Fullmetal Alchemist Dribbles and Drabbles
Fullmetal Alchemist does not belong to me, but Hiromu A. But I do own this drabble series.
Aaaw… really short so bonus drabble at the end. I really like this.
"I weally wuv mwy mummy. Because mwy mummy wuvs me and mwy mummy wuvs mwy daddy too." The child smiles widely on stage. She closes her eyes and sighs, her blonde hair loosely curling, settling on shoulders.
She sits among the audience, a mother's smile set upon her face, a young bride's blush still glowing a joy her cheeks. Her daughter was beautiful, a mirror reflection of her and her husband. A product of love, a sinless pride. The woman began to make noises of surprise, anticipation and bashfulness as the child spoke, who's voice a loyalty, the words laced just as the two girls had discussed earlier this week for the school play. Mother's heart tightens. Child finally sees her mother and she sucks in her breath.
"I want to be mummy when I grows up. Becuz she wuvs everyone. She even weally wuvz my daddy. REALLY!"
The girl began to google and put such intense expression, the audience was about to pop wondering how such a loving and successful father can trigger such a frivolous act. Winry let out a young girl's squeal and slides her hand under the man's next to her.
"B-becuzz!" The child's bottom lip wobbles. "It's hard to wuv mwy daddy! But mwaaammy… still loves hwim!" She sobbed and tears stroke her cheeks. And she said the next line perfectly, just as Winry and her had rehearsed with the magic of practise and laughter;
"And my father's a shrimp!"
After the show…
Edward grimaces, lips still resembling the whining pout he held before becoming the adult, with responsibilities and power he now held. That power though, diminished, after the night's show. "I'm not a shrimp." He stops himself from acting immaturely and rambling on how he, in fact, wasn't a shrimp small enough that a child up to his knees could call him a shrimp.
Winry stroked his arm, catching the remnants of his thoughts in a mumble. "Of course, you're not!"
"Then why did you have to tell Al to say that line?" Edward whimpers, remembering the confidence.
Winry plays surprise. "What? Noo… I didn't tell Al."
"Win… I meant Al… as in –"
"Yes, yes." Winry knew perfectly well their pet name for young Alison. It was also why they named her after Alphonse anyway. She clicked her tongue. "C'mon, Ed. Let's act nice and happy when we pick up little Al backstage."
She smiles. Edward chuckles. "Yeah, alright."
"Yeah, alright." Winry agrees. Then Edward completely turns the tables;
"Just you wait until it's Mother's Day. Guess what Al is going to say about you, darling…?"
Aaaw… -cries- It's like an early Father's Day gift. I'll like, put it in my Dad's card later. If you do, for some reason, want to give this little fanfiction to your Dad later, too, please like. Give me credit. –laugh laugh poke poke beg beg– Thank you.
