Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Type: Holiday fic, gen, slight AU
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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He could hear people out in the hallway laughing and talking, and not for the first time,
He’d had to pull a few people aside and chastise them for not getting their work done, which he hated to do, but work was work.
Closing the cabinet,
With a sigh,
“Hey boss,” Havoc greeted from inside the break room. “I got two kisses already this morning,” he boasted.
“Kisses from Hawkeye’s dog don’t count,” Falman pointed out from where he was putting money in the vending machine.
Bending over to retrieve his snack, Falman shook his head. “I’m not in on this. I’m just one of the spectators betting money on who will win.”
Falman nodded and opened the package. “My money is on you, sir.”
“So is mine!”
Not about to let the conversation be sidetracked, Havoc said irritably, “How interesting can it be if you all put your money on the same person.”
Havoc scowled. “Fine. You might get more kisses than me, but I bet you I can get a kiss out of Hawkeye under a mistletoe plant before you do!”
“Oh ho ho!”
“No way,” Falman said at the same time.
“Nope, but I bet you I could,” Havoc pressed.
“You got a deal,” he said. There was no way he’d lose to Havoc; especially not on this.
Havoc opened his mouth to say something, then stopped when a young sergeant poked his head in the room and said quickly, “Sir! The fuhrer is here!”
“Who is responsible for all of this?” the fuhrer asked sharply.
“That would be me, sir,”
“Did you get permission to set all of this up?” Fuhrer Bradley asked in a hard tone.
There was a long and very tense moment of silence before the fuhrer’s serious expression dropped and he laughed in amusement. “At ease, Colonel. I’m just having some fun with you. I heard about this Christmas thing and decided to come see these decorations for myself.” Feeling an overwhelming rush of relief,
“Very festive,” Fuhrer Bradley said as he examined the plants affixed to the walls, then he moved over and inspected the tree closely before looking to Fuery. The master sergeant had been in the middle of stringing lights around the window, but had stopped halfway through.
The fuhrer fingered the wires that held the panted lights together, then looked at Fuery. “Master Sergeant Fuery, I presume?”
Fuery seemed surprised and a little take aback that the fuhrer should know his name. “Y-y-yes, sir!”
“I’ve been told that you were the one to come up with this idea. Very clever.”
“Thank you, sir!” Fuery exclaimed, straightening and giving a solute.
“How quickly could these be produced in large quantities?”
Fuery seemed surprised by the question, but after a moment he said, “It would depend on the amount of materials and workers available, but if all of that was in place then it wouldn’t take very long.”
The fuhrer nodded thoughtfully, then turned to
“Have you read the newspaper this morning?”
Fuhrer Bradley nodded, then said, “I read an interesting article this morning about your holiday.”
Fullmetal’s holiday, not mine,
“It seems that there are people in Central who you or your men have come in contact with that have decided they would also like to celebrate Christmas.”
“It was a small article, but it shows that the interest is still there, and it seems to be growing.”
“What do you think would happen if everyone here in Central were given the opportunity to celebrate this holiday?”
“Pine trees would be brought into Central in droves, ornaments would need to be manufactured to decorate those trees. Lights like your master sergeant has created would be in high demand, not only for the trees but also for household decoration. And then there would be the people who would be buying gifts for friends, family, and neighbors—not counting the gifts that would be bought for their children in the place of this ‘Father Christmas’ character.”
“It would also be good to provide the general public more to think about than just their miserable lives and how cold, dark, and wet it is right now. A mid-winter holiday would definitely do some good.”
“I have decided that all of Central will celebrate this holiday,” Fuhrer Bradley said. “We still have a couple of weeks until the twenty-fifth. There is plenty of time.”
“An excellent idea, sir,”
The fuhrer grinned widely now. “I knew you’d say that. Since you’ve already devoted so much time to this project, I’m going to put you in charge of this undertaking.”
Standing now, Fuhrer Bradley walked over to him and put an arm around his shoulders. “Yes you. Put whoever you need on this. I want this to be a success.”
“But... sir... This is an old religious holiday... Some people probably won’t be interested in—”
“Then don’t focus on the religious aspect, Colonel. You’re not a religious man, and you started this new phenomenon.”
“Actually, I got the idea from Fullmetal...”
“Oh really? Well, even better. It is a children’s holiday after all. I especially want that boy involved.” The fuhrer laughed lightly and pounded
A/N: *grins* So who do you think will win in Mustang and Havoc’s little bet?
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