Shorts
FullMetal Alchemist Drabbles
By Icka! M. Chif
1: Hot
2: FullMetal's Brother
3: Conversation Hearts
4: Full Metal Al-Chemist
5: Hair Dye?
6: Contest
7: Fashion Change
8: Up with Miniskirts!
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It wasn’t merely hot.

It was SCORCHING.

Edward barely kept from panting as he staggered down the shadeless path, Alphonse following, unaffected by the heat.

*ding!*

Al opened his chest cavity, reached in side and pulled out a cookie tray. “They look done.” He commented, looking at the cookies. “Want one? Careful, they’re hot.”

Ed paused for a moment, then shrugged and reached to take one with his armored hand. Probably taste better than the eggs they’d fried on Al’s armor last week.

Just because they didn’t like their metal parts didn’t mean they couldn’t use them to their advantage.

-fin- 25-02-2004 Inspired by "Summertime" by vikki

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“It’s a pity…” A secretaries sighed as she glanced out the window and spotted the Elric Brothers walk by.

”What’s a pity?” Her co-worker wanted to know.

”Fullmetal Alchemist. He’s so cute, but…”

”So short?”

“So young.” The first woman corrected. “Give him a few years and he’ll be a knock-out. But that’s not much help now.”

”What about his brother?” A third woman joined in.

”Brother?”

”The tall guy in the armor beside Fullmetal.”

Visions of a taller, older, buffer Edward floated through their minds.

The next day, Alphonse found himself chased by hordes of women wielding can openers.

-fin- 25-02-2004

3
Ed noticed the candy tray sitting at the corner of Colonel Mustang’s desk and blinked “I wouldn’t take you as the type to celebrate Valentine’s Day.”

”Hmm?” Mustang raised an eyebrow. “Oh, the Candy Conversation Hearts?”

”Yeah.” Ed smirked.. “Getting soft in your old age?”

”Hardly.” Mustang smiled genteelly back. “Hughes’ wife gave everyone a bag of those candies. In fact, I have yours here.”

”Really?” Ed brightened as Mustang retrieved a ribbon topped bag from a drawer and tossed it at him. Ed caught it and spilled the candies into on hand.

WHAT’S UP

SMALL TALK

DRESS UP

”MUSTANG!!!!”

-fin- 01-03-2004

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“Oh! So YOU’RE the Full Metal Alchemist.” The blonde tavern wench giggled at Edward after having been pointed the correct direction by Alphonse. “So why are you called that if he’s the one that’s full metal?”

Ed grinned at her, belying the angry vein pop on his forehead. “Because I’m the chemist who created Alphonse’s full armour.”

”Oooh!!!” She squealed, clapping her hands as enlightenment dawned. “I get it! You’re Full Metal Al’s Chemist! Tee-hee!”

”Exactly.” Ed grin turned painful.

Al lovingly brought a fist down on top of his brother’s head. ”It’s not funny if you explain the joke.”

-fin- 03-03-2004

5
“How many people do you know have gold eyes?” Havoc mused out loud as he sat back in his chair.

Hughes raised an eyebrow as he dug through some files.. “Just one. It’s very rare.”

”Yeah.” Havoc scratched his head. “Kinda unique, hair and eyes the same colour. Wonder if he dyes his hair to match?”

The Intelligence officer pondered it for a moment before smirking. “I bet the Colonel would know.”

The two men paused, looking at each other as the statement sunk in. Then Hughes sat forward again, suddenly finding his work highly interesting.

“I ain’t asking him.”

-fin- 10-03-2004

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“Hughes, I was wondering-“

”Shh!”

Mustang blinked as Havoc motioned for silence without turning around. “I beg your pardon?”

”Shh!” Havoc glanced up, an irritated look vanishing as he realized who he was talking to. “Colonel Mustang, sir! Sorry!”

”What’s going on?” Mustang glanced over Havoc’s head to find Alphonse sitting across from Hughes, both with expressions of intense concentration. Or at least as intense as a suit of armour can look.

”Staring contest.”

”Staring contest?”

”Yup. Going on 10 minutes.”

Mustang mulled this over. “Can Alphonse blink?”

”Finding out now sir.”

”Nevermind then.” Mustang turned to leave. “Carry on.”

-fin- 03-04-2004 Because really, how can armour see?

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Edward looked at his bigger little brother and tried very very hard not to sweatdrop. It took a great deal of effort not to do so, but it wasn’t really polite to laugh at your siblings.

He cleared his throat delicately. "Uh, Al?"

Metal squeaked as Al looked down at him, eyes glowing with a puppy dog confused expression. "Yes, Niisan?"

"When, uh... you said you were going to try to change your look, that's not -quite- what I had pictured."

Alphonse looked down at the brown leather chaps covering his metal legs in puzzlement. "I thought everyone liked leather."

-fin- 23-04-2004 in the manga, Al's trying various things to be more popular. and fangirls love leather. >D

8
"Today is the day!" Mustang announced triumphantly. "Hawkeye! Send out a memo announcing a change in the dress code!"

"Mini-skirts?!" Havoc almost but not quite cheered.

"Mini-skirts!" Mustang affirmed proudly.

Wild cheers erupted from the men in his office, rocking the building.

Hawkeye sighed, a long-suffering expression on her face. "For all officers, sir?" She reiterated.

Amid the earth shaking noise, Mustang nodded.

Hawkeye shrugged and did exactly as she was told.

The next day, there were little to no protests from the female officers over the change in dress code.

However, there were quite a few from the men.

-fin- 23-03-2004

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