Somehow I don't like this one too much. It got a bit longer that it supposed to :P Well, anyway, here it is.

Trisha-Melissa Elric: 7
Jonathan Mustang: 4
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You all know how girls always get exited from some thing or another, depending on their age and impulses they get from the surroundings.

"…And everything was so beautiful. Winry had the prettiest dress and there were roses and lilies everywhere." Trisha fussed as she explained her experience to Jonathan who sat on the opposite sit from Trisha at the table and was actually more focused on the drawing than the girl's babbling.

Trisha, however, had a long forgotten picture of going-to-be rainbow on the table as she was too busy to talk about the basketful of rose pedals she had been holding through the whole ceremony.

"Wedding sure are the best thing there is." Trisha said, sighing dreamily. "When I grow up I'm gonna have as beautiful wedding as Uncle Al and Winry had." Trisha glanced at Jonathan who still didn't seem to be paying any attention on what she was talking about. "Oh right. Too bad you didn't make it there, Jon."

The yellow crayon in Jonathan's hand stopped its work of colouring the sun he had been drawing into the blue sky in his paper. Now the boy just stared the unfinished picture, still not saying a word. Sure he was a bit sad that he just happened to catch a chickenpox just under the Elric-Rockbell wedding. No, he wasn't upset of that he didn't get there himself, but because his father too had to miss the wedding and stay at home taking care of Jonathan, since his mother was a maid of honour of Winry and couldn't miss that.

"It's okay," Jonathan finally said. "I did saw the photos and you have told me practically everything what happened there." Twice, actually.

Trisha didn't look too surprised, Jonathan always being comfortable with pretty little effort. But still she wanted the boy to have something alike Trisha had experienced herself.

That was when she got the idea.

"Jon, we'll get married."

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"Do you even know how to get married?" Jonathan asked his best friend as they were in his parents' bedroom and Trisha was searching through the wardrobe for some adaptable clothes they could use.

"Trust me," the girl said as she took a black suit coat out of the hanger. "If someone knows everything about weddings, it's me." Trisha handed the coat to Jonathan who put in on without any arguments.

With that coat on, Jonathan looked pretty pitiful. The small boy practically swam in the dark cloth, the sleeves were way too long and the hem reached over his knees. Trisha looked at him, shook his head and then rolled the sleeves a bit so that Jonathan's hands were almost visible. Then she took a look of the boy, thinking what else there should be.

"You need a tie of some kind…" Trisha muttered, mostly to herself.

"I don't want to!" Jonathan gave his first protest so far. "I don't like them."

But Trisha had already found a perfect, red tie and was now measuring its ends right lengthen. "How come?" she asked as she wrapped the red piece of clothing around Jonathan's neck. "I think they look handsome."

"My neck hurts." Jonathan whined as Trisha made a basic knot on the tie. Jonathan stared at the knot, seeming to not really like it. "Mommy makes better…" he said quietly, poking the knot.

"What kind of wuss am I going to marry?" Trisha cried out loud.

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Jonathan sighed and tugged the overlong sleeve once again higher as it slipped down when he reached the ground to pick up a daisy. Trisha had ordered him to collect those things for her, since "she wasn't a bride or anything without a wedding bouquet and because she expected a little more romance from her fiancé".

Trisha herself was watching Jonathan, sitting on the stairs and wearing his mommy's white underskirt (which was rolled to almost half shorter than the original) and one of his daddy's white dress shirts (sleeves rolled up as well).

"Can't you find other flowers than daisies?" she called for Jonathan who had picket up the whole six flowers already, all daisies. The boy looked around the yard, looking for some other flower than white ones. And he found one: a little, yellow buttercup was growing all alone among the green grass. Jonathan went quickly to pick it up and then brought the small bouquet to Trisha. The girl looked at the flowers, critically as if trying to decide if it was good enough. Finally she nodded and stood up, giving Jonathan a quick peck on his cheek.

"They are pretty, thank you." she thanked and went back inside, Jonathan following quick behind, blushing slightly.

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Back inside the house Trisha went right to the bathroom where Riza was taking dry laundry off the clothesline and folding them. The woman smiled kindly as she saw Trisha and put the last shirts on the pile. As Jonathan too appeared into the doorway, Riza gave a chuckle and looked her son's weird outfit.

"What are you two playing? A masquerade?" she asked.

Trisha shook her head. "Riza, could you make my hair look pretty?" the girl asked back and touched her long, golden hair formed in a braid. "This isn't good enough."

Without any further questions Riza nodded and asked Trisha to go stand on the toilet seat so she could better reach Trisha's hair. At first Riza took the hair out of braid and brushed through them quickly with her fingers. "What kind of pretty are you meaning?" Riza asked and took a hair brush out of a mirrored cabinet. "We're getting married with Jon!" Trisha accounted proudly and glanced at Jonathan who had taken a little stool of his out from under the washbasin and was now standing on it in front of the mirror, stroking his own black hair and thinking if it looked handsome enough.

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Finally everything was looking ready. Both Trisha and Jonathan had proper clothing, Trisha was holding the small wedding bouquet of six daisies and one buttercup, and her hair had two cute little braids which started from her temples and were connected with a small clasp in the back of her neck. Jonathan's hair hadn't any changed in it, but Trisha had noticed a black hat on the rack and wanted him to wear it. The hat was way too big and Jonathan had to lift it up from his eyes every now and then.

"We're ready." Trisha said excitedly and clenched the flower in her hands. Just then she got one more idea, took one of the daisies out of the bouquet and motioned Jonathan to get closer. Then Trisha put the white flower through one of Jonathan's jacket's buttonholes. "Now we're ready."

Right after Trisha had said that, the front door opened and Roy stepped in. He looked a bit exhausted after his long day at work, but the same time he seemed to be happy to be home. Right after the man appeared from hall to the living room where the kids were, Jonathan ran to him so that the hat flew away and wrapped his hands around Roy's legs.

"Daddy!" the little boy exclaimed and looked up at the man.

Roy smiled and kneeled down to hug his son back. "Hey little guy, I'm home." Just then Roy recognised Jonathan's clothes as his owns and amazed ruffled Jonathan's hair. "Why do you have daddy's clothes on?" he asked, and Jonathan smiled widely.

"I and Trisha are getting married!"

Not giving Roy too much time to realize what his son had just said, Trisha came at them with an issue of her own. "Than reminded me, would you be our minister, Roy?"

Roy looked eyes wide at his niece, noticing now her outfit being different, too. He thought a moment what Trisha had asked, then getting than this was just one of their games and nodded. "Sure, I'd love to."

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Roy couldn't believe he was watching his son getting married at the age of four. Nor that he was the one waiting for them to reach the altar, for that matter.

They really did look like a wedding couple. A very weird one, but you could still recognise what's the deal. Trisha looked pretty as a little bride with the white skirt and dress shirt which made together quite dress-looking ensemble. And Jonathan was like little gentleman in that jacket and the black hat stubbornly on his eyes (which gave him a quite mysterious look). The kids walked hand in hand towards Roy who was standing in front of a huge window.

As the two reached Roy, he looked down to them and nodded as an indication he was starting.

"Dear relatives and friends, ladies and gentlemen." Roy started, looking at the two present guests: Riza who was sitting on a chair and Black Hayate lying on the ground next to her. "We have come together today to celebrate Trisha-Melissa Susan Elric and Jonathan William Mustang's marriage." Roy decided it was the best to skip the formalities and go straight to the questions. "I'm asking you, Jonathan William Mustang, do you want to take this Trisha-Melissa Susan Elric as your lawful wife and love her and respect her until death does you apart?"

Jonathan looked confused; he rubbed his nose and looked at Trisha next to him, who nodded. "Okay." the boy said.

"You're supposed to say 'I do'!" Trisha whispered to him, looking annoyed. "Why?" Jonathan asked, not understanding to keep his voice low. "Because that's just what you do when getting married!" Trisha snapped and tugged Jonathan's hand impatiently. "I do, then." Jonathan said and grimaced at the girl's hard grip.

Roy nodded now that the first one was done. "I'm asking you, Trisha-Melissa Susan Elric, do you want to take this Jonathan William Mustang as you lawful husband and love him and respect him until death does you apart?"

Trisha lifted proudly her chin, took a deep breath and said loudly, "I do."

Roy chuckled at the girl's seriousness about this whole thing and nodded yet again. "Then, do you have the rings?" he asked.

Then, Trisha's face changed. She looked startled, shocked and horrified at the same time. "Oh shit, the rings!" she shouted and almost dropped the flowers. She had totally forgotten.

After getting over the s-word Trisha had said (and which she had probably learned from her dad) Roy took a control of the situation before it was too late. He removed the golden engagement ring from his own ring finger and looked at Riza, who had figured what Roy was up to and hurried to give him her own ring too.

"Okay," Roy started again and handed the first ring to Jonathan. "Now, Jonathan, put this ring to Trisha-Melissa's finger as a certification of you endless love for her."

Jonathan looked at the ring, then turned to face Trisha and offered his hand for Trisha to do give her own into it. Slowly he started to put the ring in her thin finger…

"Wrong finger, you moron!"

…And then pulled it back and put it onto the ring finger, next to the middle finger where he had first tried it.

All the same Roy gave Trisha the second ring and said the same words to her and so the both rings had more or less their places on the couple's ring fingers.

"Now with the permission I'm given for this ceremony, I'm proclaiming you as a husband and wife." Roy had a little break at this point and looked at Trisha.

"You want this to go all the way?" he asked doubtfully.

"Of course. Now continue, please." the girl said and Roy took a deep breath as he turned to his son.

"Jonathan, you may now kiss your bride."

"I what?" the little boy shrieked and looked at his best friend.

"That's right, Jon. You have to kiss me." Trisha said and already closed her eyes and brought out her lips a bit. Jonathan looked at her, then his dad, then his feet, then Trisha again, who was still waiting and now getting a bit closer too…

"Mommy!" he cried out and stamped to Riza who took the scared boy into her arms.

Roy looked amused at his son, not quite able to blame him for anything…

But Trisha was pissed. Her face was red and she folded her hands on her chest. "What kind of sissy girl did I marry!?"

I used to always play wedding with my friend when we were kids. He too always run away right after the rings shouting "We can be married without the kissing thing" :DAlso, I have never been in right wedding ceremony so I'm not sure if it really goes that way...