'Breakfast'
A/N: Al would be the greatest housewife ever. Definitely inspired by BBI… if you've ever seen the game you'll know what I mean…
'Niiiiii-saaaannn! Get up!'
'Eugghh… five more minutes…' moaned Ed, clutching his pillow. (Drool-stained, Al noticed with a sigh. He'd have to clean it, again.)
'You need to get up!' Al repeated, sitting on his other brother. ('Heeyyyy! You're bigger then me!' moaned a squashed Al – only in his half-asleep state would Edward ever admit to his 'vertical disability.')
'Ed – if you don't get up, you'll be late for work, and then you'll be fired! And you know how hard it is to find a job here! Plus… I made breakfast…' he mumbled.
Ed looked up from under the pillow and at his younger brother. 'Al, you do realize you're turning into a housewife.'
The taller boy grinned, leaning down until his nose brushed his brother's. 'Does that mean-' he said in a strange, sultry voice that didn't quite suit him, '-I can kiss my husband good morning?'
Ed grinned broadly before leaning in to his 'wife's' embrace. 'Of course, darling. Anytime.'
Needless to say, breakfast was all but forgotten.