Weeeell, I'm going to say everything afterwards, because if I say it before, it will ruin the mood. But it is post manga/brotherhood. Good reading!
(Break)
The (ungodly early) morning found Roy, Ed, and Al groggily sitting in Central Command where the exams were to be held. The giant, steaming multi-gallon container filled to the brim with coffee, sitting on the table next to them, was practically their lifeline at that time.
"Uhgg..." Ed complained. "Al, why did I agree to this?"
"I honestly don't know, brother," Al groaned back.
As the hour wore on, the alchemists set on taking the exam trickled in. Ed pointed out all the weird looking guys, and Al pointed out that he didn't see a single woman, naturally depressing the Fuhrur, despite his married status. (Guess who!)
After the doors being shut rather majestically by Colonel Armstrong, the Fuhrur stood.
"Welcome to this year's alchemy exam. This year, we are looking for a more alchemists who are willing to help the people of the country, not murder innocent people. This is the writing portion. You must fill in the test questions You have an hour. Any questions?"
A rather thin man raised his hand tentatively. Mustang nodded at him. "Aren't the other people at the judging table usually generals?"
Mustang nodded. "Yes. But this year, I've decided that since I'm looking for alchemists to help the people. So I invited the Elric brothers to join me up here."
Excited murmurs danced around the room.
The Fuhrur held his hand up for silence. The room slowly quieted down, and the questions continued.
(Break)
Half an hour later, the test had begun, and the only noise in the vast hall was the scrape of chairs and scribbling of pens.
Up at the Fuhrur's judging table, Ed was nodding off, despite all his coffee, while Al kept nudging his brother to keep him awake. Roy on the other hand, had had too much coffee. Not only did he need to expend his energy, he seriously needed to use the little boy's room. He quickly thought up a plan to satisfy both.
Roy snapped his fingers and a small explosion tore some of the roof apart, the debris starting to fall towards the screaming alchemists (They weren't allowed chalk in the exam room, if you were wondering about alchemy.), dust eveloping the room.
Al swiftly clapped his hands before anyone could get hurt, and mended the ceiling
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"What the h*** was that for!" Ed shouted at the Fuhrur, only to find him gone, running, no, sprinting towards the bathrooms.
In the swirling mass, no one could find him, so when it was cleared, Roy was calmly back in his seat, looking much relieved and rather smug.
Ed leaned over to him with a smirk. "Had too much coffee, huh?"
(Break)
Heh heh. Whaddaya think? I have to say I like my story XD. Tell me what you think! :D
Actually the real idea when I was writing this was to make to be a serious impression of the state alchemy exam, but I guess I wasn't paying attention and this is what happened. Eh heh… :) It was also for another story. I don't know if I'll have to redo that or not… that story isn't supposed to be funny… I don't think. :P Well, I'll stop troubling you with my life. Danke for reading!