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FMA - Frank Archer - # 16.Mort cold

Title: Greed is a bad thing
Author: petite_laitue
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (1st anime)
Characters: Frank Archer , snapping a canteen, Mustang (and his team in the background ) KimBlee
Disclaimer: Archer is Hiromu Arakawa, too bad for me and good for Archer. Cons by the canteen is mine ^ ^
Rating: PG
Subjects 16. Frozen to death
Word count: 1800 words


It was common knowledge that Frank Archer loved many things: he loved the army, wear a nice blue uniform, get promotions, honors, war, win a battle, his revolvers, see Mustang to belittle ... However there was one thing he loved above all without anyone's knowledge. Indeed Frank Archer fond of vanilla ice cream with pieces of pecan. This dessert was her guilty pleasure and he was desperate to get it.

How things are done well, that day at the cafeteria of the headquarters there was just the vanilla ice cream with pieces of pecans, caramel topping double bonus. When he discovered the daily menu, the Colonel was all excited and he managed with difficulty to keep his legendary calm throughout the morning. Then came the lunch hour and for once he finished earlier and, delighted, went with a light step towards the refectory.

By penetrating inside the self, Frank Archer gaze scanned the room before cracking a smile at seeing the huge vat of ice enthroned after the counter. He grabbed a tray, took the attitude that we had just handed him an infamous mixture filled the cooks were trying in vain to pass for the mince-pie, then he walked to the ice bath and waved his empty cup with a beaming smile. The old canteen, which will service it took two spoonfuls of her favorite dessert in the bowl and waved him away. He looked down at the container by drawing a disappointed pout.

"Excuse me, can I have some more? asked the soldier in a calm voice. He added, crossing the look of the canteen insensitive: Please.
"It's two balls per person.
-don 't want another. You have plenty of food for the whole mess is not the time to show you too stingy.
"It is two balls per person.
You know who I am? I'm Colonel Frank Archer, I deserve to be treated properly. So I demand another part.
"I do not care who you are: it's two balls per person.
-I can do I return your attention! I have a lot of power here.
-No kidding? Well in this case it's still two balls per person.
"But give me my damn ice!
"It's two balls per person.
-Ok I get it! And if I come back to me after that will be reused?
-No, it's two balls per person. After you dock the ice cream.
-Raaah but you get angry! Give me another part of that damn ice! That's an order!
Bon Archer! Enough already: the lady said two balls per person when you take your ice and you do not suck! "

The man turned to pale glared at Roy Mustang was getting impatient behind him by tapping on his tray. Holding an oath between his teeth, he took his cup and walked away with a dignified air. Seeing KimBlee alone at a table, he sat down beside him and began to eat his mince with a grimace of disgust. After a while, disgusted, he pushed his plate and attacked the ice with a voracious smile. Ice was engulfed in less than five minutes, Archer gather up the last traces of remaining ice cream in the bowl with his finger. Then he put the container on his platter and let out a sigh. Because he was still hungry casually. Gazing absently triturated KimBlee that the contents of his plate reading a book on alchemy explosive, he noted with joy that the Crimson had not yet touched his dessert.

"Hmm ... Tell me KimBlee you will eat your ice cream? "The Alchemist

looked up from his book for him glower before going back into reading. Frank Archer sighed leaving dropped his chin on the table, desperately eyeing the bowl of ice cream in front of him. He tried to approach her quietly spoon from the container but before he could succeed in dipping his plate, took the salt shaker KimBlee and blew up next to the thumb of his supervisor, who quickly withdrew her hand by releasing an exclamation protest. Archer turned and fixed his attention on the vile sutler who refused to serve him an extra scoop of ice cream. The soldiers all seemed to have been served, most of them have already left the dining hall, and yet the ice bath was still full. The soldier shook his fists when he saw she was about to bring him back in the kitchen and watched her while she was hanging out the truck plates. That's when cries were heard among which one could distinguish the words "small", "bastard", "dwarf", "bastard". Frank Archer turned to see that the Fullmetal Alchemist stung again a crisis following a remark by Mustang on its size. Annoyed, he decided to leave the self when he noticed that the canteen had been out to see who was yelling that he "would make her party this bastard Colonel! Havoc had rather not bother trying to intervene, his mandalas he was going to take them into full-face! "Everyone was busy watching the altercation and doors were left wide open kitchens. Archer then thought he could take the midget braided diverts attention to try to infiltrate into the reserve and have another glass of ice with a little luck he might even be time to find biscuits to accompany his ice cream. Machiavellian with a smile, then he slipped quietly behind those present near the counter and entered the kitchens.

After a moment's hesitation, Archer finally discovered the refrigeration room and tried to open the heavy door. Once that was done, he went inside, taking care to leave the door ajar. Shivering slightly, he waited until his eyes adjust to the darkness of the place and then tried to find the pots of ice cream. He uttered an exclamation of pleasure in discovering them on a shelf in the back of the room and took the first ferry he saw vanilla scent. Sitting on the floor, Archer began to eat with enthusiasm, enjoying its full ice so ardently desired. When the pot was finished, he took another and began with much vigor, completely forgetting where he was shivering despite that roamed her body. He stayed a long time to eat, buttocks resting on the floor of the frozen cold room, starting to shiver unconsciously while empty containers of ice were piled around him and finally, having eaten his fill of cream ice, he decided to get up and go back to his office.

is approaching the entrance to the refrigeration room he saw that there was a problem: the door was closed when it was eating, hidden behind a shelf. He swallowed his saliva difficulty in finding that the door opened only from outside. He tried to push, pull, find an opening to slide any object in order to leverage ... But his efforts proved fruitless and the door did not budge an inch. Knowing he was trapped he decided to call for help. No matter if it was after a horrible glutton he just wanted out of there. Then he began knocking desperately against the door jamb, screaming, trying to make as much noise as possible to signal its presence. As at As time passed, he felt his strength dwindling while the cold numbed his muscles gradually. Therefore, completely exhausted, he finally crouch to lean against the door continuing to call for help plaintively. He began to regret bitterly having behaved so foolishly succumbing to his greed. He should have thought: this way to sneak quietly into the kitchen like a kid deprived of dessert his mother was really pitiful, and dangerous to boot. If only he had thought to cause KimBlee with him, the Crimson could easily blow the door and they would already out at this moment. Thinking about KimBlee, a glimmer of hope appeared to him: after all, the alchemist was fine eventually notice his absence. Or another of his subordinates. Or maybe that Mustang could come to his aid ... Not Mustang, Mustang anything but. In any case someone would eventually realize he was gone and we would look in the HQ, we eventually find it and we would get out. Of course he would have to suffer the shame of his life but this time it did not matter, he wished that he just opens the door and allowed to drink a hot coffee in front of a stove operating at full capacity. Convinced that we would soon to his aid, he curled up in the jacket of his uniform, blowing on his hands in an attempt to warm them up and began to wait for someone to come in shivering release him, occasionally giving short taps on the door to try to attract the attention of anyone who would go near the refrigerator. The wait was becoming longer and as a result of the cold beating on the door became scarce while he slowly sank into a deep lethargy. The next

Generalissimo Bradley King sent one of his men and get some ice for his melon taste. Then he opened the door of the refrigerator the soldier discovered the frozen body of Colonel Frank Archer, leaning against the wall in a fetal position. When King Bradley learned the circumstances of the death of his officer, he proclaimed that the ice would now be removed from the cafeteria menu, what made Frank Archer hates the military as the HQ, even after his death.