I just felt like writing a short little fic about what life would be like after the get their bodies resorted. This is all based on the MANGA not the ANIME! The anime was terrifically un-loyal to the manga, so if you haven't read the manga, I implore you to do so.

This is just what I think it would be like... er... spoiler warning, I guess?

Send me your e-mail and I'll send you the picture that this fic is based off.

I have a habit of naming the Elrics in their full names wherein their nicknames are equally applicable. Just sayin'...

I OWN NOTHING!

I have NO IDEA what the middle names of the FMA characters are so I will make them up as I see fit!

Forty-two? Well it's The Guide, of course!

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Alphonse was handsome. Very handsome. And very tall...

Walking towards a street corner in Central, wearing a lovely black tuxedo, he talked with Lan Fan about the weather. The snow fell unevenly, constantly finding it's way in to Edward's left shoe. This annoyed Edward to no end, though whenever he tried to complain about it, Winry would remind him that he could at least i feel /i the snow in his shoe, which was an improvement from the previous. And that shut Ed up.

...for a wile, anyway...

Ling was dragging his feet the whole time, saying how he just had to get back to Xing. In all fairness, Ling probably did have to get back there, but Ed had dragged him from the country he was the emperor of, saying that he might as well come to a god forsaken wedding as a favor to the man (Edward) who had secured the country to him. Ling had nothing to say to that.

Glacia and Elycia walked behind them all, Elycia holding a little potted daisy. The daisy had started growing on top of Hughes' grave. The daisy had been 'saved' from the cold weather, potted, and taken care of by Elycia every day for the last four years. That didn't mean the little thing was healthy looking, though.

Elycia had been three when she had (briefly) met Alphonse for the first time. She could hardly remember Alphonse as the awkward, cold suit of armor that he had been. She could only now remember him has "Uncle Alphy", the tall, handsome brunette who she had a slight, slight, crush on. But then, who didn't have a crush on the suave Alphonse Elric. If little Edward was a legend for his alchemy, Alphonse was a legend for his face, his charm his... What was that, a cat? Yes, his way with cats.

And as Lan Fan tried so dammed hard not to giggle at everything Alphonse said, Ling didn't even try not to roll his eyes. Edward had lots of fun, teasing the hell out of the redound emperor.

"Are you jealous? Jealous of my little brother! Are ya'? Are you?" Edward waggled his finger in front of Ling, who threatened to cut the cursed thing off.

Winry didn't know if was humanly possible for someone to shove their hand that far into their pocket.

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Hawkeye was nervous. Very nervous. It had taken the combined efforts of Falman, Breda and Brosh to wrestle her gun away from her, because she had become accustomed to shooting everything that moved. Black Hayate had suffered the most from all of this, almost losing an ear on two separate occasions.

Mustang had wanted to help extract the gun from Hawkeye, but they all said it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding, and apparently, Mustang's mother was a very superstitious woman.

Hawkeye had three bridesmaids, two of which she had knocked unconscious, the third was still trying to get here. They all said it was snowing like hell outside, probably why Winry had not yet arrived. Hawkeye had few female friends, so when she had asked the blonde teen to be in her wedding, Winry had happily obliged. Roy had kind of rolled his eyes at this, but Riza had been happy to remind him that one of his first men was a potted daisy. The other had been wheeled in by Armstrong.

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"And do you, Riza Marie Hawkeye take Roy Aticus Mustang as your lawfully wedded husband?"

Riza froze, and Roy waved Black Hayate in front of Riza's face as a failed attempt to thaw her. Edward put his head in his hand, snickering crudely. Alphonse leaned back in his chair, chuckling. This chuckle made two bridesmaids faint, Winry, however, was immune to this, but her heart did skip a beat.

Elsewhere, Riza started to shake, her left eye twitching every three or four seconds.

Glacia, half smiling, half frowning in disbelief, rested her head in her left hand. Elycia stared intently at the potted daisy being held by Havoc in his wheelchair. Havoc saw that he, or rather Mr. Maes the daisy, was being starred at, and waved at Elycia. Elycia starred back curtly, as if debating whether she should wave at all.

Riza mumbled something that sounded a lot like "OhGodohGodohmpphsGodIdoIthinkohGod..."

This was good enough for the priest who had never been a very patient man to begin with, "Okay! I now pronounce you man and wife,"-- This brought a loud 'eeep!' from Riza-- "You may now kiss the bride!" He slammed the book closed.

Roy swooped down upon his wife, a more vulgar kiss had never before been seen by Mrs. Mustang. She placed her head in her hands.

Alphonse, of course, could not contain his laughter.

Several women, Mrs. Mustang included, fainted as a direct result of the younger Elric's laughter.

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"DON'T EAT ALL OF THE FOOD, YOU ASSHOLE FORENIGER!"

"WHAT? LING NOT SPEAKKU THE ENGRISH SO WELL!"

"QUIT LYING! YOU'RE EATING ALL THE FOOD AT MY WEDDING!"

Edward was dragged over, "EDWARDO-SAN! PREASE TELL LING WHAT THIS ALCHEMIST MAN SAYING!"

Ed could only roll his eyes.

"Young master, should I just kill these fellas?" Lan Fan could see why Ling was eating all the food! It was good!

Alphonse sat in the corner with Riza Mustang, trying to get her to stop shooting people with her imaginary gun. Her favorite target seemed to be Sergeant Brosh. She leaned over and whispered something in Alphonse's ear. Whatever Riza was whispering caused Alphonse to jump right up in his seat and tackle Mustang out of the room.

"I would like to propose a toast to my lovely," --Riza, who seemed to have regained all of her sanity, blushed deep maroon-- "Lovely wife, who, it I am correct-", Havoc was happy to interject that Roy rarely ever was, "Is carrying my first child!"

That stopped the crowd dead.

Edward smiled. "So that's why you tackled him, Al?"

Alphonse smiled back; facial expressions had become his new hobby, "Yup."

"Mommy, how are babies made?" Elycia poked her mother in the arm.

Glacia answered, "Forty-two."

"Oh.".

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Any questions? If you want, I'll continue it. I'm not sure if it can be considered drabble(It might be to long), but I wanted to write this and I really liked how it turned out, regardless of weather you did or didn't. If you don't know who Ling or Lan Fan are, or are confused for any particular reason, you need to READ THE MANGA!