Three Idylls.
Fullmetal Idyll.
Central City was calm and quiet while the dawn was breaking. The wind whistled in trees' branches and swung a fullmetal swing. a fullmetal train on fullmetal track took first people to the West, East, North and South. And in one house, father of the family (containing: one man, one woman, one boy and one unborn baby) got up, scratching his neck with his fullmetal fingernails and then went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for his wife and son. he drank some tea from a fullmetal mug, and then woke up rest of his family.
Little Richard Elric, now called just The Smallest, didn't want to go to the kindergarten, but Ed offered him some chocolate if he's nice. And then, Winry, joined the men.
'Ed, could you please make me some coffee?' she asked. Ed smiled.
'You shouldn't drink it while you're pregnant…' he said. She agreed.
'So you leave our little fullmetal idyll and go to work?'
'Yeah, and don't worry, I'll pick The Smallest from the kindergarten when I'm finished. Our little fullmetal idyll is safe…'
And they kissed each other before he took their son and went to work.
Flame Idyll
A flame burst from between a seven-year-old boy's fingers, destroying a poster and leaving an ugly, black mark on the wall.
'MAES!!' a tall, blonde woman shouted. 'How long I have to repeat that YOU MUSTN'T TAKE DADDY'S GLOVES WITHOUT PERMISSION?!'
The boy, naughty and black-haired just like his father, smiled widely and sincerely, in the way known only by children.
'I'm sorry, Mum… it couln't be helped…' he laughed, returning gloves. 'I make progress, don't I? Don't I?'
'Well, not so much. You can already make flames, but you still burn everything you can see. You mustn't do it and I'll let Daddy know about it. He won't be glad that you burned his favorite poster.'
Maes sighed just like his father, when he was blamed. Of course, now no one blamed Roy at work, 'cause who would dare to blame Fuhrer…
…well, apart of his wife…
…nobody.
And the Fuhrer was sitting in his office, gazing at one female lieutenant colonel in a miniskirt, with no idea that his favorite poster was as much as some ash. But it wasn't important in his little flame idyll.
Crimson Idyll
'…see, little one, you have to make a sulphur powder here. Otherwise it won't burn.'
'I'll try, Dad.' a five-year-old girl looked at some stuff which was meant to be black gunpowder. She's making huge progress, the proud father – Zolf J. Kimbley – thought. Louise R. Kimbley wanted be a State Alchemist one day, just like her father, but her mother didn't like it. So when Olivia Milena Kimbley was away, Zolf was teaching their daughter alchemy and pirotechnics. And when he was away, Olivia was teaching the girl to fight. And they all loved their little, crimson idyll.
