A/N: I have many stories stuck in my head. But yeah, I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist although I wish I did. And, more then likely, my writing will suck with this story as well.

But yeah, anyway, Enjoy.

Summer is meant for fun. For a child, it meant amusement parks, ice cream, and cherry soda pop. For adults it meant barbeques, fireworks, a chance for love, and chasing the little ones around the yard trying to put their bathing suit back on. But sadly, this was not one of those free, fun packed summers.

At least, not for two little boys.

The window was cracked only slightly as to let in the cool air of the night in, which caused the curtains to dance against the light of a lamp that sat nearby. It did not shine white like most lamps, it shined a brilliant yellow. And the young one on the floor began to wonder if the reason for his gold eyes was because I always stared at this one lamp. Just as he was doing right now. He couldn't take his eyes off it for it gave of a sense of bliss and enjoyment. Even the toy in his hands wouldn't ever make him as happy as the light. His little brother on the other hand did not find this same bliss and took the toy from the older one and began to play silently.

The golden eyed one stayed staring even though, in the background, his mother was franticly packing bags and gathering money. As she did this, she would stop every once and a while to listen for a noise. The young boys didn't know what, but they knew that they had to be quiet as well. They knew by the look on their mother's face and the vibe they got from her that something scary was happening.

"Alright boys…I'm almost done…then we'll never be bothered again." She said, putting all of the bags in the living room with her two sons.

The youngest glanced at the bags then up at his mother as she began to put his shoes on. "Momma…" He cooed but she quickly shushed him.

"Alphonse, dear, you need to be quiet…" She said in a hush tone and looked at the window as headlights shined in. And just like that, the oldest son's concentration was broken and his huge golden eyes looked out the window. Something seemed to grab his heart and yank violently as he heard a car door slam outside. He jumped and looked at his mother and was about to ask what was going on when she suddenly put them in his bedroom.

"B-brother…I-I'm scared…" Alphonse whimpered as he clung to his older brother who was staring out into the living room to see what was going on.

Their father walked into the house and he felt every piece of him freeze. He had a bad feeling about what was about to happen.

"What are you doing?" His father asked with much of a slur. His mother shook her head, her auburn brown hair swaying back and forth.

"N-nothing dear…I was just-"

"Just what?! Are…are you leaving me, Trisha?"

The oldest son could see something pop in his mother. A sort of bottle that held many emotions. "I can't do this anymore, Van! I won't let you touch my children!"

"They are my children, too! And I will do whatever I want with them!"

The eldest son shut the door and held his younger brother close as they listened to heavy, masculine fists hit violently against delicate silk skin. And as the screams and braking vases cooled down to simple cries, he began to fall asleep with his brother who was already gone into his own wonderland. He smiled at the thought of a wonderland as his eyes closed and imagined a white rabbit in a waist coat falling into his own hole. And in his mind, he ran after it.

A/N: Is it any good? Should I continue? o.o