Disclaimer: Dear Hiromu Arakawa and/or Seiji Muzushima, why can't I own FMA?
Author's Note: If you can't tell, this story is inspired by the piece of fan art, that I'm sure you've all seen, that depicts many characters from FMA on a set for what seems to be a TV Show, presumably Fullmetal Alchemist. I used to have a failed link right here, but they added story covers, so look at that for the picture.
"KATTO!" yelled a voice with a thick Japanese accent from off-set. "Edoado! You can't raff when Arufonsu cawrs out your name!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." chuckled the short actor, standing up. "It's not my fault he sounds hilarious screaming it! I mean come on, gimme a break!"
The suit of armor stood up and Envy changed back into, well, Envy. Alphonse took off the helmet, revealing a young boy with a bandana on, and smiled. Envy looked confused and scratched his head. How- How did we do all those shots where it showed the empty suit of armor, then? He thought.
Edward took off his shirt and vest, which were now caked with fake blood, revealing a sleeveless black t-shirt. He slung a towel over his shoulders and headed for the break room, just outside the set. "Hey, Winry, let's go back to the hotel, I'm tired from a day of shooting. Hey, Mr. Muzushima, is it alright if I leave?"
"Go ahedd," said the man from earlier, Seiji Muzushima, with a sigh, "Anozer faired firmingu sesshon…" he whispered to himself
"Brother!" yelled Alphonse, "Wait up!" Edward sprinted towards the door, past Mustang and Hawkeye, who were sitting in canvas chairs.
"See ya!" Ed called to them. Roy just waved his hand dismissively, and Riza smiled.
Ed, Winry, and Al barely got out the door before they we hounded by the paparazzi.
"Shit!" Winry cursed under her breath in a very out of character manner. "TAXIIIIII!"
A taxi drove up and the three of them got in. "Where to?" asked the cab driver.
"The Western Shinjuku Astina Hotel, please," said Alphonse, politely.
The cab driver looked shocked. "A set of fancy armor and the biggest hotel in Tokyo? What are you guys, rich or something?" he asked.
"No," Edward replied, "We're actors."
"For what?" the cab driver asked, derping heavily.
"...You can't tell? Fullmetal Alchemist."