whole bottle. Which he chugs. And soon after that Havoc and Breda have started drinking along with the teen, saying that they wouldn't stop pestering him if he drinks another bottle or two.

By the time Roy and Riza get back-Riza wearing Roy's coat-Edward is pretty much wasted, along with Havoc and Breda.

"Why are you wearing-" Falman asks, earning a glare from Riza.

"Don't ask." She mutters as she quickly slips out of the coat. Roy places the new beer on the table. Breda and Havoc both take a bottle while Edward stares blankly, as if expecting someone to push another bottle into his hands.

"What's wrong with Fullmetal?" Roy asks, pointing to Edward who hiccups every so often. His cheeks are tinted red and his eyes are glossy and unfocused, his pupils dilated.

"He's drunk." Havoc replies, words slurred as he takes a swig at his new bottle.

"What? Who let him drink!?" Hawkeye exclaims as she walks over to the group, arms crossed. Alphonse and Fuery abruptly stop their arguing and look over, Alphonse frowning as he sees his brother swaying on his feet.

"Brother?" Al asks as he walks over to the older teen, waving a hand in front of his face.

"'m fine," Ed slurs, lazily swiping at Al's hand like a fat cat trying to swat away flies on a hot summer day.

"Brother, you're drunk."

"..."

"You were drinking with Havoc and Breda."

"..."

"Fullmetal." Roy says, stepping in. He talks slowly-as if talking to a toddler-as he leans down to be eye level with his subordinate. "Breda and Havoc pestered you into drinking and now you're drunk. They obviously forgot that you're smaller than a regular teen so-"

"WHO'RE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT A BABY ANT COULD CRUSH HIM!?" Ed explodes, arms flailing around. Roy only smirks.

"How'd you guess so accurately?" Breda asks, slightly more sober than Havoc. But both men are more sober than Fullmetal, seeing as they had underestimated how much Edward could drink before he got completely wasted.

"Brother isn't stupid enough to drink this much." Al replies sternly, crossing his arms as he glares at the two. They don't take notice of the "danger" they are in as they take another drink. "He isn't stupid enough to drink at all."

The party lasts long into the night. And it doesn't help that, apparently, Edward is an emotional drunk. He is eventually sprawled out on the couch, words slurred as he talks to his brother about whatever it is Al can distinguish between the slurred words. Riza makes Breda and Havoc stop drinking so they aren't stumbling off home like drunkards. Falman and Fuery are talking while Roy and Riza try to figure out how to sober up Edward, at least a little bit.

"'s just...y'know?" Ed slurs as he stares drunkenly at Alphonse, who stares blankly back. "I jus'...'s not fair. Tha' bastard left us an' nev'r c'me back."

"Uh huh," Al replies, nodding as he tries to pretend to be enthusiastic. He doesn't want his brother to burst into tears for the third time that night. 'Those idiots, getting brother drunk. Do they realize what they've unleashed?'

"M'be 's someth'n I did?" Ed mumbles as he leans back into the couch, blinking lazily. Then his bottom lip starts to tremble and he bursts into tears once more, crying openly. "Tha's it! I fig'red 't out! He l'ft be'c'se 'f me."

"No, brother, you didn't do anything wrong." Alphonse exclaims, sitting forwards he tries to figure out what to do. Breda and Havoc should be dealing with this. They shouldn't have to pin a drunk fifteen year old on his younger fourteen year old brother. Al just doesn't think it's fair. And he doesn't know how to deal with his out of character brother, either.

"Is he talking about Hohenheim again?" Roy asks as he walks over, a cup of water in hand as he stares with amusement at the crying Edward. Alphonse nods miserably, sinking into the couch. "We're gonna wrap this up pretty soon. You want me to drive you two home?"

"If you wouldn't mind," Al says politely, sounding relieved. He would have refused to drag Edward's drunk ass home (not really). "I don't think brother actually realizes what's going on right now so he probably wouldn't care."

And so, Riza shoos everyone out about thirty minutes later, forcing them to take at least some type of leftover food so she doesn't have to take it all. Of course, she sends the most home with Edward and Alphonse, seeing as the brothers wouldn't be shopping anytime soon tomorrow. She also threatens Roy, saying "if you decide to make that poor boy come into work tomorrow, you're dead."

And as Roy is driving home, Edward passed out in the back passenger seat, drooling as he leans against the window, Alphonse can't help but smile. He couldn't have asked for anything better, though, he would change the part where Edward got drunk. Other then that everything was great. And as he thinks about it, he can't help but notice how everyone seems to almost protect them, in a way. Like wolves would do for the youngest members of the pack, or how lions protect their cubs.

In a way, Alphonse can't help but think of Team Mustang as their own little mismatched military family.

And there you go! Two stories in one day! How about that? I'm not really good with slurring words for drunk characters, I've only done it a couple of times so I hope it turned out alright. I also hope you guys don't mind that I had Edward get drunk. I had read another fanfiction recently where he was drunk (I forgot who wrote it and what it's called) and I thought it would be sort of a funny scenario. Anyways, Guest, I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading everyone, and don't forget to leave suggestions for what you want me to write next! Have a good day/night!