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From the many people that knew the famed small alchemist, few could understand him. As entertaining as his rants are about his height, and the unfound mystery of why he hates milk. Yes, he was a mystery, especially to Mustang and crew.

Edward Eric was in chibi mode, pouting while crossing his arms. He had to go on a mission with his commanding officer, Al was with them, but he ran off to another part of the train to get them food. Why couldn't the bastard let him go on his own, he was not a kid!

"Hey shrimp, let's make a stop at Resembool."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL A TOY TRAIN'S WHEEL COULD CRUSH HIM! And why?"

"Full metal, your auto mail hand isn't even functional, you don't expect me to expect you to fight in those conditions do you?"

"You're enough of a bastard."

"Brother!" the suit of armour acknowledged while carrying an arm load of food, sandwiches, garlic bread, oranges, apples, star fruit, where did he get that? And milk, cartons of it.

"Al, we're going to Resembool, the bastard want to make a detour!"

"Brother…your auto mail arm isn't working right…. "

"It's perfectly functional!"

"On the outside brother… you should thank the colonel for his consideration."

Ed grumbled, why Al was always on the bastard's side. He ate, but later fall into a daze noticed by Al but was carefully monitored by the colonel who notice the chance in the little alchemist's state.

Flashback…

"Dada!" the three year old Edward Eric yelled as he was lifted by his father. His mother was going out of town for a week because she had to. Before she left she told both boys, "mama have something important to do, she's going to help your grandfather, alright."

So both boys were left in the care of the century old alchemist. They said alchemy started in the kitchen, while they were dead wrong, Hohenhiem could not cook. For the first two days all the kids ate were oatmeal boiled in milk, until Al threw a tantrum about the food. All the boys did was run around the house, wearing out the old alchemist.

Although he didn't mind, he barely get to spend enough time with them, he had a mission. His boys were just like him, he saw as the tiny golden eyed child tried to lift the just two year old Alphonse with little success.

"Come on, my little warriors, time to eat." He cooed to the children.

"No omeal!" Al screamed out.

"Dada, go to granny's?" Edward pouted using the puppy eyes on his father to ensure a meal that won't be bland.

"That's a good idea, little Edo, let's go then." Taking the kids to their granny's for better food, and some company.

The next few days were filled with screams and laughter's, Hohenhiem mummified by toilet paper, getting cold ice water poured on him because he wouldn't wake up. Getting tied to his bed because the boys wanted to play pirate, and reading to him boys. What boy at the age of three like alchemy books? He tried a story book but it ended up being thrown at his head.

The last few days were quieter; they either ate out, or go to granny's. But on the second last day Hohenhiem just didn't have the time so he stuck a big baby bottle into Ed's mouth which resulted in a pout and a smaller baby bottle in Al's mouth which resulted in a glare and "humph!" Although all was peaceful. Trisha came back to seeing the father of her children holding them on the couch, all of them asleep.

Flashback…

He sighed, times weren't like that anymore, and before he knew it Mustang had him in a head lock and was pouring milk into his mouth. He punched the bastard a few times but it didn't get him out.

Five milk cartons later, Edward Eric was pouting, crossing his arms and in ultra chibi mode. Why did Mustang make him feel like such a kid? While Al watched as his brother was successfully pulled out of his depression like state again, Mustang was like the father they never had…maybe if it was him as their father, they wouldn't make that mistake…..

Author's note: This chapter is focused not on Mustang but Hohenhiem since Ed = hates milk + hates being called short + hates his father, so I connected everything together. &&& as for the question of would he choke in the last chapter….ummmm….he was dreaming of food and munching on the bones if that answers anything. Review.

Clue: one of the seven/14 sins? It can be from either series.