Yes, I’m alive and still at the convention. I can’t sleep. Whatever. Here’s chapter two…

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After escaping from even more fangirls, Edward was able to find Alphonse and make his way up to his room, all the way on the seventh floor. (“Who cares about Colonel Bastard? He can find his way up here on his own…”)

Since the elevator was crawling with fangirls, Edward and Alphonse were forced to use the stairs. This left Edward a bit tired, especially from all the travelling that day (hey, you’d be tired, too, if you had to travel to another dimension!). Alphonse had offered to carry him, but, stubborn as he was, Edward did not accept.

The room was quite quaint, complete with two beds, three chairs, a table, a bathroom, and something called a “television”. It also had two phones and a book with information about the hotel.

Edward stayed up late watching said television, flipping through the channels as if there was no tomorrow. He was up long past when Roy arrived, which was at about midnight. And, despite his brother’s protests, he made his way to sleeping around four in the morning, when nothing interesting was on.

Five hours later, he awoke to the sound of his superior, chatting it up on the phone. Edward really, really, really didn’t want to get out of bed. It was so warm, compared to the chilled temperature of the room. Wait. It wasn’t this cold when he had gone to sleep…

“Morning, Brother.” Alphonse greeted with a small wave.

Edward cleared his throat, but soon realized that it ached, along with his upper back. For some reason. He attempted clearing his now-sore throat again, only in resulting in paining it more. Okay, bad idea. “Hey, Al.” He responded, forcing a smile. Edward coughed a few times to try and get rid of the scratchy sound in his voice.

“Brother? Are you feeling okay?” Alphonse asked, worry evident in his own voice.

“It’s just my throat,” Edward assured him, “…and maybe my head. And it’s really cold in here….” He listed, feeling a bit guilty, though he didn’t know why.

“You might have a fever.” Alphonse noted, the worry still hanging on with every word. “Do you think you got sick from all that traveling? And not getting much sleep last night…and it was raining last night…”

“Nah,” Edward replied with a forced grin. “I’m fine.” He lifted his small frame from the bed, then became aware of how dizzy he was. Though he knew giving his head a shake to ‘clear it’ was a bad idea, Edward did it anyway.

“Are you sure?” Alphonse asked. “You do look a bit pale….”

“I’m okay, Al.” Edward reassured him. “Probably just tired…” He coughed a few times, forcing himself to sit down again.

Alphonse clanked over to his brother to get a better look at him. “I don’t think you should go to the convention today…” He informed Edward. “Your cheeks are a bit flushed….and your nose, too…..” He observed.

Edward shook his head. “It’s okay…I’ll be fine.” He said, followed by a bit of coughing.

“Brother, you’re visibly ill. Anyone could tell that you’re not feeling well…do you really want to make that impression at the convention?”

“…not really….” Edward mumbled.

“They’ll probably just run up to you with tissues and aspirin. I love you Edward!” A young woman’s voice shouted from the phone. Roy quickly covered the speaker with his hands. Had she been listening to their whole conversation?

Edward truthfully did not want something along those lines to occur, but he really, really, really hated being confined to such a small space, such as the hotel room, even if he was, though he wouldn’t admit it, tired as hell. Not like hell was tired or anything. Unless it was…..

Whatever, I’m getting off topic.

Edward’s thoughts were interrupted by Alphonse, who, again, strongly suggested that he stay in the room for the day.

“Alphonse,” Roy said, “Fullmetal has numerous events scheduled for today, he can’t miss them.” He reminded them. “Unless, of course…” His voice trailed off.

“What?” Edward asked.

“I take over them for you. Obviously, I’d have to give them an excuse to why I’m your replacement, but that can be arranged.” Roy finished. “We just have to inform the staff of why you’re unable to attend.”

“That,” Alphonse responded, “Doesn’t sound like a bad idea…what do you think, Brother?”

Edward crossed his arms. “I was invited to the convention, and just cuz of a damn cold, I have to miss it and let him take over?”

“Would you rather go down there yourself?” Roy offered, a smirk spread across his lips.

Edward coughed in response.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’.” Roy said confidently. “Well, in that case, I’ll be going downstairs if anyone needs me!” And before you could say ‘dokosamaisliketotallywastingmytimewiththisfanfic’, he was gone.

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Roy stepped into the room where the panel was located, only to be greeted by many different, well, greetings.

“Hey! It’s Roy Mustang!! THIS IS AWESOME!!”

“Where’s Ed?”

“Dude, look! That’s a damn good cosplay!”

“You suck! Rangers all the way!!”

“I’m like sooo glad you invited me to this convention, Lynn!”

“I’m hungry!”

“When’s the panel gonna start?”

“What’s with all the FMA cosplays?”

“Niagara falls is cool.”

Roy held up a hand, as if motioning for everyone to quiet down. They obeyed, save for one girl in a catgirl outfit, talking to an older girl in a kimono. About hula hoops. Green hula hoops. Yes.

Roy made his way to the table, took a sip of coke, and sat down. The microphone, which was much too low for him (haha, irony), was highered by Eryn, the staff member who had assisted Edward the day before.

“You may all be wondering where Fullmetal is today, right?”

A chorus of ‘yes’s, ‘I don’t care’s, and applause was heard throughout the room.

“To answer your question,” Roy started, “He wasn’t feeling well this morning, so he asked—no, pleaded—me to take over his panels and tasks for the day.” He lied. Well, the first part was true, at least…

“Gasp! Edward’s sick?! LET’S GO TAKE CARE OF HIM LIKE OH MY GOD!!”

“Aww, poor thing.”

“I doubt he begged you…for anything.”

“Well, at least we get you, the handsome, charming, strong, intelligent, powerful Colonel Roy Mustang…” Wow, what a suck up.

“I bet you’re lying.”

“I hope Edward feels better!”

“Ania,” Inside joke. Sorry. Couldn’t resist…

Wow. Edward had a helluva fanbase going on here. ‘I bet I have twice as much!’ Roy thought to himself.

“Does anyone have questions that do not relate to Fullmetal whatsoever?” Roy asked. Multiple patches of hands, gloves, and…were those flippers? shot up.

“Yes, you.” Roy pointed to a girl wearing some sort of…Inuyasha cosplay. Not that Roy or anyone knows what an “Inuyasha” is.

“How do you get your hair to be so shiny and smooth?” She asked.

“Lather, rinse, repeat.” Roy answered. “Next.” He pointed to a small girl in the front.

“Where were you born?” She asked.

Well. That was rather personal. “I was born in, ah…” Roy paused. Would any of these people know where Amestris was? Probably not (little did he know, that nearly everyone, minus parents and younger siblings, knew). “A land, far away.”

“We know it was somewhere in Amestris, but where?” someone I don’t feel like describing asked.

“I grew up in the country.” Roy answered (it’s true, in the manga, he talks about growing up in said area). “Next.” He pointed at a tall boy in a Kakashi (not like Roy knew what a “Kakashi” was, either) cosplay.

“Are you really Roy Mustang, or is that just a really good cosplay?” He asked.

Roy smirked. “I am, in fact, Colonel Roy Mustang.” He answered simply. “Next.” He motioned toward a girl in a Chinese-style dress who had entered during Roy’s explanation of where he grew up.

“Where’s Edward?” She asked. Everyone groaned.

“As I said before, he wasn’t feeling well this morning, so I took over his panel.” Roy said, suppressing a sigh. “Next.” He pointed to a girl, who looked…roughly in her early twenties.

She giggled. “Will you, like, go out with me?” She asked.

“Give me your number and we’ll talk.”

A chorus of ‘ooh’s were heard throughout the room before Roy held his hand up again. It quieted down again, and the girl’s face was bright red.

And since I don’t feel like describing anything else, I’ll say that a few more questions were asked, and one girl, who was, in fact, a yaoi fangirl, asked him about his “relationship with Ed”. She was kicked out of the room, personally escorted by Roy himself.

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Meanwhile, back in the room…..

Insert Dramatic Music Here. No, wait. Don’t insert any music. Music makes Ania sing, which is annoying. Haha, Ania.

There were at least eleven fangirls pounding on Edward’s hotel room door. Alphonse had peeked out to say that his brother was sleeping and to please quiet down, but the squealing and knocking never ceased.

When less than ten minutes had passed, Edward’s eyes snapped open, though he deeply regretted it afterwards. He found it difficult to breathe, due to both respiratory and sinus congestion. Did the world just hate him? Why did it have to choose this weekend for him to be sick?

He coughed a few times as he tried to sit up. “Brother?” Alphonse called from the other side of the room.

“Al…what’s outside the door?” Edward asked curiously.

“Um…” Alphonse stammered, “Just a few girls who wanted to drop by. I told them you were sleeping…” He said.

Edward laid back down, his head hitting the pillow. Hard. “Ah...ow.” He paused. “Thanks. I think I might try to sleep some more…” He told Alphonse as he shut his eyes.

Moments later, he opened them again. “I can’t sleep,” He announced. “I keep hearing that bastard’s voice—“ He was interrupted when the door was unlocked and swung open, revealing a proud-looking Mustang with a girl around each shoulder—one with shoulder-length blond hair, pulled back, and the other with thick, wavy brown hair in a (you guessed it) schoolgirl outfit.

The three stepped into the room, shutting the door behind them. The brunette immediately rushed over to Edward. “Aw, you were right!! He is really cute!” She exclaimed, giggling. Edward gave her a confused look, in which she responded, “Awwww! Ilovehim!”

Roy walked over, the blond girl clinging to the entire left side of his body. “Yes, is certainly, is adorable, isn’t he?” Edward could indicate the obvious hint of sarcasm in his voice, and was in the middle of rolling his eyes when Roy patted him on the head, resulting in a wince.

“Awww!” Both girls cooed. The brunette repeated Roy’s action; Edward winced again. The blond did the same.

“Could you all stop doing that?” Edward asked impatiently.

“Ohhh! He’s so cute!” The blond squealed. “Of course we will, sweetheart.” She giggled again. Edward pulled the three blanket, plus comforter, over his head angrily.

“Hello,” Alphonse greeted both newcomers cheerfully, after their whole ‘episode’ was over. “I’m Alphonse; Edward’s brother.”

“Wow, you must be strong to carry that armor around…” The brunette observed. “May I touch it?”

“I’d rather you didn’t.” Alphonse answered truthfully.

“Okay!” She agreed cheerfully. “So, how many years older than him are you? Four, five? Six?”

“I’m a year younger.” Alphonse corrected.

They both gasped slightly, still smiling. “But you’re so much taller!” The blond informed him.

“…” Alphonse didn’t respond. Edward coughed twice from under the four layers of blankets.

“Well, I’m Allison.” The blond introduced herself.

“I’m Gianna.” The brunette finished. “Nice to meet you!” They shook hands. Alphonse and Gianna, then Alphonse and Allison. Not Allison and Gianna, because that would be weird.

“I met them both downstairs in the dealer room after Gianna had dropped her bags.” Roy informed him.

“I’m such a klutz.” Gianna cut in with a laugh.

“Well, being polite, I invited them both to my room. And they gladly accepted, to here we are.” Roy finished.

“This isn’t just your room, you can’t invite anyone you want in here.” Edward called hoarsely (and…muffeledly, but I don’t think that’s a word.) from the bed.

The girls looked at eachother, smiling, as if indicating how “cute” Edward was. Again.

Roy ignored, him, and started a conversation with everyone (minus Edward, who contributed once in a while, while claiming it was impossible to sleep through all that noise). It went smoothly, overall. Until Edward finally fell asleep (after a brief coughing fit). Then. There was an awkward silence.

“So,” Alphonse started, “where are you two from?” He asked, referring to Gianna and Allison.

“Well, I’m from Chicago—“ Allison started.

“—and I’m from California.” Gianna finished. “We talked a bit online until finally meeting up at KanaCon! Cool, huh?”

Roy gave Alphonse a look, as if saying ‘do you have any idea what they’re talking about?’. Alphonse shook his head.

“Where are you two from?” Allison asked them both.

Roy was about to answer ‘Amestris’, when Gianna interrupted. “You don’t have to wear the act anymore and say you’re from,” She paused, and said “Amestris.” In a somewhat mocking-like voice, “You can tell us where you’re REALLY from.”

“I’m serious, we’re both from Amestris.” Alphonse tried to convince them.

“Lemme guess,” Allison said. “Alphonse is from ‘Risembool’, and Roy’s from ‘Central’?”

“That’s correct,” Roy answered.

Allison and Gianna both laughed. “Wow, you never come out of character, do you?” Gianna asked.

“I don’t understand—“ Alphonse started.

Roy held up a hand, much like what he had done at Edward’s panel. “It’s fine, ladies.” He said finally.

“Right,” Gianna said, winking at him. “So,” She said, changing the subject, “would you two like to come back to the con and listen to some music?”

“I’d be honored,” Roy answered. “And you, Alphonse?”

“Ah…I think I’ll just stay here until Brother wakes up, then maybe…” Alphonse answered quietly.

“Right!” Allison exclaimed. “Well, here’s my cell number…” she wrote something on a notepad and handed it to Alphonse, “…call me when you’re ready! You’re free to bring the cutie over there, too!” She offered. “Well, bye!”

So. Then they left.

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Oh, I forgot to mention— yes, I got to meet Vic, if anyone was wondering. I’ll have chapter three up when I get at least four reveiws!