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Father Christmas - Chapter 7

Title: Father Christmas
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG
Type: Holiday fic, gen, slight AU
Pairings: None
Warnings: Some Language
Summary: Through the reluctant efforts of one man and his eager ‘elves’, Christmas is brought to Central City and most especially to two young alchemists.

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A/N: I'm sorry I'm slow at replying to comments right now. I'm really busy with packing and trying to find a place to move (and other RL stuffs ^ ^; ), but I will reply soon. Thanks for understanding. ^_^

 

 

Father Christmas

 

7

 

Unexpected Turn

 

 

Colonel Juliette Douglass, secretary to the fuhrer, knocked lightly on the door to the inner office of Fuhrer Bradley.  Not bothering to wait for a reply, she opened the door and let herself inside.  Bradley, a well built man in his early fifties was sitting at his desk going through a few papers. 

 

He didn’t look up as she set a cup of coffee and a newspaper down at the end of his desk, so she waited silently to see if he needed anything from her.  His brow darkened as he poured over the documents in his hands, then he put them down and took a sip of the coffee before looking up at her. 

 

“This country needs something...” he mused out loud.  “The economic situation in the larger cities, especially here in Central City, is worsening.  Something new needs to be done...”

 

“Are you considering a war, sir?” she asked without much emotion.

 

“Hmmm...” he mused, then took another sip before putting the coffee down and opening the newspaper.  “Perhaps...”  A long pause, then, “You’re dismissed.”

 

She curtly nodded once, then turned and walked quickly from the room.  As she shut the door and headed across the large open area that served partially as her office, and partially as the fuhrer’s antechamber, her mind was already filled with a list of things she needed to accomplish.  People to call, memos to write...

 

After about fifteen minutes, the door to the fuhrer’s inner office opened, and she looked up in surprise.  He rarely came out that soon after receiving his morning coffee and newspaper. 

 

“Sir?” she asked, and stood respectfully.

 

He had a pleased look on his face as he approached her.  “Does the word ‘Christmas’ mean anything to you?” he asked.

 

“I’ve heard it before, sir.”

 

One of his eyebrows raised in surprise.  “Really?”

 

“Yes, sir.  I received a memo from Captain Candland from section 6 concerning the matter.  It seems that Colonel Roy Mustang has decided to celebrate it in his section.”  She stopped, considering whether she should expound on the matter further, then added, “I’ve done a bit of research on the holiday since then.”

 

“Mustang, huh?” Fuhrer Bradley mused in amusement.  He rubbed thoughtfully at his chin, then grinned broadly.  “Come with me.  I think I want to see what Colonel Mustang has been up to, and you’re going to tell me everything you’ve researched on the way.”

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