Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood
Context: Back in 2015 I came across this post where the artist fixes the absurd decision in the series end credits to give Roy the worst mustache imaginable. Make sure to click to see, but the idea is that he never grew that mustache—Ed just drew on the photo. And like the drabble before this one, I couldn't help but reblog the post with a story, so this is for archiving purposes.
“Sara Trisha Elric stop hitting your brother with that wrench!” The doorbell rang, briefly capturing Winry’s attention.
“You can come on in! Door’s open!” she yelled. The door creaked as she tore the offending tool from her daughter. “Now go over there and apologize to your brother or else!”
“My, my it’s sure lively in here.” Roy and Riza stood in the entryway, laden with gifts and dressed in civilian clothes.
“Oh, Mustang, Riza! Glad you could make it!”
“We wouldn't dream of missing this.” Riza chuckled. “Ed would have both our heads.”
Roy huffed. “Speak for yourself. This is merely an excuse to get away from all that paperwork.” He glanced to his right where Winry and Ed pinned all the pictures they received from friends and family. “Wow, there’s hardly any room left.”
“Yeah, we’ll have to get another one soon since our family keeps growing so much.”
“At this rate the entire wall—what the hell?!” Roy pointed a finger at one picture in particular. “What is that thing doing on my face?!”
Winry winced. He was bound to find out sooner or later. “Well you see um … Ed got to it before Al could sto—”
“Hey Winry, did Al and Mei make it yet?” Ed bounded into the room with garland haphazardly draped across his neck. “I wanted to—oh great. It’s you.”
“Care to explain that hideous thing you drew on my face?!”
Ed frowned and glanced to where Roy was pointing. Instantly his mouth curled into a sadistic smile. “What’s the matter, Colonel Mustang? I was only trying to help make you look more like a sophisticated gentleman~” he cooed. “Everyone knows you need all the help you can get.”
“Sophisticated my ass! That thing makes me look like a complete idiot! And for the last time, that’s Brigadier General Mustang to you!”
Ed snorted. “What do I care? You’ll forever be Colonel Bastard to me!”
“I thought some time spent in the countryside would have improved your manners but it appears I was wrong, pipsqueak!”
“Pipsqueak? I’m just as tall as you now dumbass, and unlike you I’m still growing!”
“Doesn’t matter! To me you’ll always be that tiny little shrimp I found crying on my doorstep!”
“I was never crying on your doorstep, asshole!”
Off to the side and now completely forgotten, Riza and Winry sighed in unison. “Happy Holidays?” Riza said dryly. “Sorry about him.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Winry casually rested the confiscated wrench against her shoulder and stared at Ed fondly. “I know he’ll never admit it but he misses this.”
“—children and you don’t, so stop treating me like a fucking kid—”
“DON’T SWEAR IN FRONT OF THE CHILDREN!”
