Yaaaaay! Hohenheim gets some more loving from his fan-girl!

I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist anything, okay? We all know that. It's not like I'm running around screaming, "I'm Hiromu Arakawa!" or "I own Square-Enix!" or whatever.

Yes, it's an anime-manga crossover. How many times has that really been the point of a story? Ah well. Try to enjoy.

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It had been a year since his sons had returned to their original bodies, and him as well. He loved them. He absolutely loved his sons. However. Edward didn't seem to pleased that their father had moved in with them after they'd rebuilt their house.

"Remind me why you're here again?" Ed would ask everytime his dad would show his face.

"Because I'm your father, Edward."

"No you're not! You're just some guy... who... I look like... and... we're not related, stupid!"

Al never wanted to get into these kinds of arguments. He would sit back on the couch with some nice iced tea and watch fists fly, words exchange, and his brother stare deviously upward toward his parent for his unending lack of height. His brother would always complain that he'd gotten his father's hair, eyes, nose, and basically his total facial structure, yet he couldn't get his father's height.

"What is this? I can't get any taller? Why is fate so cruel?!" Ed would scream constantly. Ed knew he looked just like his dad. He knew it for a fact. He hated it. But, no matter what he did, he simply couldn't grow any taller to see Hohenheim right in the eye. (This was of course, leaving out the fact that he ultimately did not want to drink milk.)

Poor Edward didn't like his father for this reason only. Other than this current problem, Ed absolutely loved his father! Yup, he really did. Being with Hohenheim a whole year and realizing that his dad had left home for the same reason he did only made their father/son relationship bloom. Heck, the family went to the fair together all the time! Still, this didn't seem to repair the gap that was between Ed and his dad, for whatever reason it existed.

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It was a clear morning, and the sun was just coming up from over the Resembool hills. Hohenheim, being the morning person he'd always been, walked out to get today's and yesterday's newspaper, the most recent of which he'd forgotten to get the day before. He walked inside to find Ed and Al both staring menacingly at him from the top of the stairs. "Daaaaaad," they said slowly. "You still owe us breakfast."

Hohenheim thought a moment. He did lose the bet, didn't he? He should have known never to make that bet with his sons that he wouldn't go outside in his boxers again. He always lost that one! Darn. Breakfast it was.

Ed and Al both sat down at the table. Al, glad to not be the only one who knew how to cook in this house, was indeed thankful that he didn't have to this morning. Ed was decent at cooking, and could cook pretty well for someone like him. (You know, the stubborn brat stereotype never cooks.) The two sat at the table waiting patiently for their food. Hohenheim was busy messing around with some utensils, swapping between blender and oven quite a bit. Gaining attention from his sons while doing this, he slowed down and tried to distract them from their staring. God, how he hated when people stared at him. It had always bothered him. Why? He didn't really know. Personally, he didn't care. It just annoyed him.

He thought up a way to get them to do something else. "Edward, Alphonse, would you to do me a favor and-" The doorbell rang. "Get that? Sure!" yelled Al as he dragged Ed with him to get the door. There was a sound of the door being opened and then dead silence. Hohenheim had just finished breakfast anyway, so he figured he should see what's going on. He walked into the main hallway to see what was going on. As he saw the person standing at the door, he stopped dead in his tracks. He managed to stutter out one sentence. "It can't be...Envy?"