Author's Note: Well, Ed's never worn a uniform... Pretty much a very random idea.
It's parental!RoyEd again. At first I just wanted to write a drabble with just Ed and Al and uniforms, but I decided to use Roy instead because he knows what the uniform signifies, and can understand Ed's uneasiness about the whole matter.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own FMA.

Enjoy!

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Uniforms

“This is stupid,” Ed muttered, looking himself up and down in the mirror. He frowned.

“Hush. Every State Alchemist has to get one, you know that,” Roy chided.

“But I don’t want one,” Ed protested, shaking his head.

“I know,” Roy said gently, “but it’s an order from the Fuhrer.” The black hair man took out a small box and began to open it, listening to Ed‘s next complaint.

“I don’t see why he suddenly wants everyone to be in uniform at all times,” Ed muttered.

“You know there’s been rumors that the military’s filled with lazy and ashamed people. It makes us look bad,” Roy said.

“But it’s true!” Ed exclaimed, trying to stand still as the older alchemist took an object from the box--a small silver pin with the military insignia engraved on it--and attached it to his uniform’s collar.

“Yes, but most of the civilians don’t know that.”

Silence filled the small office as Roy finished straightening Ed’s uniform and attaching pins here and there. He stepped back when he was done.

“There you go.”

Ed looked at himself at the mirror, a defeated look on his face.

“I… I don’t have to where it when I travel, do I?” he asked nervously, not caring that it was the colonel he was talking to.

“Of course not,” Roy replied, understanding his subordinates uneasiness. “Only when you’re at headquarters.”

Ed relaxed and turned to leave, throwing a small, grudging word of thanks over his shoulder.

“Don’t mention it. Though, I am surprised they had a size small enough for you…”

Roy slammed the door shut before Ed could bite his head off.