Disclaimer: FMA is totally the property of others, not me.

Pairing: None really, unless you are willing to squint really hard.

Summary: Roy has decided that his paperwork should have a greater purpose.

Notes: This is somewhat linked to the previous drabble, but not quite a continuation.

FMA Drabble 24:

Paper

Colonel Mustang looked at the towering pile of paperwork on his desk and sighed. Finishing the entire stack of documents would take forever, if he ever actually got to the end of it all, that is. He had been working on it for almost two hours without a single break, and that feat had already broken all his past records of doing paperwork. However, as he sat staring at the pile of paper sitting stubbornly on his table, he actually felt that the stack of paper had increase in size, rather than shrunken from his efforts.

If I continue on any longer, I think I'll just go mad! Mustang thought to himself. If I'm not already mad from all this work.

He looked over at his subordinates. None of them had been willing to help him, each also having piles of their own paperwork to complete. Currently, they were all still going at it, every face a mask of great concentration. He sighed again.

This room is becoming stifled with all this seriousness. The raven-haired Colonel thought, shaking his head slightly.

He tried to follow the others, to continue his work, but within minutes, Mustang had given up once more.

What we need is some entertainment to relieve some stress off everyone. Mustang told himself. Too bad Ed is'nt here. He would definately be able to think of something fun.

He then seriously contemplated the idea of snapping his fingers and burning all of the paper to ashes, but decided that it would be too boring.

What if I made all of this paper fly around the room? he wondered idly. Now that should be quite interesting.

Mustang smiled, and picked up his pen once more. But instead of scribbling his signature on the paper, he drew an alchemic array on the paper. He did this for the next piece as well, and the next, and the next, until nearly half the stack was through. Then he stopped, and smirked.

Let's hope this works.

Mustang slammed his palms on to the mess of paper that was on his table, and activated the multitude of alchemy circles that he had drawn. The pieces of paper on his table folded themselves into the shape of wings, and started zooming all over the room, flying into everything. Immediately, there was chaos.

Fuery dived under his desk, hiding from a stack of paper wings which had gone after him, while Havoc fell off his chair in surprise. Falman ran out of the room, still being chaced by several pieces of paper, and Hawkeye put down her pen and sighed, pointedly ignoring the paper that was spiralling around her. Mustang laughed, then drew another array across the remaining paper on his desk and activated it, causing them to fly into the air. It was as if the room had been hit by a blizzard of paper.

It took several minutes before the pieces of animate paper finally fell back down on the ground.

"Could you please warn us before you do that again, boss? That really surprised me." Havoc said as he stood up, removing several pieces of paper that had gotten stuck in various parts of his uniform. Then he grinned. "It was funny, though. I've never seen paper flying like that before."

Mustang's smile widened. "Glad you liked it."

END
Notes: I'd have to thank a reviewer, demon thing, for the idea of this drabble, although this might or might not be what she meant. Review please :)

Add. Notes: Thank you to all my great reviewers! RoyEd and other pairings should be back in the next drabble or so.