All because of a damn cold

Chapter three;

The dressing gown.

AN: ah my cold is still here, and will be till I give it to some else…. I wonder if I should gift-wrap it…?

Ok, thanks a billion to lulio chan, who put in a review that just made my day, and put me in the mood to write hint hint

sooooo, a big thanks to rry, mrawgirl109, and lulio chan,who all put me up on their favs. I am shocked and amazed by how many hits I have already! It truly made me see stars when I checked in DT class at school, everyone in the class looked at me oddly when I started grinning manically though… and the closest few started to back away. I wonder why…?

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Disclaimer; they own the neighbourhood, I just rent a house.

Now on with the story!

Belledonner.


"Aaaa-lll," Edward wined in an over exaggerated croak. "Help me brother, o'brother of mine," cough, wheeze, splutter, " hellllllp, meeeeee."

"What do you want?" Alphonse snapped; he was at the end of a very long tether. His brother had not stopped wining and complaining since they had returned from the doctors and Al had bed ridden him. Al desperately needed to either get rid of his brother or knock him unconscious fast; Winry was coming to central for a visit, and Edward didn't know a thing about it, witch is how Alphonse wanted it to stay, he really didn't want Edward to be privy to what they would be doing.

"Fine! If you want to take that tone with me, then I guess I will be leaving." Edward heaved himself up from the sunken bed, his eyelids drooping as he tilted to one side, his automail arm almost scraping the floor as Edward picked his way towards the closet and started throwing cloths around the room in search of his usual attire.

"Um brother, I wouldn't wear that if I were you." Alphonse said hesitantly as Edward pulled his red coat from its crumpled pile in the corner of the cupboard. Al was trying really hard to keep the enthusiasm out of his voice at the prospect of getting his brother out of the house, but he must have let something slip because said brother gave him a dirty glare and flipped him a bird.

"Why not?" Ed said, his voice irritable behind the drowsiness.

"Because you used it as a tissue yesterday."

True enough, there was a rather large, green slimy patch on the flamel design on the back. Edward shrugged it off, "uggguh gross, oh well, it'll have to do."

Alphonse stood in horror as his brother trudged towards the front door dressed in nothing but boxers, his combat boots and a slime-covered coat.

"You cant were that outside brother!" Al half shrieked, grabbing the back of the redcoat in his fist –careful to avoid the snot- and yanking it of his brothers back and replacing it with something less mucus covered in less time than it took Edward to realize he was missing it. "Okay, now out!" and with that Edward was dumped unceremoniously into the corridor.

"Fine then!" Ed half yelled, half croaked to know one particular –as there was no one there to hear his pathetic attempt of fury-.

And with that, and a swirl of his new 'coat' (and Edward was yet to realize that he wasn't wearing his snot covered red coat), Edward marched groggily down the hall towards Mustang's office.

From behind the door Alphonse waited till the clank of automail faded, then he rushed to the phone, dialling the number before he had got the earpiece to his face.

What he doesn't know won't hurt him. And he wasn't only thinking about the baby blue dressing gown covered in yellow duckies his brother was now wearing.

-OoO-

And all because of one damn cold.


AN: the next chapter is going to be rather…amusing, shall we say? Mustang, duckies, chicken soup, and pictures…I will say no more. But if you want to read more then you will have to review more! Hooray!

Belledonner.