This is my first fanfic so please be kind, and yes I know my grammar stinks.
P.S. I don't own FMA, I wish I did though cause that would be awesome.
Ed had no clue what time it was. All he knew was that it was really late, and that even though he desperately wanted to go to sleep no matter what he did he just couldn't fall asleep. He tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable position in hotel bed but it didn't work. His mind was full of thoughts of everything that had happened to him since he and his brother had lost their mother. How could he sleep while Al's soul was still stuck inside that suit of armor? But then there was the voice in the back of his head, soft and gentle, telling him that his body needed sleep. At the moment his mind's hard logic was winning against the gentle voice but it still continued to whisper how tired his body was. Ed sighed; he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon.
"Brother, are you having difficulty sleeping?" Ed turned his head to the source of the hollow metallic voice from the far corner of the room.
"Yeah," Ed said in a defeated voice. "I just can't seem to fall asleep." He felt a little guilty bothering his brother with sleeping problems when Al himself couldn't sleep. It reminded him of a child who has gotten bored with a toy then waves it in the face of another kid who doesn't have the toy. Then a strange thought came to him. Normally Ed would never ask but he was so tired he wasn't really thinking properly. "Al what do you do while I sleep?"
"Where did that come from brother?" Al sounded surprised by his brother's sudden question.
"I don't know," Ed replied with a yawn. "I'm just curious."
Al sighed. "Well at first I just sat and waited for you to wake up, but that was really boring. After a while I tried reading"
"In the dark?" Ed interrupted.
"Well yes, it's not like it could hurt my eyes. Unfortunately I eventually ran out of books to read. That's when I decided to take up a hobby." Al finished, then opened his chest and began to pull out several different items that Ed couldn't identify in the dim light. "It was at about that time that Scar attacked us and we had to visit Auntie Pinako and Winry to get your arm fixed. One afternoon while we were there Auntie Pinako asked me to help her mend some of Winry's overalls. I offered to use alchemy but she said sometimes things meant more when you took the time fix them yourself. That's when I first started sewing." Ed then realized what the items were, a sewing basket, a bolt of black cloth, and a bag of stuffing. "On our way back to Central I decided to make a birthday present for Elicia, after all Mr. Hughes has always been so nice to us and he wouldn't stop talking about how her birthday was coming up. At first I wasn't sure what to make, but then it came to me. A stuffed kitten!" Al was visibly excited while remembering his stroke of genius. "Mr. Hughes gave it to her for me, apparently she loved it and it's one of her favorite toys. Since then I've been making stuffed kittens and giving them to anybody I think needs a kitten in their life."
Now that Al mentioned it he had seen several small stuffed kittens around. There had been the little orange tabby on First Lieutenant Hawkeye's desk, a white one with black spots at his master's house, and recently Alex Louis Armstrong had been seen carrying a small yellow one in his breast pocket.
"You aren't going to laugh at me are you brother?" Ed came out of his thoughts at the sound of his brother's voice.
"Why on earth would I laugh?"Ed yawned then continued. "Sure it's a little odd, but you're making other people happy, that's no reason to laugh." Ed mumbled as he shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Al looked at his brother who had finally fallen asleep. "Good night brother." With that Al began to work on his newest kitten.