FMA Fic: "Wrong Turn at Albuquerque" 1/1
Title: Wrong Turn at Albuquerque
Author: evil_little_dog
Series: 2003 anime/Conqueror of Shamballa
Word Count: 230
Rating: K+
Characters/Pairings: Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric
Summary: Maybe they’re lost?
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: Hiromu owns all. I just futz around with her characters.
fma_fic_contest prompt: “Not all those who wander are lost”
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“Are we lost?” Alphonse peers over at his brother, who’s face-first in a map. Twisting it this way and that.
“No!” Edward barks. “Absolutely not lost.” He frantically folds the map up and stuffs it in the glove box and slams the glove box closed. It flies open again and Edward slams it again. When it falls open, Edward shrieks something incomprehensible and wriggles around in the driver’s seat of the car and kicks the glove box closed.
“What did that glove box ever do to you?” Alphonse asked as blandly as he could.
Edward fixed him with a gimlet eye, pointing a trembling index finger. “We’re. Not. Lost.”
Alphonse raised his hands in supplication. “Okay. We’re not lost.”
With a nod, Edward twisted around in the driver’s seat again. He turned the key in the ignition and the engine sputtered and coughed and finally came to life. Edward gnashed his teeth at it. “Not lost.” He shifted the stick and put the car into first gear. Kicking the clutch and the gas, he glanced in the rear view mirror and pulled the car back out onto the road.
Waiting for a few minutes, Alphonse hooked his thumb over his shoulder. “Uh, Brother? I know we’re not lost but the town’s back that way.”
Edward’s snarl of rage echoed around the interior of the automobile but Alphonse smirked all the way to the town.
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Author: evil_little_dog
Series: 2003 anime/Conqueror of Shamballa
Word Count: 230
Rating: K+
Characters/Pairings: Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric
Summary: Maybe they’re lost?
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: Hiromu owns all. I just futz around with her characters.
fma_fic_contest prompt: “Not all those who wander are lost”
Banner by bay115
X X X
“Are we lost?” Alphonse peers over at his brother, who’s face-first in a map. Twisting it this way and that.
“No!” Edward barks. “Absolutely not lost.” He frantically folds the map up and stuffs it in the glove box and slams the glove box closed. It flies open again and Edward slams it again. When it falls open, Edward shrieks something incomprehensible and wriggles around in the driver’s seat of the car and kicks the glove box closed.
“What did that glove box ever do to you?” Alphonse asked as blandly as he could.
Edward fixed him with a gimlet eye, pointing a trembling index finger. “We’re. Not. Lost.”
Alphonse raised his hands in supplication. “Okay. We’re not lost.”
With a nod, Edward twisted around in the driver’s seat again. He turned the key in the ignition and the engine sputtered and coughed and finally came to life. Edward gnashed his teeth at it. “Not lost.” He shifted the stick and put the car into first gear. Kicking the clutch and the gas, he glanced in the rear view mirror and pulled the car back out onto the road.
Waiting for a few minutes, Alphonse hooked his thumb over his shoulder. “Uh, Brother? I know we’re not lost but the town’s back that way.”
Edward’s snarl of rage echoed around the interior of the automobile but Alphonse smirked all the way to the town.
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