Wednesday

Coming into work on Wednesday, Edward Elric had no idea what was in store for him today. So far in the week, he had gotten majorly caught up as far as sleep was concerned. Today he didn't really feel like sleeping though, feeling well rested and nearly skipping from all the energy he had built up over the past few days of sleeping. Honestly, he couldn't remember the last time he had so much energy. Normally the everyday routine of yelling matches, followed by running and trying to escape getting burnt to a crisp tired the hell out of him. Too bad he still had quite a few days till Mustang returned.

Ed was sure that Hawkeye would have something for him to do as soon as he found her, because so far it seemed she had taken up the role of bossing him around while Mustang was gone.

Ed wasn't about to question her authority, as he didn't want to get shot at.

Someone was bound to end up as the victim of the short blond being full of energy, though. That person unknowingly was about to have one hell of a day. Deciding right then and there, he told himself that the first person he saw would have to entertain him for the day and put up with his antics.

That person was in the form of a man with a cigarette in his mouth, walking a few feet ahead of Edward.

With a burst of speed, the alchemist took off down the hall straight at the unsuspecting subordinate of Mustang's. Slowly the mans head turned, blue eyes widening at the sight of Ed charging his way. The cigarette dropped from his mouth, "W-WHAT? ED! STOP!"

There was a thud, as the shorter blond crashed into Havoc's back and caused the older man to stumble forward two steps before crashing to the ground completely. "I'M BORED!" Edward shrieked, grasping the back of Havoc's military jacket and attempting to shake him. The action only caused Havoc's upper body to lift and smack into the hard floors several time, easily causing blood to start oozing out of one side of his nose.

"E-Ed! Can you…I'm BLEEDING!" Havoc whined, trying to wiggle out from under the younger male.

Blinking his gold eyes, Ed deciding he'd get off and let Havoc tend to his bleeding nose. "You're no fun." Jutting out a bottom lip, he pouted and watched as Havoc climbed to his feet, a hand over his nose as he attempted to cover the bloody mess.

"Sorry, but last time I checked I wasn't Mustang." The man grumbled irritably.

"Fullmetal! Havoc? ..What happened?" Hawkeye asked as she stumbled onto the bloody scene. A slender brow raised as she waited for a full explanation.

"Ed decided to tackle me to the ground and pound my face into the floor.."

A stern look was cast at the short alchemist, "Edward. I'm sure General Mustang would greatly appreciate it if you didn't injure his subordinates while he is away. I'm sure he'd be greatly displeased with you if he came back with all of us in the hospital.."

"THEN TELL HIM TO GET HIS ASS BACK HERE SO I CAN PUT HIM IN THE HOSPITAL INSTEAD!" Ed shrieked back at Hawkeye, putting his hands on his hips and glaring at the woman.

A bullet whizzed past his head, causing his body to tense and freeze completely. When had she pulled out that damned gun?!

"Yes Ma'am!" With that, Edward turned to take his leave before Hawkeye could unleash more anger on him.

A hand grabbed the hood of his coat, and Hawkeye pulled Ed closer to her. "Wait. Today you'll be helping out Breda. Seems there is a rumor of some sort of food poisoning in the canteen. A lot of people have been complaining about stomach aches." With a nod of her head, she released Ed. "Dismissed."

With a huff, the blonde fixed his coat, trying to smooth out the wrinkles as he turned the other direction and went to go find Breda.

"Lieutant..why do I get the feeling you just made that up?" Havoc mused, pinching the bridge of his nose.

A smirk appeared on Hawkeye's lips, "That's because I did. You and me both know that Ed will get distracted from the mission and eat the entire contents of the canteen, and then he'll fall asleep and leave us alone for the rest of the day."

"You're horrible."

"You can blame Mustang for that."

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Breda hadn't been completely sure about Hawkeye's plan to keep Fullmetal busy all day. Hell, he was surprised the blond was even taking orders from someone. That was something Mustang even had trouble with. He suspected it had to do something with the fact that Ed was probably bored out of his mind, and would do anything as long as he was keeping himself busy.

At first, things had started off a bit rough.

Ed had wandered in, taken control of the whole 'mission' and began investigation immediately. First he had begun questioning anyone in the canteen, attacking them with a series of questions. A few selected people had been asked to cooperate with the project of keeping Ed from destroying the building along with the people inside to cure his boredom. The ones who had agreed were briefed on the mission, and given the answer to various questions that were bound to be asked by Edward.

So, Ed got a mixed amount of answers. Some said they had gotten ill, and others had no idea what he was trying to get at by asking a shitload of questions.

Next he had gathered the data, and began writing it all down on some paper. Breda simply watched, amused by how into the whole thing Edward was getting. Especially because he knew it was all a set up. For a genius, he really had no idea when he was getting set up.

"You know what we should do? Eat something. Then see if we get sick, ya know? That way we know it's not just some prank or something.."

As if on cue, the blond's stomach grumbled loudly, as if agreeing to the idea being proposed. A chuckle escaped Ed as he looked up from his nose, rubbing at his stomach with one hand, "Agreed!"

Breda couldn't help but laugh, his head shaking as he turned to go grab a tray, with Edward at his heels.

"I think we should get a sample of everything!"

Okay, Edward was a little TOO enthusiastic over this.

"Uhm..but then you might get a stomach ache from eating too much, Ed.."

A frown appeared on the young blonds lips. He fell quiet for a moment, as if pondering over Breda's words. "You sound like Al. He always said that." Without another word, he began piling 'samples' of every food possible. Breda followed him, skipping a lot of the foods, his head shaking as he watched Edward.

When they went to get something to drink, Ed skipped over the milk and pointed at it, warning Breda, "Don't try that. It'll give you stomach aches no matter what. It's guaranteed. It's bad for you."

Deciding it was best not to ask questions, Breda skipped over the milk as well, even though he liked milk. Instead he settled for some water, and proceeded to carry his and Ed's third tray back towards the tables. It would be a miracle if Ed ate all of that food.

And Breda watched in amazement as Ed proceeded to eat all the food on all three trays before his head dropped onto the table top and he fell asleep from a case of serious case of food coma.

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Lifting his hand, Roy knocked his fingers again the front door to the Hughes' house softly, before taking a step back and waiting for someone to open the door. The noise that followed after his knocking confirmed that Gracia and Elysia were home. A small chuckle escaped the man as he heard the young girl screaming that she would get the door.

Patiently waiting, he listened to the door as the lock was played with, and then the door finally swung open to reveal Gracia standing there, Elysia at her side. "Oh! General Mustang! Do come in?"

Before Roy could even take a step forward, Elysia had grabbed his hand and pulled with all her might, trying to drag the man inside the house. Chuckling as he stepped into the house, Roy allowed himself to be lead through it towards the living room. "So, did you find the photos?" He asked, while taking a seat on the couch.

After figuring out that he wanted to make a photo album full of photos for Ed, he turned to his next project: finding the photos. Roy didn't have any photos of Ed, and probably for good reason. He was sure that he'd be called a 'pervert' or a 'pedophile' and a bunch of other things. No, Riza had already given him ideas on who possibly had photos he could use. Hughes apparently had always been taking pictures of Ed, as well as snapping pictures of Roy and the rest of the military.

Gracia said she could have sworn that man would have married the camera if she and Elysia weren't around.

Not only had Hughes taken photos of them all, but Riza said there was quite a few pictures she had taken. Then of course there was Winry and Pinako, who were bound to have countless pictures of Ed and Al when they were younger and utterly adorable. Roy looked forward to finding some blackmailing pictures when he went over there tomorrow.

"Of course! Here they are!" Gracia replied as she followed them into the living room, pointing at a box that was sitting beside the couch. The box was filled to the top with photos, but he was sure not all of them were of him and his subordinates. A large amount was probably baby pictures, as well as pictures of Maes and Gracia.

"Can I help?! Can I? Can I?" Elysia asked, and without waiting for an answer, her fingers dived into the box and began pulling out pictures.

Chuckling, Roy reached over and picked up a handful, setting it on the coffee table neatly. The first thing was to organize them, figure out what pictures were of whom. Gracia had taken out a handful as well and had begun the same process on the opposite side of the coffee table, a sad smile on her lips as she sifted through a few pictures of her husband.

Picking up a photo, Elysia shoved it into Roy's face suddenly, "Oh look! I found daddy!"

A small smile appeared as his dark eyes settled on the picture. It was one of those odd pictures where Hughes had randomly come up with the camera, grabbed hold of Havoc and pointed the camera at them before pressing down the button. Half of Havoc's face had been cut off due to the bad camera angle. Hughes definitely didn't have a skill at taking pictures of himself.

After a good hour had passed, and the photos were all sorted, Roy had found himself with a nice little stack of pictures that he deemed useable for the photo album. Somewhere deep in the box had even been a picture of Edward in a bunny costume, dressed up for Easter to play the 'Easter Bunny' for Elysia. The girl had been so young that she hadn't known it was Ed, but everyone else had. Roy could vaguely remember bribing the blond with some sort of bribe, and yet never going through with it.

He was sure if he tried something similar again this Easter, that Edward wouldn't fall for it.

"Thanks again, Gracia." Roy thanked her, as she walked him to the front door after he helped her clean up the photos and put them away properly.

Gracia smiled, "Oh it was no problem at all! Tell Edward I say hi, and let him know that he's always welcome over for dinner. The same goes for you, too."

Elysia rushed up, wrapping her arms around Roy and hugging his legs tightly. "Bye bye, Mr. General, Sir!" Giggling, she kept her grip on him for a brief moment before releasing him and rushing off down the hall to her room so she could resume playing with her dolls.

"I'll be sure to let him know on Saturday. Thanks again, Gracia. See ya!" Turning, he gave a lazy wave to the woman as he walked down the front steps to the house and made his way down the driveway towards his car.