To be honest, I didn't think I'd finish this chapter for a while! Major issues with writer's block. But here it is, completed and ready for your viewing pleasure! Even if I'm not all that happy with it. Especially towards the beginning. Ugh. But, though I'm not all that fond of it, I hope you guys enjoy it!

Edward: You're actually done?

Roy: I think she is... It's a miracle!

Edward: She didn't ramble!

Me: I hate you two. -glares-

Thank you to everyone who's reviewed, Favorited/Alerted Me/This Story. And to Nyah, again, for always saying "I bet they f." when she sees this story. xD And to Pandah Rhia for always pushing me to write.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist; Hiromu Arakawa does. It makes me very sad. T_T

Warnings: Boy x Boyness, Mpreg, and maybe a bit of foul language

Edward: I think something's wrong. She's acting different.

Roy: Me, too. We should run. o.o

Edward and Roy: -start running away from me-

Me: Bastards.

The sun was shining brightly through the curtains that had been opened only a few minutes before. A man with long blond hair- loose and splayed everywhere- was sprawled all across the bed, snoring. Roy was glaring at him, military jacket thrown over the couch.

"Edward, get up already. There's only an hour and a half left until the speech, and we have to be there early." His tone was harsher than he'd meant, but he was nervous.

It ended up that he literally had to drag Edward out of bed and dress him because the neko was not a morning person; he was asleep on his feet and adamantly refusing to get dressed on his own, his silence more or less doing the talking for him. Eventually, though, Roy was half-carrying, half-dragging the neko out of the front door, stowing away a muffin for the blond's breakfast later; there was no way either one of them was eating at the moment.

The yard where the speech would be held was full of activity. Soldiers were setting up the tables where diplomats, reporters, and civilians would sit; a podium was set in front of that, chairs to the side and a little behind for Mustang's unit and lover.

Edward finally woke up enough to eat, having bugged Roy so long that the man finally shoved the muffin in his hands. Happily, he'd plopped down in his chair, ears twitching as he ate. The sounds of other people coming in and taking their places distracted him, and he almost forgot to eat. Almost, but not quite. What with all the distractions, he finished just in time for the speech.

It was almost the end of the speech when the blond had to slip away, one hand clutching his stomach and the other clapped over his mouth. Roy paused, stuttering. If not for Hawkeye shooting a threatening glare his way, he would've raced after his younger lover. But he stumbled through the rest of the speech, almost forgetting a few lines; normally, he was a great public speaker.

As soon as it was over, he was going after Edward. Behind him, Hawkeye stood up and addressed the crowd. "The Fuhrer will be back soon to answer any questions." The woman was always straight-forward.

Roy found Ed kneeling in the grass on the other side of the building. Since he'd not had much to eat, the neko was just dry-heaving now, ears flat against his head, tail lying limply in the grass behind him. Roy pushed the long strands of golden hair back from a sweat-slickened forehead.

"Hey, hey. What happened, Ed?" he asked quietly, right in the blond's ear, rubbing his hair softly and gently rocking him.

"Du-nno." he grumbled, sounding like he was going to throw up again. Roy stroked the younger's cheek soothingly with his free hand. The other was still holding hair out of the way, just in case. After they'd sat there for a while, and Ed's breathing had returned to normal, they finally settled back a bit.

"Better?"

"Mhm." His head nodded against Roy's chest.

"Come on. I'll get Hawkeye to see what she can do for you while I finish up here, okay?" Ed nodded again, swallowing hard before he allowed his dark-haired lover to help him to his feet. He leaned heavily on the older, taller man as they walked back, and swayed on his feet when he was left standing off to the side, out of everyone else's line of vision. His lover whispered to Riza for a moment before the blond woman nodded and walked over to him, smiling as she placed a hand on his back and led him to the building.

"Do you still feel sick?"

The neko nodded his head, one arm over his stomach.

"Do you need something to-"

"No, no. I'm not going to puke again." he mumbled, slipping away from her and settling on the couch in the Fuhrer's office. Riza pressed a hand against his forehead; he didn't feel all that hot.

"Hold on. I'll be right back, okay?" After she'd left, Edward let his head rest in the crook where the arm rest met the back of the couch. His flesh hand was rubbing his stomach softly, a frown etching his features. Earlier, he'd felt fine; whatever this was had come on without warning. No pain; no nausea at all up until the last few minutes before he'd thrown up.

"Here; sip it, and the nausea will ease off." When a steaming cup was held under his nose, questioning golden eyes dropped from the ceiling to Riza. "It's just herbal tea; it helps with nausea. Trust me." He stared at it for another moment, then sighed and took a small drink from the cup.

"Thanks, Hawkeye." he mumbled, cupping his hands around the warmth. After a quiet moment, he took another sip.

"What's wrong, Edward? You seemed fine earlier? Have you been sick lately?" Riza asked, taking a seat on the couch beside him. One of her hands pressed lightly again his forehead again. There was still no fever, despite sweat clinging to his skin.

"I dunno. I felt fine earlier, too, but it just… hit me all of a sudden. I'm sure it's not nothing major and it'll be over soon enough." he replied, shrugging his shoulders. The tea, which he'd taken a few more sips of, was already helping, and he didn't feel near as nauseous as he had earlier. "This really does work."

"You shouldn't just brush things like this off, Edward. It could be something serious." Riza scolded, then smiled. "I know. I drank it all the time when I had morning sickness. Jean got tired of making it for me, I think."

"How is he?"

"Brother? Are you okay?"

Edward and Riza both looked up in the direction of the door, and Edward's face dropped into a scowl. She simply laughed, shaking her head as she covered her mouth. Roy and Alphonse were fighting each other to get through the door, shoving at each other's faces and shoulders. Winry was standing behind them, one hand on her hip; one could barely see her face over both of the other men.

"Would you two stop it? One of you walk in before the other, or I'll kill both of you!" Ed growled irritably, eyes narrowing at them. He took another drink from the cup as Roy and Alphonse looked at each other. Then Alphonse stepped back and Roy walked in first, Alphonse following and Winry taking up the rear. Roy sat down between Edward and the arm of the couch and pulled the golden-haired neko into his lap.

"You okay?" he mumbled against one cat ear. It flicked against his lips. Ed, it seemed, was a bit more irritable and moody at the moment, and he didn't want to make the neko mad again.

"Now, yeah. Riza gave me this, and it really helped." He gestured to the cup before taking a longer drink from it.

"Brother, you had me so scared! I thought something was really wrong when you ran off-stage and didn't come back!"

"We were both really scared, Ed. What happened?" Winry asked, standing beside Al in front of the couch.

"Nothing. I just… Well, I got a bit sick. But it's okay now! I promise!" A grin spread across his face, sharp canines glinting in the light filtering through the curtains.

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The same thing happened the next morning, though. Ed had to rush to the bathroom after breakfast, and he wound up spending half of the morning retching into the toilet. Roy called Riza and had her tell the cooks what to make for the nausea. After that, the blond was able to come out of the bathroom.

"Ed. I'm going to have to insist you see the doctor, okay?"

"I dunno, Roy. It's probably nothing."

"Please, Ed. Just to settle my nerves, okay? You can use my personal doctor. I'll give him a call, and we'll probably be able to see him later today."

Ed heaved a long sigh, but finally mumbled, "Fine. You can call him." And Roy rushed off to do so.

And so, that's the end of this chapter! I've already got ideas for the next chapter, so I should be working on it real soon! I just don't have a lot to say tonight. Uh, read and review if you liked it. Or, ya know, even if you didn't like it. I wanna hear either way!

Edward: The world's fucking ending! She's got nothing to say!

Roy: Oh my gawrsh the fuck are we gonna do? AH!

Me: And they're both running in circles panicking. -sigh- Well, read and review! Ciao!

hugs&kisses~ Madarao