"Daddy," she would cry out feverishly in her sleep. "Why are they burying Daddy?" She would reach out with her slender hand, painted with red polish, for something that wasn't there. "Daddy, I want Daddy."

She would wake up, blue eyes sad, and tan hair bouncing as she walked. She couldn't remember what he looked like; after all, he died when she was only 4 years old, but she remembered how she felt.

Confused; confused and alone. Mom was there, but that felt like it wasn't enough to console her.

She was lost; a small child in a world of crying adults, a small face in a sea of black clothing, buried in her mother's bosom. And yet she still cried out to him, to the one that was found, the one that was perfect and loving.. the one that died.

"What happened to Daddy?" She would ask every year, almost like a tradition.

When she was 5 and 6, Mom would say, "He's in a better place now," with sad eyes.

7 and 8: "He's not with us anymore... he moved."

9 and 10: "He's gone."

11 and 12: "He's dead, honey."

Now, at 14 years old, she would simply refuse to answer. "You know what happened, Elysia," she would say, voice angry. "He got his damn nose into something he shouldn't have." She would clutch her eyes. "She died.. for someone else's sake." She would sob, letting Elysia stroke her greying hair. "It's okay, mum," She would say, eventually hugging her tightly.

Furher Mustang would come over sometimes, too: he became the ruler of Amestris and married a lovely lady by the name of Riza Hawkeye. She had a son, and named him Maes.

"Why?" Elysia would ask curiously as a child.

"That.. was your dad's name," Riza would reply hesitatingly. Mustang would smile.

"Hughes would goggle his eyes out if he knew what he named him," He would say with a laugh.

Let's go. It's going to rain.

But.. it's not raining, sir.

Yes it is.. this is rain.

One night, Elysia sat in her bed, not able to get to sleep. Roy and Riza were over with Maes; he was now 8.

"Go into Elysia's room and play with her," Riza said to her son, scooting him along so they could talk with Gracia.

Maes nodded happily.

Elysia jumped as her door creaked open, revealing him.

"Oh, hi, Maes," She smiled. He clambered on top of her bed.

"Wanna play?" He asked.

"N-no thanks," She replied. "But you can stay here with me if you want."

I know what they're talking about.

It's obvious; they want to talk about D-

"Are you sure?" His brown eyes stared up at her pleadingly. His black hair was silky as she absentmindedly played with it, but when she saw those eyes, they reminded her of her own when she would look into a mirror, brushing back her hair into a ponytail.

Confused and alone.

".. All right, we can play," She smiled. He grinned. "Yay, Elysia!"

While they played, Elysia eventually asked him a question, eyes shining.

"Hey, Maes," She looked at him, and he looked back when she didn't start affectionately tousling his hair around.

"Wha?"

"Do you know who you're named after?" She smiled sadly.

He pouted. "No. Who?"

She paused.

"M-my dad," She said proudly.

"Elysia," Maes asked, as her eyes spilled over with tears, "Elysia, what's wrong?"

She just cried. He climbed into her lap, and she looked down at him.

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," She said, stroking his face. "Everything will be okay."

He smiled, and they eventually fell into a deep sleep.

The End.

(Sorry, this wasn't very good. ; I tried, though.. The Hughes family doesn't get too much love from what I've seen. Please review! I'm allright with flames, ha. Elora)