I've been rereading the manga and found motivation to do this again. ._. I understand that a lot of you are mad. Here's your new chapter. I don't own FMA.
"I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS DAMN BODY!"
That's what Winry and I walked in on. Al was standing up and glaring at Ed.
You could cut the tension in the air with a butter knife.
"I never asked... for this damn body..." Al repeated.
"I'm sorry, Al." Edward said quietly. "...You're right. It's my fault that all of this happened. That's why I want to get you back to normal as soon as possible."
"Is there really any guarantee that we can get our original bodies back?"
"AL!" I shouted. "YOU'RE NOT A FAKE SOUL!"
"PROVE IT!" AL shouted back. "WHAT IF EVERYONE IS LYING TO ME? SO 'BIG BROTHER', WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY TO THAT?"
SLAM. Edward got up. "You were... keeping all of that bottled up this whole time? Is that what you wanted to tell me?" Edward finally smiled sadly. "...I see." Then he left.
SMACK! KLANK!
Al fell down to the floor. Looking up at me and Winry.
"W-Winry! Mischief!"
"IDIOT!" I slapped him again. My hand hurt like hell, but it didn't matter. Winry kept bashing him with her wrench.
"YOU DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HE FEELS, DO YOU?"
"HE THINKS YOU BLAME HIM FOR EVERYTHING THAT'S HAPPENED! THE BOND OF TWO BROTHERS ISN'T SOMETHING YOU JUST FAKE!"
Winry pointed to the door. "Go after him."
"Um...okay..." Al ran out.
I walked out to the hallway with the confused soldiers.
"Shouldn't you help, Miss Mischief?"
"Can't. 'Tis still a brother's quarrel."
...
Standing in the doorway was Bradley.
"'Sup, Wra-" I stopped before I could finish the word.
If looks could kill, Bradley's death-glare could've killed me at least 20 times over.
"Wra... Wra... Radical! My totally radical Fuhrer King Bradley, sir!"
The Fuhrer sweatdropped. "Hello, Mischief."
"What brings you here, Mr. President?" Hughes asked.
"To visit them, of course!" Bradley laughed. "Now, I've heard you've been snooping around the military."
"How did-?"
"Dude, he's the Fuhrer. Of course he knows."
"Anyways," Bradley's face got all serious. "I will not allow you to speak of this to anyone or stick your neck in this matter any further! Trust no one! Assume the entire military is your enemy!" Then he went back to cheery-mode. "When I call you, make sure you're prepared."
"Yes, sir!"
Then Bradley heard his bodyguards and started to make his subtle get-away through the window.
"Bye Wra- Righteous Leader, sir!"
Note to self: Stop talking to Wrath.
Here's your chappie. Sorry.
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