FMA: Naught Care We
Title: Naught Care We
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (manga/Brotherhood)
Word Count: 200.
Rating: PG-13 (language, drunk boys)
Summary: Two alchemists and an emperor walk into a bar...
Warnings: SPOILERS for the end of the manga/Brotherhood.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and all associated characters, settings, etc., belong to Hiromu Arakawa-san. The only profit I make from this work of fiction is my own satisfaction and, possibly, the enjoyment of others.
Author's Notes: Written for the April 2 prompt at 31_days - "untranslated". Title comes from a line in a hymn to Bacchus (Roman god of wine): "naught care we/for mornings after".
Ling was terribly drunk. Ed was not quite as drunk, but that was okay because Ling was one of the most entertaining drunks he’d ever seen. And he had been present when Mustang’s team had celebrated their victory on the Promised Day - he knew from drunk, all right?
Ling whined into his glass. On Ed’s other side, Al snickered.
“What’d he say?” Ed demanded. The one bad thing about Ling being drunk was that he forgot all knowledge of Amestrian. Ed knew little more than conversational phrases in Xingese, and nothing well enough to recognize through a drunken slur.
“He wanted to know if Lan Fan would save him from having to pay this time ‘round,” Al replied.
“Fuck no she won’t, he owes us.” Ed slammed his drink down more forcefully than he’d intended. Maybe he was drunker than he’d thought.
Ling groaned, this time into the tabletop. Ed caught ‘Lan Fan’ and possibly also the word for - ‘payback’? That couldn’t be right. Al’s ears went scarlet.
“What?”
“Oh, no,” Al said, carefully placing his own glass down and waving away offers for a refill. The blush crept slowly down his neck. “I am not translating that.”
Ling giggled.
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Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (manga/Brotherhood)
Word Count: 200.
Rating: PG-13 (language, drunk boys)
Summary: Two alchemists and an emperor walk into a bar...
Warnings: SPOILERS for the end of the manga/Brotherhood.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and all associated characters, settings, etc., belong to Hiromu Arakawa-san. The only profit I make from this work of fiction is my own satisfaction and, possibly, the enjoyment of others.
Author's Notes: Written for the April 2 prompt at 31_days - "untranslated". Title comes from a line in a hymn to Bacchus (Roman god of wine): "naught care we/for mornings after".
Ling was terribly drunk. Ed was not quite as drunk, but that was okay because Ling was one of the most entertaining drunks he’d ever seen. And he had been present when Mustang’s team had celebrated their victory on the Promised Day - he knew from drunk, all right?
Ling whined into his glass. On Ed’s other side, Al snickered.
“What’d he say?” Ed demanded. The one bad thing about Ling being drunk was that he forgot all knowledge of Amestrian. Ed knew little more than conversational phrases in Xingese, and nothing well enough to recognize through a drunken slur.
“He wanted to know if Lan Fan would save him from having to pay this time ‘round,” Al replied.
“Fuck no she won’t, he owes us.” Ed slammed his drink down more forcefully than he’d intended. Maybe he was drunker than he’d thought.
Ling groaned, this time into the tabletop. Ed caught ‘Lan Fan’ and possibly also the word for - ‘payback’? That couldn’t be right. Al’s ears went scarlet.
“What?”
“Oh, no,” Al said, carefully placing his own glass down and waving away offers for a refill. The blush crept slowly down his neck. “I am not translating that.”
Ling giggled.
END