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Chapter 12

Contrary to Al, Roy seemed to enjoy being treated as though he might break. He had a warm bed, a regular supply of wasabi coffee, and a satisfying lack of paperwork. Life was looking pretty good.

Then his colleagues decided to drop by.

Each in their own way, they tried to make him feel better about not being allowed to go to work. Riza gave him a small pile of paperwork. Ed awarded him a promotion to the rank of Brigadier General, albeit grumbling the whole time would be totally useless in that position and probably still never get his paperwork done. The little hypocrite.

After Roy had received a large pile of completely useless gifts from the rest of the office staff, he quickly 'fell asleep', leaving Al to politely show their guests the door.

Unfortunately, Roy had to return to work after only three days bliss, as the bullet wound had in all reality not been that bad.

Arriving at work, he was astonished to see a sea of kow-towing blue uniforms. In the centre of this strange ocean, up on a pedestal, posed Ed. His fan was held up high in one hand and mysterious stars and spotlights sparkled around him. Roy caught Riza's eye and promptly produced sweatdrops almost identical to those of the gun-toting blonde.

Riza walked over to explain the strange turn of events. "He ordered a daily worship period" she whispered "I think his ego has suffered because of the assassination attempt". She was obviously exasperated by her Fuhrer's latest stunt.

Roy groaned. "No way. I'm not going to worship anyone" he said flatly.

Riza looked skeptical. "Not even Al?" she wanted to know.

"Well…" Roy drew out the word. "Ok, so what if I worship Al? That doesn't mean I have to worship Ed too"

Suddenly, Ed glared at them from his pedestal. "You're supposed to be worshipping, not whispering. Bow!"

Roy instead turned and stalked into his office. Riza, after a moment's hesitation, followed him, grabbing a pile of paperwork that looked like it was on the verge of collapse on her way past.

They both completely disregarded the resulting spazz-attack, as their Fuhrer lost his cool and started yelling something about being short and easily ignored.

I'd like to thank 'Me and my God Complex' for suggesting Ed's daily worship period. I love the idea.

I don't think Roy's too keen on it though…

Anyway, review!