Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own FMA. That belongs to Arakawa-sensei. *sigh I suppose I'll just have to face the harsh facts of life. All respective credits to the people who own the gummi sweets.
"Brother, are- are those what I think they are?" Ed held up the clear plastic bag.
"Are you thinking they're gummi bears," Ed asked teasingly.
"No. I'm thinking they're gummi worms." Ed chuckled and tossed the bag to Al.
"I've got enough of both to last you a life time."
"I'll eat 'em in two months." Ed laughed.
"Just don't make yourself sick."
"Too late. I'm already sick," Al said through a stuffy nose.
"I meant, don't give yourself a stomach ache." Al giggled.
"I won't." Ed laughed again.
Two months later…
Al groaned and clutched his stomach.
"Brother, I don't feel to good." Ed sighed.
"You said you wouldn't make yourself sick eating those. From now on, I'm going to put a limit on how many you can eat a day."
"But, Brother," Al whined, "that's not fair. You know how much I love gummi bears and gummi worms."
"That's exactly why I'm limiting how much you eat, Al. Otherwise, you'll… you'll just make yourself sick," Ed called as Al ran down the hallway to the bathroom. He shook his head as sounds of retching drifted down the hall.
"I warned him," Ed muttered to himself.
A/N: I actually did this once. I ate so many gummi worms and bears, I made myself sick. Which, in retrospect, is strange because I very rarely throw up. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story. I look forward to hearing from all my wonderful readers.