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My first FMA ficlet

I bring to you my first FMA ficlet. I haven't written anything in over a year, and this is the first time writing in the FMA fandom. Try not to kill me too much!! ^^;

Title: 小さい王子 (Little Princes)
Author: gundamnook
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing/Characters: Pre-series Elric family (Ed 4, Al 3)
Rating: G
Word Count: 570
Warnings: None. Just pure fluffy goodness! ^^



"But I wanna sleep in the room with Brother!" The little toddler fumes, while stomping his padded feet outside the closed door to his bedroom.

"I'm sorry, Alphonse, but Edward is feverish right now and needs rest. You can't sleep in the same room with him tonight. Besides, you don't want to get sick like Brother, now do you?" Trisha kneels down in front of her youngest son. She starts smoothing out his hair. He sniffles then answers, "No." She smiles at him and picks him up into her arms.

Trisha turns around just as she hears Hohenheim walk up the stairs. "Is he alright, now?" Hohenheim asks, walking up to his wife and son.

"Yes, he's fine. He understands why he can't sleep in his room with Edward." Al pouts, then buries his face into his mother's shoulder.

"Oh, come now. It's not so bad. You get to sleep with Mummy and Daddy tonight!" Hohenheim says cheerfully, while patting the top of the toddler's head. "Really?" Al squeaks out. Both his parents start chuckling.

"Yes, you do! So you go with Daddy and he'll put you in our bed." says Trisha, handing the tiny boy to his father. "And we'll come to bed with you shortly! I'm going to check on Edward first."

"Say 'night Mummy', Alphonse!"

"Night, Mummy." Al yawns, then lays his head on Hohenheim's shoulder as the older man carries him off towards the direction of the master bedroom.

----

Trisha opens the door and peers into the dark bedroom. The only sounds in the room are coming from her oldest son. He wheezes as he sleeps. She crosses the room and brings her hand to feel Ed's forehead. Still feverish. Searching next to him, Trisha finds the damp rag that was on his forehead. It must have fallen off in his sleep. She dips the rag into the water basin that is sitting next to the bed. Ringing it out, she places it back on the child's forehead. He makes a noise as the cool cloth touches his heated skin. Trisha bends down and kisses her son lightly on the cheek. "It's all right. You'll be fine in the morning." She whispers softly as she brings his discarded covers back up to his chin. Ed starts mumbling then turns his head towards her, still fast asleep. She smiles gently and whispers her goodnight to her big man. She closes the door and proceeds down the hall to her bedroom.

"He's asleep already." Hohenheim tells his wife, gesturing to the sleeping toddler next to him, as she enters their bedroom. "Out like a light as soon as he hit the pillow. How's Edward?"

"He should be fine in the morning. The cold water is helping. He's not as hot as before."

"That's good. Coming to bed?"

"Yes."

----

The tiny sleeping form rolls to his side and curls up tighter into a ball next to his mother. She begins combing through his soft hair with her fingers. She smiles lovingly at her youngest son then looks to her husband who is lying on the other side of the boy. He smiles back at her. The pair stay quiet for a while, just watching their sleeping son. It had be quite a while since either child had slept in their bed with them, and they just wanted to enjoy the moment for as long as they could.


Ok, I think I'll stick with making icons! ^^;
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