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scriveynerTitle: Famous Last Words
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed + Al
Rating: T
Length: 340
Summary: "You are ridiculous, brother."
Alphonse shook his head, feet dangling from the top bunk. Edward wasn’t quite sure how he’d managed to climb up there, but as he still required a cane and some patience to get around, he wasn’t sure he actually wanted to know. “You are ridiculous, brother."
Edward yanked the heavy blanket back up over his head and screwed his eyes shut. Maybe if he ignored Alphonse, his brother would give up and go away like a neglected dog. The odds of that actually happening though were ridiculously low, especially since Alphonse leaned over the bunk and started prodding at Edward’s prone form with the pointy end of his cane. "Don’t go back to sleep."
"Go AWAY,” Edward grumbled, inching away from the annoyance. “Go away and leave me to die."
"I don’t know what you’re so upset about,” Alphonse continued. “I mean, the colonel kissed you. Wasn’t that what you wanted?"
Wasn’t it?
Edward groaned and turned his face into the pillow, trying to push the memory of the kiss out of his mind. He wasn’t sure who was more surprised, him or Winry, given that she was his freaking DATE to the military ball - or that fact that Mustang finally developed the balls to act on the attraction that had been sparking between them for the past two years. (He would bet that was spurred on by the fact that Edward actually brought a date to the ball - bastard had to act fast before his chance was gone forever!)
"I hate you,” Edward said into the pillow, unsure if he meant his annoyance of a younger brother, or the man who was turning his stomach into a roiling ball of anxiety. “Fuckin’ HATE you."
"Yeah, yeah,” Alphonse said, feet still kicking. “That’s what you’ve said for years.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed + Al
Rating: T
Length: 340
Summary: "You are ridiculous, brother."
Alphonse shook his head, feet dangling from the top bunk. Edward wasn’t quite sure how he’d managed to climb up there, but as he still required a cane and some patience to get around, he wasn’t sure he actually wanted to know. “You are ridiculous, brother."
Edward yanked the heavy blanket back up over his head and screwed his eyes shut. Maybe if he ignored Alphonse, his brother would give up and go away like a neglected dog. The odds of that actually happening though were ridiculously low, especially since Alphonse leaned over the bunk and started prodding at Edward’s prone form with the pointy end of his cane. "Don’t go back to sleep."
"Go AWAY,” Edward grumbled, inching away from the annoyance. “Go away and leave me to die."
"I don’t know what you’re so upset about,” Alphonse continued. “I mean, the colonel kissed you. Wasn’t that what you wanted?"
Wasn’t it?
Edward groaned and turned his face into the pillow, trying to push the memory of the kiss out of his mind. He wasn’t sure who was more surprised, him or Winry, given that she was his freaking DATE to the military ball - or that fact that Mustang finally developed the balls to act on the attraction that had been sparking between them for the past two years. (He would bet that was spurred on by the fact that Edward actually brought a date to the ball - bastard had to act fast before his chance was gone forever!)
"I hate you,” Edward said into the pillow, unsure if he meant his annoyance of a younger brother, or the man who was turning his stomach into a roiling ball of anxiety. “Fuckin’ HATE you."
"Yeah, yeah,” Alphonse said, feet still kicking. “That’s what you’ve said for years.”
