[FMA][Genderswitch AU] Three drabbles: "Name," "Title," and "Fiction"

[nekokoban]

Hey, hey! I LIVE!

[listens to crickets chirping] ... er, that is. >_>

Anyway, three short drabbles from the genderswitch!AU I'm working on with harukami--short and gen, taking place fairly early in the storyline. (At some point, I will write the longer fic that goes with it. Someday. Really.)

So, yeah--genderswitch, part of a WIP, please do not archive. :D; I hope people like~♥ I'll have some request drabbles ready to go later this week, so hopefully people haven't given up on those for lost. *snrks*

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Name
(age: circa six years old; Rizenbul days)
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"Mama, I don't like being a girl."

Trisha paused in folding the day's laundry, and looked down. Her daughter stood at her feet, with mud across her face and splattering the hem of her summer dress. Alphonse, equally dirty, lurked halfway behind his sister, more interested in an oddly-shaped stick than the irritation that puckered her small face.

Quickly, Trisha dropped the blankets back into the basket and knelt down. She clucked her tongue and took the corner of her apron, spit onto it, and began to rub Eliza's round face clean. "What's wrong with being a girl, sweetheart?"

"Girls are *boring*," Eliza snapped, and though her face scrunched further, she submitted to her mother's cleaning with sullen grace. "All they wanna do is sit around and play with silly dolls all the time. Winry's the only interesting one."

"You made a doll for Winry, though," Trisha pointed out. Most of the mud was cleaned away from Eliza's face now, and so she switched out, reaching over her daughter's shoulder for her son. Alphonse toddled forward obediently as Eliza stepped aside. "You have a few of your own."

"That's only for sometimes," Eliza said, like it made all the difference in the world. At that age, Trisha thought, perhaps it did. "But the other girls, like Nelly and Addie, that's *all* they wanna do. And I can outrun all the boys, but they don't like it when I play with them." She scuffed her feet against the grass, scowling.

"So she challenged them all to a race," Alphonse piped up, "and then Sister beat them all! Only, they didn't like it, so they chased us off, and we had to run through the mud puddles to get home." Now he looked somewhat anxious, as Trisha scrubbed off the last stain from his cheek. "Mama, you're not angry about that, are you?"

She laughed and ruffled his hair. "Children will be children," she said fondly. At Eliza's continued pout, she reached out and drew her close, as well. Both of her children smelled of grass and sun and health, and for a moment her heart ached.

"There's nothing wrong with being a girl, Eliza," she murmured, stroking through her daughter's short golden hair with a pang of wistfulness. Occasionally, she suggested letting her daughter grow it out, which was always met with a vehement refusal. "It's just ... different, at times. There is nothing about being a boy that makes them any better than you are."

Eliza made a grumpy noise, but leaned into her mother's embrace. "But they have the more interesting games," she protested, halfheartedly.

"You can make up your own," Trisha said. "Remember, when Alphonse was too young to play outside? You would play all kinds of games with him, so he wouldn't feel lonely." She was pleased to see pride flash across her daughter's face, the way her children grinned at each other. Other mothers in the village clucked their tongues and exclaimed at how well-behaved her children were; Eliza and Alphonse rarely fought, and there had been only a few instances where Trisha had been called to intervene.

"Those were fun, Sister," Alphonse ventured shyly. "You don't mind just playing with me, right?"

"Of course not!" Eliza snapped, then whirled on her brother. It was a testament to how well they always get along, Trisha thought, that he did not even flinch from that display of temper. "You're lots more interesting than any dumb boy or girl!"

He beamed, and Trisha smiled, placing a palm on both small backs. "Go and play," she said. "Make up your own games--when the boys *and* the girls see you having so much fun, they'll want to play too. And then you can show them all that it's better to get along." She gave them both a gentle push and turned back to her work.

"But, Mama," and Eliza had stopped, looking over her shoulder. "If I *had* been a boy, what would you have called me?"

Trisha slipped the last of the blankets over the clothesline, then stopped and considered. "You know, your father and I never discussed this, but ..." She turned, and impulsively ruffled the short golden hair again. "I was always partial to the name 'Edward' for a boy."

"Edward," Eliza repeated, thoughtfully. Her small expression firmed. "Edward," she said again, as though testing the word.

"That's if you'd been a boy," Trisha said, and went back to hanging the laundry. "But you're not a boy, Eliza. You're perfectly fine as you are."

Her daughter set her tiny face into a determined expression. "I still wanted to know," she said stubbornly. "Just because."

"Sister!" Alphonse called, and he was already almost to the other side of the house, poking his head around to wave. "Hurry up!"

"I'm *coming*!" Eliza hollered back, then paused and hugged her mother's leg tightly. "You're the only other girl, besides Winry, that's not stupid, Mama," she said.

Trisha smiled, bent and ruffled her daughter's hair. "I'm glad to hear it," she said gently.

--end--

Title
(age: eleven years old; Tucker storyline)
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"There's so much *information*," Ed sighed, flopped backwards on the bed. "How're we going to get through all of it in *time*? Not even Sensei had this much in her library, and we thought that was a lot, at the time."

Al opened their suitcase and produced a battered notebook, which he tossed onto the bed. "Sensei also wasn't a State Alchemist, Si--Brother."

The stutter was quick, almost unconscious, and he paused in mid-motion. His hands were not human, and did not shake, but he could feel unease crawling through him, as though he still had blood that could chill.

Ed rolled over, so that she could see Al clearly. His profile was turned to her, his head slightly bowed. She propped herself up onto an elbow, looking down at him. "Alphonse?" The question was gentle.

"It's--just overwhelming, I think." Al closed the suitcase again, then turned to look at her. "You're still--do you think this is a good idea, what we're doing?"

For a moment Ed paused, then pushed herself to a fully seated position, cross-legged on the bed. "We can't go back to Sensei," she said quietly, "she'd kill us." They both shared a shudder of fear at the thought. "And ... that Mustang guy said that they'd be access to books--research and documents that we'd *never* be able to find, if we don't make it." She took a deep breath. "I don't care about being a dog of the military, Al, as long as I can--"

"Si--Brother." Al shifted, and put one of his hands on her left knee. "You know I want the same." He paused for a moment, then went on, "But, letting the Lt. Colonel think that you're a boy--?"

"Oh." Ed blinked. "Al, you're worried about *that*?" She laughed, then reached out and banged her automail fist, gently, against his head--like she'd had years ago, when they'd been clumsy tumbling whole kids. "It's not so bad, really. Girls aren't much fun, anyway."

"*Sister*," Al said, sternly, and Ed grumped at him.

"*Brother*," she corrected. "It's no good if you can't keep it straight, Al. I'm surprised Mustang hasn't guessed at this point, with the way you keep almost messing up."

"It's not *easy*," Al protested, withdrawing his hand. "I--I don't want you to change yourself *further* for me. I don't--"

Her expression softened. Before he could pull away fully, she reached out and framed his face with her hands, then leaned forward, so that she could lean her forehead to his, under the guard spike.

"Stupid," she said quietly. "I'm not changing myself. Auntie Pinako always said I was stronger than all the boys in the village--except for you, of course." There was a smile in her voice. Al's eyes crossed slightly to look at her, but her expression was relaxed.

"Sister," he said quietly. "I--"

"After what you've lost, this isn't much," she overrode him. "I like boy's clothing better, anyway. It's more comfortable."

"Still, you--"

There was a small, hesitant knock on the door. The Elrics separated, with Ed thumping her back to the wall, and Al getting to his feet. "Uh, yes--?"

The door cracked open just fractionally, and a wide blue eye peeked through the crack. And Al couldn't smile with the armor, but the sigh he gave had a smile in it. "Nina, right?"

It opened further, enough so that they could both see Nina Tucker hovering behind the door, wearing a white nightdress, shuffling a bit. Behind her, Alexander loomed as well, and Ed leaned back when the dog's round brown eyes fixed on her.

"Nina--can't sleep," Nina said, shyly. "And Papa's busy, so ..."

Al went to the door and opened it all the way. "Come in," he told her gently.

She came slowly, one tiny hand fisted tightly in Alexander's collar, clutching a brightly-colored book to her chest. A few steps in, she stopped and looked at her feet, shifting her weight awkwardly from one foot to the other. Though she was dressed for bed, her hair was still plaited in the two braided pigtails.

Ed scooted forward, until she was sitting at the edge of the bed, legs dangling off. "Nina?"

The little girl huddled a little further against Alexander, who chuffed a deep breath and remained patiently still. In her nightdress, she seemed like an entirely different child than the girl who'd bullied Al into "eating" at dinner.

"Papa ... forgot to read me a bedtime story," she said, halfway into Alexander's fur. "And he said not to bother you, but ..."

Ed and Al exchanged a long look, and then Ed scooted to the side, and patted the bed awkwardly with her left hand. "Come here," she said.

Immediately, Nina's face lit up. She let go of Alexander and tripped over, giving the book to Ed before she clambered up onto the bed, and halfway curled onto Ed's lap before she was settled. Ed blinked at the top of her head, then gave Al an helpless look. And even though her brother's expression couldn't change, she had the distinct impression he was laughing at her. Alexander had flopped on the ground beside Al, who was scratching behind the dog's floppy ears.

"Uh, Nina--"

She turned huge eyes up at him. "Mister Edward?"

Ed managed to hold the expression for a moment, then crumbled. Despite herself, she smiled at the little girl, and shifted to accommodate the weight half-tumbled in her lap. "Um. Is there a particular story you want?"

Nina beamed again. "Rumplestiltskin!" she said. One small hand grabbed at Ed's sleeve, tugging insistently. "Papa always reads it with voices. He's really good at it." She blinked winsomely at him.

"Voices--?" Ed considered the book, then looked at Al. He nodded at her once, and she thought she could see his smile, from two years ago. "Yeah, I think I can do that." She shifted Nina's weight and opened the book, flipping to the appropriate page. The little girl squirmed, eyes bright with anticipation.

"Once upon a time, there was a miller who was poor, but had a beautiful daughter ..."

***

"... on the third day, the messanger returned and said--"

"Sister," Al said quietly, "I think she's asleep."

Jolted out of the story, Ed first looked up, then down. Nina's small head was leaning heavily against her chest, tiny hands resting in slack fists lying slack in her own lap. She was breathing slowly and deeply, with a drowsy smile on her small face. Ed froze, shot Al an almost-panicked look.

His breath came as a chuckle. "You're good at telling stories," he said. "Your voice is soothing."

"Are you calling me boring?" Ed shot back, but without an edge; the joke was barely breathed out. "Al, I don't think I can move."

"She's asleep, Sister," Al said. "You could--"

There was another faint knock at the door, and then it opened. Tucker poked his head in, looked at Nina, and smiled. He looked tired, worn, far more haggard than he'd been just a few hours before, at dinner.

"Ah," he said. "There she is. I was worried."

"Mr. Tucker," Ed said, "I--"

He shuffled into the room, bent and carefully lifted Nina from Ed's lap. The little girl murmured something in her sleep, curling in her father's arms. In her absence, Ed's lap felt oddly cold.

"There's been a--project I've been working on, recently," Tucker said quietly, as he gathered up the book, as well. "Sometimes I get swamped with the work. Usually she goes to my room and falls asleep there. I hope she didn't bother you too much."

"Oh, no," Al said quickly. "She wasn't a problem at all--"

"Kids are okay," Ed said at the same time. "It's fine, really."

Tucker shifted Nina's weight and gave an embarrassed sort of half-laugh. "It's--I'm sorry, you probably didn't realize you'd have babysitting duties over your studies." He turned his head to look at his sleeping daughter. "She's a sweet girl, and she likes people."

"I don't mind," Ed said, and shifted forward, unfolding her legs. She could feel Tucker's eyes upon her, weighing each small movement, and fought down the urge to squirm. She was still wearing overshirt and gloves, and thankfully unlike Winry, her chest was still almost board-flat; her clothing hung loosely off her frame without any obvious hint of her gender.

"Still," Tucker said, and Ed looked up at him again; his eyes were hidden behind the glint of his glasses. "If she bothers you, don't hesitate to send her off. You boys need to study hard for the tests."

On the floor, Al nodded. "We know, Mr. Tucker, sir," he said. "We'll work hard."

"Good," he said. "Alexander."

Alexander snorted and twitched, then rolled over. He opened one dark eye, blinked lazily up at Nina and Tucker, and then got to his feet with a yawn and a stretch. When Tucker left with Nina, Alexander trotted at his heels, tongue lolling and tail up; after they were gone, Al got to his feet and closed the door after them.

"I wonder if he knows," he said, after he closed the door. "Sister, shouldn't we at least tell the Lieutenant Colonel? He's helped out this far, and I feel bad lying about him--"

"Forget it." Ed flopped backwards onto the bed, stretching her legs out as far as they would go. She dropped her left arm across her eyes, and sighed. "He lied to us, too, Al. About the train, and the test, and--" she rolled over abruptly, facing the wall. "Besides, if we get in? If they know I'm a girl ... we'll have to live in the dorms, and they're not going to let us stay together."

Al went still, staring at the line of his sister's back. He considered the possibilities of arguments--perhaps the Lieutenant Colonel would help them again, if he knew; maybe there'd be a special case made, because of their age; maybe--and then discarded them all.

He shifted against the floor, listened to the hollow sound his body made.

"Brother," he said, very quietly.

Ed's head lifted slightly. "Yes, Al?" she said, just as quietly.

"I--" *don't want you to be hurt* "I'll try. If you think you can do it?"

"I want to try, Al." Ed rolled over to face him, her face drawn and serious. After a moment, she tried to smile for him, cocky and sharp as he sometimes remembered. "I'm your big brother, after all. I've got to look out for you."

He nodded, then reached out. Ed reached out with her automail hand and met him halfway. They banged their knuckles together, the silence between them comfortable.

"And I'll protect you too, Brother," Al said at last. "I promise."

--end--

Fiction
(age: eleven; takes place after "Arrangements")
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"Ahhh, Mustang, you sly bastard!"

Roy paused in the middle of his paperwork, and resisted the urge to rub his temples; he knew it would only encourage the man. "Hughes," he said, utterly deadpan.

Maes Hughes leaned up one hip onto Roy's desk, grinning madly down at him. With one finger, he pushed his glasses up his nose. "I *just* heard," he said. "So, grandfathering your account, eh? You do realize she's just--"

"You're here awfully late," Roy said, and signed his name with a bit more vehemence than necessary. "Don't you have a wife and a child to go back to?"

"I was on my way out, I swear," Hughes said, flapping one hand. "I just thought I'd catch up a little with you first, seeing as we've both been so *busy* recently--"

One of Roy's eyebrows twitched. "Just go ahead and say it," he said. "Then stop blathering and let me get back to work."

Hughes' body shifted, and some of the teasing light left his expression. "Do you really think this is the right thing to do?" he murmured. "People are going to wonder that you're letting this kid into your home so easily--especially when that kid is expected to be working under your command--and if they find out that Eliza is--"

"I've spoken with *Edward*, Hughes." Roy kept his voice low, barely more than a murmured breath. "*He* not willing to change his mind, however difficult it becomes to maintain his path. The most I can do now is help where I can."

"That's the thing," Hughes said back, equally quiet. "I know you're a careful bastard; no one has any real dirt that *sticks* to you. But if they find out--"

"Just living with them as it is may be problem enough," Roy agreed. "They're minors, and Edward, at least, will be under my command. Anyone finding out could make things very difficult."

"It would be suspicious," Hughes said, his face completely bland. "A young and attractive bachelor, taking in a pair of orphans--one of them of whom is a girl who promises to be quite lovely when she gets older--"

"I think that's the nicest thing you've said about me, ever," Roy said, deadpan. Hughes snorted.

"You have a reputation, Mustang, and you don't need *me* to say anything to be aware of it," he said. "And you do have a history of winning them without ever trying."

Blandly, Roy said, "Somehow, I don't think this one is going to fall for me 'easily,' if ever."

"Normally, I'd argue." Hughes slouched further against Roy's desk, examining his nails. "But she may prove more than the Mustang charm can handle." With casual nosiness, he picked up one of the folders on Roy's desk--Edward Elric's name was written down the side in neat block print. "After all, she--"

Roy plucked the folder from his hands. "I will thank you not to snoop on my people so obviously," he said. "If you're going to work your intelligence magic, do it when I'm not sitting right here."

Hughes held up both hands and laughed. "Sorry, couldn't resist," he said. "But you do realize--the doctors know, and they've already told a handful of people."

"I had Hawkeye check." Roy slipped Ed's folder under a stack of other, identical ones. "Other than discussing it amongst themselves, only a Corporal named Cain Fury has at least heard a rumor about it, though I doubt he's seen either of the Elrics yet."

"'Yet,'" Hughes echoed. The look he gave Roy was sly. "I'm guessing he will, soon enough?"

"His records are spotless; he's young, but he's a quick thinker and good with mechanics." Roy signed another form. "At this rate, he may find himself promoted to Sergeant shortly." When Hughes snickered, Roy gave him another bland look.

"The cadets say you sleep with one eye open, and you've got listening devices everywhere." He gestured, like a man advertising a show. "In the mess hall! The dorms! Wherever you are, be careful what you say about Mustang, because he'll find out, *somehow*. Maybe I should put more stock into those than I do."

"Please," Roy said, "half of what I find out comes from your incessant love of gossip."

"Gossip, he calls it," Hughes sniffed. "When all I'm doing is watching his back and making sure he doesn't make any mistakes--"

"Hughes." Roy laid the pen aside and folded his hands together on the desk. For a moment, he stared at the remaining paperwork he had, gathering his thoughts. Hughes stopped shifting and waited.

"What we have is a pair of children who've almost accomplished something that, in all of written history, has been nothing more than rumors and fairytales," Roy began. "Based on their bloodlines alone, the military would have tried to recruit them sooner or later; misfortune just makes it sooner. I am determined to not let children that young fall into Brigadier-General Grahn's hands."

Hughes chuckled, but the sound had little humor in it. "I take it you've read Tucker's reports."

"We may have made a mistake, putting the Elrics with him," Roy said quietly, not looking at the other man. "I was, perhaps, counting too much on Edward and Alphonse being able to influence him; however ..."

"The moment Ed passes the exams, Grahn's finally going to *have* to take notice," Hughes finished. He looked around the office, then casually readjusted his position; anyone not looking directly would have missed the tip of a knife that appeared at the edge of his sleeve. "It could cause problems."

"If the Elrics leave Tucker, they'll have nowhere to go, except to dorms. I am not about to allow a ... well, either of them, at such a young age, be exposed to that sort of segregation." Roy picked his pen up again, then looked pointedly at the clock. "And you are about to be late for dinner. How much do you plan on keeping your wife waiting?"

"Is it that late?" Hughes craned his neck to get a look, and grimaced. "Damn. I'll buy her flowers to make up for it."

Roy snorted, and picked up the top report. "The detour will only make you later."

"Ah, see, this is why *I'm* married, and you're not." Hughes waggled a finger under Roy's nose until the other man looked at him. "A woman isn't impressed if you're late because of work--but if the implication is that you spent all that time trying to pick the best arrangement of flowers for her, then she forgives you at once."

The sound Roy made was not quite a rude snort, but it came close. "The reason you're married and I'm not," he said, "is because *you* wanted to, and you found the right woman at the right time."

"It's not so bad," Hughes needled. "All you need to find is a nice girl, and--"

"Get out of my office," Roy snapped. "I'm busy."

Hughes only laughed as he got up, and sauntered towards the door with lazy amusement. In the doorway, he paused and looked back; his catty smile was more than warning enough before he said, "You know, if this were fiction, you'd be setting yourself up with someone who's going to grow up to see you as a father, or want you as a lover."

Roy sighed. "Then thank god this is real life, and not fiction," he said dryly. "My life has enough complications without having to worry about either."

--end--

Comments

[tsaiko.livejournal.com]

"You know, if this were fiction, you'd be setting yourself up with someone who's going to grow up to see you as a father, or want you as a lover."

*snicker* I love this. I cannot wait to see more. Poor Roy. ^_^

[nekokoban]

Meant to reply to this earlier, but augh, got sidetracked. :D;;

But thank you so very much~ I think sometimes I'm too easily amused at things, and then I think, well, it's funnier if Roy gets one-upped, so there you have it. [grins] Glad you liked!

[halcyonjazz.livejournal.com]

I REALLY like the Tucker one. You really write him well *___* but I think you expected me to love the Roy and Hughes buddy the best, right? Right right? XD XD XD And the ending is such an obvious twist of irony that I think I'll go to my corner and CACKLE.

Love dear. LOVE ♥

[renabunny42.livejournal.com]

love them all, but will only talk about Fiction now.

The last line XD

I think you did well with the scene, and love Hughes even more now *nod nod * They didn't show him enough in the manga...

Foreshadowing! Very good. spelling and grammar t'was good to.
*can't think of anything negative to say now*
I *will* find some cc for when I post latter...

[nekokoban]

If you ask me, Hughes didn't appear often enough, PERIOD. But I'm just horrifically biased, doncha know♥

And, er, thank you~ if you find anything wrong, please do let me know--but I'm glad you liked them as-is♥

[nekokoban]

[innocent] I won't you're PREDICTABLE, dear, but I know what the other half of my brain likes♥♥

(Tucker = omgwtf easy to write. WHYYYYY?)

[enishi-sama.livejournal.com]

I loved all the drabbles! You're such a great writer!

[nekokoban]

[flails] Thank you~~~ :D I'm glad you enjoyed them! ♥

[archangelbeth]

Mmmmmmm!

[nekokoban]

♥♥ Wooooobity~ :D :D (Thanks♥)

[siadea.livejournal.com]

Name - Oh, lovely explanation of where the 'Edward' comes from - ! I adore the little bit with Ed - er, Eliza - protesting so vehemently about growing her hair out... It was kinda a 'yeep' moment.

Title - Other than the awwww value of Nina and the cuteness of Ed and the issues with lying and stuff that Al has (*pets him*) and stuff - your Tucker is quiiiite creepy. *twitch*

Fiction - Eee! Roy and Hughes buddy-buddy. Love for their dynamic. Much love. Particularly the way Hughes goes back and forth between joking and not, and Roy's all dry and stuff, and somehow between them they get all necessary plotting and arguments done. ^_^

[nekokoban]

[grins] In my case, my parents told me without me asking about what I might've been named if I'd been a boy (they never really quite decided, but I think "Kevin" was the one they were happiest with?)--and a number of my friends have asked the same; it seemed to make sense, at the time. XD

[wry] Tucker is EASY TO WRITE WTF. >_>

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[grins] In my case, my parents told me without me asking about what I might've been named if I'd been a boy (they never really quite decided, but I think "Kevin" was the one they were happiest with?)--and a number of my friends have asked the same; it seemed to make sense, at the time. XD

[wry] Tucker is EASY TO WRITE WTF. >_> <_< "Title" was originally part of a longer rewrite of the Nina story that I eventually scrapped--but there's a beginning snippet with him which was fast to write, but sort of made me go "...." in the edits. >_> <_<

FEEL THE HUGES LOVE YO! Romantic or platonic, you gotta love the man. XD I'm glad this worked, since bantering's not exactly one of my strong points--but yay, people were amused! &hearts;

Thanks for the comments&hearts; I'm really glad you liked these~~ :D

[harukami]

I never found out what I'd be called if I were a boy. XD My dad insisted it's 'Marmaduke', but then he'd always snicker madly whenever he said it. XD

[harukami]

EEEEEEee. ^^ You know I've made all the comments in person but still I LOVE THESE SO MUCH and it just bears repeating. I LOVE sullenyoungEliza and her experience with boys versus girls, I LOVE poor Al stumbling over 'brother' until it clicks in that they'd be separated if he DOESN'T and oh GOD I love the way you write Tucker. It seems almost wrong to say that, because it's TUCKER, but you do it SO SO SO well. And little Nina with the book! Just... SO incredible. And then Roy Hughes buddy-buddy! God, you write everything I could want and more. You = fantastic. <3 <3 <3

[nekokoban]

♥♥♥♥♥ You're always so enthusiastic, it makes me blush♥ I'm really glad these worked out for you, especially with me wobbling about omg does this work? and all. Yeah. XD

Much love, Haru♥♥

[lit-chick.livejournal.com]

Eee, I finally got time to read this~

They're all three of them lovely, though the second one's my favourite. Sibling-centric fic is special to me ^_^ Again, great balance between comedy and tragedy, with beautifully sweet moments in between.

[nekokoban]

Wah~♥ I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. ^_^

Me, I just have a huge soft spot for Ed and Al period, so I'm very glad they worked for you. [grins] Thanks very much! ♥♥♥

[wanderingwidget.livejournal.com]

entirely glee inducing, your hughes is completely in character, and the angst, ah teh angst ^^

[nekokoban]

Waaah, thanks~ XD And it's not quite angst, really, not till later and Roy goes "... wtf, *I'm* the one who's falling for HER." XD

(Sorry about the last reply; I accidentally did it logged in via my RPG LJ. XD)