Don't be to cruel :D Guess what? I DON'T OWN FMA! Shocking isn't it? :) Now, on to the story!


Izumi saw him enter the kitchen as she was preparing dinner.

"Teacher?"

"Yes Alphonse?"

"I was wondering..well...you see, brother and I were talking earlier, about our mother."

Izumis expression softened, "Oh?"

"Well, we talked about how we felt like we wouldn't survive after she passed away, and how we promised we would never forget her. It seems lately, we talk about her less and less. Are we bad children?"

Izumi got on her knees and looked the little boy in the eyes, "Alphonse, I promise, you are not bad children. Your mother loved you very much, and wherever she is now, she still loves you, and she always will. Even though you can be annoying little -- "

"Teacher!"

They laughed, until Al's face gained a serious expression, as if he was thinking.

"Something wrong?"

"I have another question."

"Yes?"

"Is it possible to have two mothers?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"Well, Edward and I have our mother, who we love very much, but, she can't be with us right now. Then, well..we have you Teacher. You cook for us, and care for us when we're scared, like a mother. And..we..we love you Teacher."

Izumi wrapped her arms around his tiny frame, blinking back tears that threatened to escape. Edward then walked into the kitchen mumbling something about how dumb it was to drink milk with dinner. Izumi grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into the embrace.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU CRAZY OLD HAG?"

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOUR CALLING OLD YOU PINT SIZED LITTLE INCECT?"

As the screaming and fighting continued(teacher was winning), Al cocked his head to the side and observed the scene. No matter how unconventional, or disfunctional people would say they were, this was his family, and they were happy.