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39. Fun and Games
In the Fuhrer's large estate (which is inherited through the position, passed down from the original royal family to the dictator, though lately an elected government has been granted some of the power) a small (in the scheme of things) ball is being held. The guest list is exclusive, including Brigadier General Armstrong and her brother General Armstrong. Polite chatter and waltzes are shared and it all seems very dull, especially since the excitement and danger during the promised day, and the elated feeling that had floated around afterwards.
This is when the lights flicker and die. They can hear a window being shattered and while a few society wives scream, most concentrate on fumbling for their concealed weaponry. The door creaks open, everyone holds their breath and then… the light flickers on.
"Shit, Mustang. Is this really what you do for fun?"
"Edward?"
"The one and only!" A golden haired vision, wearing a silky Xingese top and leather trousers walked in like she owned the place, followed by … "Ling?" asks Hawkeye in confusion. "Aren't you supposed to be in Xing?"
"It's Greed. And haven't you heard that the Emperor is visiting Amestris on business?" He leans in close. "The rumours say he's only a few days away now." Ed pulls him back.
"Stop teasing, Greed." She smiles and Mustang feels a shiver run down his spine. "They look like they need someone to show them how to party."
Greed has exactly the same smile. This is not reassuring.
"Fullmetal-"
"Chill, Mustang. It's gonna be awesome."
"That is exactly what I was afraid of." He sighs. Hawkeye, as the best and most efficient subordinate ever, takes this as her cue to get more drinks.
"Heinkel, get better booze, and get some games going. Darius, hit the lights." The two hulking figures that had done an admirable job of staying in the background and not getting noticed move to their places.
"And you, Kitten?" Greed asks softly.
"We," she grins, "are going to change that god-awful classical music and get this party started!"
And indeed that is what happens. In the morning, editions of the news show photos of the house with red, blue and green lighting. There are reports of loud music, unlike the traditional waltzes, with trumpet music and strong rhythms- more like those played in backstreet clubs than at military functions. A few gossip papers hint that they saw the shadow of the Emperor of Xing there, and indeed some of his most trusted advisers, as well as the photos of the damage that is visible in the Fuhrer's house- likely from the unorthodox fireworks, and there is also what looks like a motorbike in the Fuhrer's sitting room next to the shattered window. It seems as if it ended up as quite some party.
A.N: the world needs some more exasperated mustang
there was a live orchestra- ed exchanged them for a jazz band in a pre-planned move