Happy FMA day XD
When Edward came to awareness, he found himself laying on his back, staring at a domed ceiling. Whatever he was laying on was fluffy and soft, and enveloped his perfectly average sized body like it was moulded to him.
Edward was very, very scared. Well, he wouldn't call it scared, exactly, more like completely and totally out of his depth in a very fancy, very unfamiliar place. More like a gilded prison, really. It's not like it really mattered anymore, though. Ed had traded away his gate for Alphonse's body. In theory, Al should be home; weak and frail but alive and in his body in the middle of a transmutation circle in Amestris.
Speaking of which, Ed didn't think he was in Amestris anymore. Ed tumbled out of bed, unused to his perfectly balanced, completely flesh body. Where had his automail gone?
"Master Tamaki?" An old woman called through the opulent pink door, concern lacing her voice. "Are you alright in there?"
"Yes, um, yes ma'am?" Edward hesitantly called, studying his surroundings. The room was mostly pink, with floor-to-ceiling windows taking up the entirety of the wall across from his door. The room was long and rectangular, with the bed and a tidy desk situated on the same wall as the door. A large collage of strangers was hung on an otherwise unmarked wall, and directly across from it were two less fancy doors.
"Don't forget you have school today, Master Tamaki." The woman said before the clicking of heels alerted to him that she was moving away.
"School…?" Ed muttered, opening and peeking out of the exit to find that 'his' room was situated at the end of a hall of the same garish color.
"Master Tamaki!" Gasped an extraordinarily plain girl in a maid outfit as she caught a glimpse of what he was wearing. "You're indecent!"
"What…?" Edward looked down to find himself wearing a pair of powder blue pants and a matching nightshirt. "I guess I am?"
"Please, you must get dressed!" The maid bustled into his room, marching across it to throw open one of the doors, which led to a walk-in closet. "Here," she said, eyes slightly averted as she held out a powder blue suit jacket, a white button-down shirt, a thin tie, and a pair of black slacks.
Edward stared blankly at her for a moment, before the maid sighed. "I thought rich people at least knew how to dress themselves," she muttered, before putting the uniform on the unmade bed. "Arms out," she ordered, and, startled, Ed moved to do her bidding. What next occurred was extremely disorienting and uncomfortable for Edward, but the next thing he knew he was stepping out of a black limo in front of a large pink building just as garish, if not more so, as the mansion he had just departed.
"There you are, Tamaki," an oily voice said from behind him.
"Bastard!" Ed growled, spinning to find himself face to face with an unknown black-haired man with a striking resemblance to his CO.
The man's glasses caught the light, hiding his widened eyes. Tamaki's face had been filled with rage (something he thought he'd never see the other wear) and relief, but as they made what Kyoya considered eye contact he practically radiated disappointment and confusion.
"Who are you?" Kyoya snapped. "Because you're definitely not that idiot Tamaki."