(A/N: Chibi, here. Taking a break from my on-going story. I want to let you know in order for you to understand this, you must have finished Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood. It's a reeeeallly small one-shot.Anyways, enjoy!)

"Shhh! Pfft...stop!" Winry whispered harshly. She covered her hand with her mouth, trying her hardest to stifle her laughter. Ed was laying on his back, his hands covering his face as he struggled to stay quiet as well. Ed turned to face her again but just ended sputtering all over Winry because he couldn't stop laughing. Winry groaned but his laughter was so contagious, she kept laughing too. He placed his left hand on her exposed waist, hoping it would stop her from making so much movement. Winry snorted halfway through her laugh and that just made Ed howl even more. Tears were streaming down his face and Ed felt his stomach beginning to hurt. The only light in the room was the one coming from the small lamp on top of the coffee table beside Ed. Ed held up the photo once more for the both of them to see. It was a picture of Roy finally the Fuhrer of the country, the person who would lead them to greatness, with the most incredibly funny looking mustache on his lip.

Winry placed her other hand on her stomach, pain crossing her face.

"Stop it! My stomach hurts from laughing so much!" she whispered through giggles. He waved his hand in front of him, a huge grin still on his face.

"Please let me go see him just so I can make fun of him. I beg you." Ed told Winry. Winry snorted again and she felt so bad. But the picture must have been some mistake. Yet, she knew it wasn't. Lieutenant Hawkeye had sent them the photo. She added in her letter "I intentionally looked at the camera because it's painful to see our Fuhrer with dirt on his lip." Winry remembered what Riza said and she had to sit up.

"Ed, put the photo away!" she whispered harshly, trying to control herself. Ed gave a gleeful sigh.

"This is definitely going up on our wall of pictures." he said to the ceiling. Winry looked down at him, smiling. Before she could open her mouth to say something, Al busted through the door.

"What is so funny!?" he yelled. Ed and Winry looked at each other and just smiled.

"Come here, come here!" Ed said, holding the photo to Al. Al snatched it, his sleeping bags as clear as day. He grumbled something underneath his breath before he looked at the photo. One look was all it took for the three of them to begin snorting and laughing again.

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