Too Young To Drink

Colonel Mustang was walking home late one night, when he found Edward Elric just sitting on the sidewalk. The boy was leaning back against a building, his head resting on his chest. In one of his hands was a bottle. Ed hiccuped.

Roy went to stand in front of the boy. Ed noticed and looked up at the older alchemist.

"Hey, Colonel," he slurred. "S'nice evening." He hiccuped again.

"Fullmetal," Roy said sternly. "What are you doing? Give me that bottle."

Ed frowned. "But it'sh mine," he whined, clutching the bottle to his chest. "I found it. Get your own."

Roy reached down and snatched it away, ignoring the boy's protests. He examined the label. "Edward!" he exclaimed. "Where did you get this?"

"Don't shee why it matters," Ed grumbled. "S'mine."

"Oh no it's not," Roy said. "You are much too young to be drinking."

"You do it," Ed complained. "I don't see why I can't."

"I'm older," Roy replied shortly. "It's different. Now, I'm going to take you home with me. And don't blame me when you wake up with a horrible headache." He pulled Ed to his feet. The boy swayed, nearly falling over, but Roy caught him.

"I want my bottle," Ed whined as they started walking. "I like it. It's gooood." He weakly attempted to grab the bottle from Roy's hand.

"No," Roy said firmly. "It's not good for you."

"Then why do you do it?" Ed hiccuped again. Then he leaned over and threw up.

Roy sighed. "Great. Just great. Thanks for making a mess, Fullmetal." He helped Ed stand up. He put on a glove and burned the mess away.

"Ewww," Ed said. "That's sooo gross. Why's it so stinky?"

Roy ignored him. All the way back to Roy's apartment, Ed babbled on about random nonsense. When they got there, Roy put Ed on the couch, where he promptly passed out. Exhausted, Roy went to his bed.

Roy woke up the next morning to the sound of someone going through the cupboards. He went into the kitchen to find a disheveled Edward stumbling around, banging the cabinets open and shut.

"Where d'you keep pain reliever?" Ed groaned as Roy came in.

"Not in the kitchen," Roy told him, amused. "I told you you'd have a headache. Come with me." He led Ed to the bathroom. Opening a cabinet, he took out a container and gave the boy a couple pills.

"Make sure you drink lots of water," Roy advised. "Alcohol dehydrates you."

Ed just grunted.

"Why were you drinking anyway?" Roy asked, leaning against the countertop.

Ed frowned, then he sighed. "To see if drinking really took your troubles away," he mumbled.

Roy couldn't help it. He laughed. "Even if it does, you just wake up with a new one!"

Ed scowled, turning red. "Shut up, Colonel Bastard."

This story was a random idea that just popped into my head one day, and I'm not entirely sure what to think of it really. As always, I hope you enjoyed. Please review, and have a great day!