lostmoonchild: Okay, here's chapter two! I don't own FMA or anything else unless I say otherwise.

CHAPTER TWO

"Wow… big house." One of the kids said sounding unhappy about moving.

"HELLO!" Another kid shouted.

The kids all listened as "hello" was echoed back to them. "Wow… empty. Just like big brother's head."

The kids all snickered a little before running outside to grab their stuff. "I don't like that house. It's too empty." Sam complained.

Ross smiled a little and messed his younger brother's hair up. "Well, once we get all our stuff moved in, it'll feel more like home." Ross answered. "Everybody gets their own room if you want your own room."

The kids cheered before grabbing their stuff and running inside. Smiling, Ross grabbed as many boxes as he could and carried them inside. One of the rooms, he decided, would be an office. Another room could be a playroom for the children to play in. It'd be an escape for the ones who wanted to escape. But there was still a few empty rooms.

Ross looked at his twin sister's things knowing that they'd never be touched by their owner. His dead sister would have a room for herself. She wouldn't be forgotten by any of them. Just like their parents wouldn't be forgotten.

After a few hours everything was set up inside the house and they were currently working on putting the dishes and everything else in their proper place. "Knock, knock!" Somebody shouted.

They stopped where they were and smiled when they saw Mustang smiling at them with a strict looking woman behind him. "Hey, Colonel." Ross greeted with a smile.

The kids retreated behind their older brother when they saw the woman and looked at their brother with confused looks. "Brother, who's that?" Bryce asked looking confused. "Why's she here?"

"Yeah, brother. Who's that?" Amy questioned.

"Bryce, Samara, shut up." Ross snapped shaking his head.

"DON'T CALL ME SAMARA! MY NAME IS AMY!" Amy shouted angrily.

Ross shook his head a little before offering an apology to the woman. "I'm sorry about my brothers and sisters' reactions. We've all had a long day. Just moved in today and we're all tired."

As if proving that his brother was telling the truth, Sam pulled on his older brother's shirt and nestled against Ross when he was picked up. "Oh, well, I just wanted to meet the children. Colonel Mustang says you'll begin work first thing tomorrow morning." The woman said with a smile.

"Well, it's nice to meet you…"

"Just call me Karolin."

"Do you have experience with children?"

"Oh yes. I helped my mother with my siblings after my father abandoned his family. Some men just aren't cut out to be family men, I believe."

Ross nodded a little and watched his siblings' reactions closely. It was obvious they didn't trust the woman, they all learned to keep their guard up closely when a stranger was involved. "Why's she here?" Amy questioned. "BROTHER! YOU SAID IF YOU TOOK THIS JOB THEN NONE OF US WOULD BE PUT UP FOR ADOPTION!"
"Don't be stupid, stupid. Brother needs a nanny for us since there's more BABIES than the mature ones can handle." Kyle said with a disgusted tone.

"So who's who?" Karolin questioned.

"We've got Kyle, Johnny, Jamie, Sam, Alex, Samara, Jeremy, Becca, Byrce, and Christina." Ross said pointing to each kid.

"I don't like being called Samara. My name is AMY!"

"Our late sister called her Amy." Ross explained. "So we all started calling her Amy except for when she's in trouble. Then we just say Samara."

Karolin nodded in understanding before asking, "Where is your late sister, if I may ask? Away at college?"

"An angel came and made her stop hurting." Sam answered innocently.

"You kids go upstairs and get ready for bed." Ross said putting Sam down. "I'll be up in a bit to make sure you all are comfortable."

The kids pouted but nodded before walking upstairs. "I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?" Karolin asked looking worried.

"Our late sister died about four years ago. She was sick and nothing we tried could make her get better."
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Karolin said with a sympathetic look. "How are the young ones handling her passing?"

Ross looked back at the stairs for a minute before saying, "We're managing. There's times where the older ones blame Sam for getting sick."

"I'm lost."

"Rose, that's our sister, went out one night to get medicine after Sam got sick. When she was coming back, she got attacked. We didn't know what had happened until she passed out and we got her to the hospital. Things just got bad until she couldn't keep anything down. Then she passed away. Sometimes the older ones blame Sam for Rose dying."

"Oh dear. That must be terrible for the little one."

"He's tough. If it bothers him, he doesn't say anything."

"Unless he's afraid of them finding out."

"He knows that I know and he knows that I don't tolerate them saying those things to him." Ross explained. "Now if you don't mind, I would like to make sure my siblings are in bed and I'd like to get some sleep."

"Of course. I'll be here about seven tomorrow."

"Alright. I'll write out a quite list of the rules and what the kids can and cannot have. My contact information will be by the phone if you need to call me. If one of the kids gets sick, just do what you feel is right."

Karolin nodded in understanding and turned, allowing the teenage boy to go upstairs to check on his siblings and to get some sleep. "What do you think of her?" Mustang asked before Ross went upstairs.

"It's not what I think of her that matters. It's what my brothers and sisters think of her. Don't tell her but I'll be hearing about what she's done during the day. If I'm not satisfied with how she's caring for my siblings, I'll have her dismissed."

Nodding, Mustang bid Ross a goodnight before leaving the house, making sure to lock the door behind him.

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