Here's another one! Enoj---
Envy: JUUUNNEE! -running around-
Okay...enjoy the story?
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist!
SICK
Edward was sitting in his bed with a frown. He hated being stuck in the military dorm room, while he could be out continuing his journey. Worst of all, though, was the terrible itch he felt all over his body.
"Dammit, Al! I can't stand this! How the hell did I get chicken pox?" Edward yelled as he scratched himself. Alphonse grabbed his hand.
"Hey! I told you not to do that, brother! I'm going out to get you the medicine the doctor recommended, you stay here, and DON'T SCRATCH YOURSELF!" Alphonse warned his brother. Edward watched the door close and started to scratch himself. He looked at his automail hand and got an idea.
"Where is it?" Alphonse said searching through Edward's suitcase for money. He went back to Ed's room and opened the door. "Brother, where's---BROTHER!"
"AL!"
"ARE YOU USING YOUR AUTOMAIL ARM AS A BACKSCRATCHER?" Alphonse shouted shocked.
"N-NO!" Edward yelled nervously, trying to put his automail arm back.
"Brother, give me your arm." Alphonse demanded. Edward looked down in defeat and handed it to him. Alphonse sighed as he went out the door.
"Dammit..." Edward pouted and rested on his pillow, until he remembered his automail leg...
The lesson of this story is Edward should never ever be left alone!
-tsukiflower