Ok, this is my first FMA fanfic... First chapter's kinda short, but hopefully the other chapters will be longer? hehe...

This story doesn't fit anywhere in the FMA storyline, but then, who cares? :D Enjoy!

"I'm home…" The Fullmetal Alchemist called, slamming the door shut behind him as he dragged his tattered self through the living room and plopped down onto the couch.

"Oh, Ed! Welcome back!" Winry grinned as she greeted him and walked over, a glass of water in her hands. "So how was your training today? And where's Al and Izumi-san?" She asked, and handed him the water. Edward took it with his mechanical hand and gulped it down in three seconds, exhaling once he was done.

"I used too much energy during training, so Master told me to come home and rest first in case I faint or something. She and Al should finish training in another 2 more hours." He frowned at the thought of skipping 2 hours of training, but yawned. Winry smiled at him.

"You should go get some rest… Tucker-san hasn't finished making dinner, anyway. I'll call you down when it is though!" She said, and pushed Edward up the stairs. He was about to protest, but he yawned again, and he sighed.

"Fine, I'll go sleep… but you don't have to wake me up because I'm not going to eat dinner…" 'Or anything that Tucker cooks, for that matter…' He grumbled, squinting his eyes at Winry once before he went to his room. Winry grinned, and ran over to the basement.

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"Tucker-san! Is dinner ready yet?" She called, almost tripping on one of Tucker's experiments on the floor. "Aw, it's so dark in here… It's amazing how Tucker-san can see in here, isn't it!" She muttered to herself. Tucker was in one corner of the basement, standing over a pot of what looked like soup. He grinned when he saw Winry.

"Dinner should be ready soon, Winry-chan! You should go upstairs and wait.. I'll go up when I'm done…" Winry smiled at him.

"Okay! Oh, and Tucker-san? Colonel Mustang, Lieutenant Hawkeye and Major Armstrong will be coming over for dinner later, and Ed won't be eating!" She said and went up, humming to herself. Tucker's eyes followed her as she went up the stairs, before he chuckled.

"Winry-chan… she is a nice girl, isn't she?" He said, looking in his book. "Where was I… Oh right, two spoonfuls of salt …" He reached up and randomly grabbed a container of greenish blue powder, adding two spoonfuls of it to the mixture.

"And leave to boil for another 15 minutes…" He looked up from his book and grinned to himself. "I have a feeling my cooking should be successful this time… Hehe…"

The next day, Edward awoke to the sound of children crying. He rubbed his eyes, yawned and ran downstairs. At that moment, his jaw dropped to China.

There, in the middle of the living room, four 5-year old children were crying. Four 5-year olds that looked a lot like Winry, Mustang, Hawkeye and Armstrong. He blinked once, twice, before scanning the area. On the coffee table was a small piece of paper, and Ed walked over to pick it up.

"Dear Ed, something went wrong with the soup last night… Will be in the basement making an antidote. In the meantime, babysit the five... or four of them… Shou… Tucker… P.S. If you can't find Alphonse, he's in the basement with me... Apparently he turned into a rock..." He read aloud, before crushing the note in his auto-mail hand.

A five-year old Roy Mustang started to pull on Ed's ponytail. Edward clenched his fists and screamed.

"TUCKER!!!!!!!!"

Hehe, so that's pretty much what happened. Just in case anyone gets confused, Izumi didn't eat dinner with them so she didn't turn into a five-year old monster. And in this story, Tucker's not a chimera.