Disclaimer: I don't own FMA
Notes: Here we are! I had a bit of an issue with the title for this one, but I got it eventually, and as you can see, Olivier's getting to the age where she hates the nickname she's been given. Of course, she's always made sure people say her name right, but now she's becoming particular about what people can call her, too. That theme will be repeated in a few drabbles to come :D
Twelve: Take Cover
Today had been her day. The younger two siblings were out of sight, and out of mind; she had received back excellent marks from her tutor; and the man who taught her how to use her sword had asked to speak to her parents about letting her go up to the next stage, which most children didn't get to until they were ten. Nine-year-old Olivier was beside herself with joy.
"And not only that, Livvy–"
"Olivier."
"–Livvy, your father has Mr. Mustang coming over again."
She froze.
"And Roy's coming with him!"
Her day had just been ruined.
