Me: Ok, after someone sent me a solid wall of text saying 'WRITE MORE!' here's the new chappie. Oh, and before y'all think 'She'll write if we do that, send more! :D' please don't. (Sweatdrop) It took forever to find the bottom of that wall. XD

And... on the matter of Mischief having bad memory for an FMA fan, remember how many times her head got hit. That, plus usual spazzy-ness of my OC characters, it a miracle she could walk in a straight line.

Ross: Bri does not own FMA, only Mischief.

The first thing I notice when I open my eyes.

My head hurts like heeellll... DX

Second, is that Edward is in a bed next to me. Covered in bandages. Oops.

"Mischief..." Edward was glaring at me.

"I was too late to run in and save you, wasn't I?"

Deadpanned. "You think?"

Then the door opened. Ross and Brosh walked/marched into the room.

"'Sup, random peoples!" I said from my bed. "We got pwned didn't we?"

Brosh's face said something along the lines of 'No duh, Sherlock.' Ross just responded by telling us that we were in a small hospital.

Edward grunted in pain as he tried to sit up. "Aw crap, it hurts. I was so close... There isn't time for me to be hospitalized!"

Brosh and Ross looked at each other before stiffening into a 'Soldier Stand'. "Fullmetal Alchemist, sir! Joker Alchemist, ma'am! Please forgive us for what we're about to do next!"

SMACK. SMACK. I touched the red spot on my cheek before staring blankly at Brosh.

... Did we just get bitch-slapped by Armstrong's bitches?

"He told you not to act on your own, but you did anyways! The Major told you to stay in the room because it was dangerous! On top of ignoring the Major's kindness, you. almost. DIED! Recognize the fact that you're children! And... try not to do everything yourselves... THAT IS ALL! Please forgive us for our violent actions and words not fitting for officers of lower rank!"

Edward and I gave them blank stares. "No... it was my fault..." Edward mumbled.

"And the punishment for the slap?" Ross asked, though the look on her face said 'I'm so screwed for smacking a kid.'

"No, no, I won't do anything!" Edward said.

Both of the grown soldiers nearly collapsed to the floor from relief.

"But I will." I deadpanned as I pulled out my giant hammer of doom. "Come here, Brosh..."

Said soldier's eyes widened. "Where did you even keep that?"

"I'll never tell." Then tried to lift up the big-ass hammer. Emphasis on tried. It slipped out of my hands and fell through the floor. I looked down the hole I made and at the patients downstairs giving me a 'WTF was that? O_O' look. "Sorry! My bad!"

Later...

"NO WAY!"

Winry had wide eyes as she stared at me and Ed in body-casts. Why were we suddenly in body-casts? I'm give you two hints.

Major. Death-Hug.

I believe that's enough of a hint.

He glomped us the second he heard we were in the hospital. I was at least able to walk until he showed up. Damn muscles...

... Sorry, I'm snarky when I'm pissed off.

... Snarky is a word. Google it.

"I was wondering if you got hurt because the automail broke down... Because I didn't maintain it properly..."

Edward looked around with a slightly panicky look. "N-No, it's not your fault, Winry..."

"It's the missing bolt's fault." I said bluntly.

"Missing bolt...?" Winry looked freaked out that I knew.

"Yeah." I reached into her bag and pulled it out. "This one."

"..." KLANK!

AAH! THE WRENCH OF DOOM IS BACK!

Then Winry put away her wrench of doom and looked at Ed's tray of food. Which had nothing but crumbs and a bottle of milk on it.

"You left the milk." She glanced at me. "You did too."

Me and Ed looked at each other. Then at Winry. "We hate milk."

"IT'S BECAUSE YOU SAY STUFF LIKE, YOU'RE ALWAYS GONNA BE A MIDGET!"

"SHUT UP! THERE'S NO WAY I CAN DRINK WHITE STUFF SECRETED FROM A COW!" (... *thinks too hard* O_O ... I can never drink milk again... damn dirty mind...)

"I AGREE WITH ED! I PREFER CHOCOLATE MILK, DAMMIT!"

"YOU'RE BEING SELFISH!"

All hell broke lose as Alphonse managed to slip out of the room.

Well... there's the chappie for you. ^_^

Al: You should update sooner.

Ed: And write longer chapters.

Al: And stop writing Mary Sue fanfics.

Ed: And-

Me: Ok, I think we get it. -.-

Elric Bros: Review.