Hi everyone. I know it's been a while. I don't really have an excuse except that life happened and I sort of lost track of things. Anyway, this isn't going to be a terribly long chapter as I'm only just getting back into writing and I just wanted to do something for Easter. Thank you so much for everyone's support! I'll try and keep writing and updating when I can.

For now, please enjoy this long over-due chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the characters.

Edward was walking through the busy streets of Central, a smile on his face despite heading to HQ. The sun was high in the sky but he couldn't complain; it was Easter after all.

Passing through the gates of the Military building, he was approached by a young officer. The man, who was not much taller than himself, gave Edward a salute. The boy waved it off, giving the officer a quizzical look.

"Colonel Mustang wants to see you in his office right away, Sir." The officer said.

Ed sighed, the smile gone from his lips. "Ok." He said and, ignoring the officer's salute, began stalking towards the Colonel's office.

Once there, Ed paused outside the door. He gave another sigh before grasping the handle and pushing the door open, not bothering to knock.

"Alright, Mustang," He said, as he stepped inside the room and pushing the door closed behind him none too gently. "What is it this-?" He cut off his question when he looked up to see that no one was in the room. No stupid Colonel with that stupid grin on his face, hiding behind his stupid paper work. Not even the Lieutenant was present.

Ed took a step towards Roy's desk. "Um, hello?" He asked hesitantly. "Mustang?" He sighed when he didn't get a reply. "If this is some kind of a joke..." he trailed off when he noticed a single white piece of paper on Mustang's otherwise clear desk.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Ed made his way over to it and peered at the paper. It was addressed to him. Picking it up, he began to read.

"Fullmetal,

You have been given a new assignment. Should you choose to accept it (and you had better), follow the instruction on the back of this note to get to the first bit of evidence. Good luck.

Mustang"

Ed blinked. He blinked again and re-read the note. What was the Colonel up to?

Something hard hit is right foot. Looking down, he noticed something small, wrapped in brightly coloured foil roll of his boot and onto the floor. He picked it up and was surprised to see it was a small Easter egg. He frowned. Then it clicked. A egg hunt!

A wide grin spread across his face and he quckly turned the note over and read the instructions on the back.

He only had to read them once to know he had to head to the library.

It wasn't long before he was walking through the long aisles of large alchemical texts, still chewing on the chocolate egg. He re-read the instructions; he was in the right place but he was looking for a specific shelf that held books on basic alchemy. The problem was, which shelf.

He stopped in the middle of the aisle and looked around. Then, on a shelf just above his head, he noticed something colourful amongst the dull covers of the tomes that surrounded him. Reaching up, he pulled the egg and the small folded note from the shelf.

Unwrapping the egg and popping it into his mouth, he began to read the second note;

"Well done. If you are reading this, then you survive the first stage. There are three more to go. Good luck."

Turning it over, he discovered more instructions, this time in the form of a riddle. Reading it through a couple of times, he soon began dashing off towards the shooting range.

The shooting range was quiet, even Hawkeye wasn't practicing her perfect aim. The next egg he found was hidden just within his reach – something he suspected was Mustang's idea – on the middle shelf of the gun rack. The rifle it was resting on was one he recognised as Risa's own. He smiled as he popped the egg in his mouth and read the note.

He visited the barracks next and was not surprised to find the egg in the room he and Alphonse usually stayed in whenever they were in Central. The last note, lead him back to Mustang's office.

Cautiously, he pushed the door open and peered inside.

"Fullmetal!" A familiar voice called, sounding stern.

Ed stepped inside and was greeted with a very irate looking Colonel. The man was sat behind his desk his elbows resting on the empty surface.

Ed felt his excitement begin to drain as he locked glares with the Colonel.

A stained silence stretched between them.

"Well?" Mustang finally said, one dark eyebrow arching.

Ed started. "Well what?" He demanded, folding his arms across his chest defiantly.

Mustang smirked behind his hands. "Have you accepted your assignment?"

Ed stared at the man for a moment before giving an over-dramatic sigh. "Yeah, I got it. It's was easy though." He said, his own smirk creeping onto his face.

"Oh really?" Mustang asked, leaning back in his chair. "I guess I'll have to find you trickier ones next time."

Ed only smirked at that. He the remembered the last note which he still held in his automail hand.

"So," He said, holding up the note. "Where's this last egg?"

"That's cheating you know." Mustang said, his smirk growing as he sat forward in his chair and reached down into the bottom draw of his desk. He gave his own over-dramatic sigh as he sat up again. "But I suppose you'll be wanting this?" He asked bringing a small egg into view.

It was bigger than the ones Ed had been finding on his hunt and just as colourful. Ed couldn't help the grin that spread across his face once more as he looked between the egg and his commanding officer.

Mustang's smirk grew even bigger, if possible, as he held the egg out to the boy. Ed stepped forward and took it.

After a moment though, his smile faltered. "But, I didn't get you anything." He said, lowering his gaze to the floor.

Mustang gave an amused snort. "I didn't do this to get chocolates for myself," He said, standing and reaching forward to ruffle Edward's hair. "I did this because I wanted to."

Ed looked up and met his gaze, his smile returning. "Thanks, Mustang."

I'm no good at riddles. Deal with it.

I'm not all that happy with the ending but I was struggling; I didn't want it to end up too sappy, but this is the best I could do. Anyway, what did you guys think? Good? Bad? Let me know. Oh, and Happy Easter!