VI.- Of Bedwetting

Alphonse was happy.

He was back home, enjoying a massive picnic with everybody he had ever met. Winry and Gracia were handing apple pie to all the guests, while Rose's son was playing with Den. General Mustang was looking at the clouds, accompanied by Lieutenant Hawkeye and General Hughes. Teacher was there, so was Sig. And above all else, his older brother and his mother were there, Edward didn't have automail.

It was the perfect day.

Suddenly, the sky started to get dark, and it wasn't because of the night, it was because of the stormy skies.

It started raining, and everybody stopped to do what they were doing and raised their heads to the falling water, enjoying it.

Alphonse did the same, enjoying the feel of the water on his face….

Alphonse opened his eyes, he had been sleeping soundly.

He could feel his body being tired, he wanted to sleep more, but there was something that was feeling odd. He looked up to the ceiling and wondered why he was feeling weird on his bed. He felt suddenly a strange dampness on his crotch.

He opened his eyes wide in surprise. "Oh no…"

Without further thought, he removed the covers and saw that his footed pajamas, wet with urine. He couldn't help but blush intensely at the sight of his wet bed; the covers were stained yellow with urine.

Quickly, he jumped from the bed and analyzed the situation. He had wet the bed for first time in years, he couldn't believe it. He as fourteen years old and he was clearly going backwards instead of forward. He felt as if he would die of shame.

He walked towards his closet to get a clean pair of pajamas.

Ashamed, he took off his footed pajamas and noticed his underwear was tainted yellow as well. He almost felt tears start welling up on his eyes, because he was so embarrassed at wetting the bed. He felt like a four year old. He really was behaving like a four year old. He wanted to dig a hole and lie there forever.

Suddenly, the door of the room opened, revealing Edward.

The older man looked at his younger brother with a curious look. "Al, it's four in the morning, why are you up? I heard a noise and thought it was a burglar! And why are you half naked?"

Alphonse felt himself tremble. "Brother, I…"

Edward turned the lights on and saw the wet bed, and then the wet pajamas. He realized that his younger brother had wet the bed like a little child. He couldn't help but feel sympathetic towards his younger sibling. He understood how embarrassed his brother was, wetting the bed was always embarrassing.

"I'm sorry, Brother," said Alphonse and started crying of shame, feeling himself tremble. "I'm so sorry!"

The blonde man walked towards his younger brother and hugged him, caressing his hair with his metal fingers. He smiled a little bit, knowing he had to be serene. "Al, it's okay…everybody has accidents once in a while."

"But I'm fourteen, fifteen in a couple of days! This shouldn't happen!" shouted Alphonse, crying, ashamed and embarrassed. "I'm not a child…"

Edward patted his head lovingly. "Tell you what. Why don't you sleep with me tonight and we deal with this in the morning?"

"But what if I wet the bed again? I don't want to wet on you.", said Alphonse, worried.

Edward shook his head. "I don't think you can wet twice in a night. Come one, little bro, relax."

Alphonse nodded, a little bit hesitant.

He walked towards his closet and got a clean pair of underwear. He stripped of his wet underwear and put a new pair on.

Edward led him towards his room, with an arm around his brother and rubbing his forearms comfortingly. He wanted his brother to be relaxed, Alphonse used to have wetting accidents when he was younger so he knew how to handle this.

Alphonse stuck his thumb in mouth, trying to find comfort.