Piggy Tails
Some ficcage for Wiccy, and whoever else is interested. includes fanart ^_^;
“Edward, stop fidgeting!” Hohenhiem winced. His young son’s heel dug into his stomach as Edward struggled to get high enough to reach his hair.
“Daddy’s too big!” Edward pouted, his large yellow eyes looking determinedly into his fathers.
Hohenhiem lifted Edward up and sat him into the crook of his arm. Really, he was getting a bit old to be climbed all over. “That better?”
“Yesh.” said Edward, as he concentrated on the top of his father’s head, brush in hand. Then, all too suddenly in Hohenhiem’s opinion, the brush came down onto his head.
“Ow! Edward, be more gentle!”
“It’s a-hard to reach an’ keep hold o’ the brush.” Said Ed indignantly, but he lightened his hand, taking care in each stroke. Hohenhiem was just beginning to relax in the massaging rhythm, when Ed started pulling the hair up, hard! It was only then that Hohenhiem remembered what they were there for….
”Daddy!” Ed ran up the hill, fighting tears in his eyes.
“What’s wrong Edward? I thought you were supposed to be at Winry’s with your mother and Alphonse?”
Edward just sniffed.
Hoheinhiem lifted up his son onto his shoulders. “There you go, I’ll take you back to your mother, she’ll be worried about you.”
“No!”
Hohenhiem lifted his son down and studied the small, stubborn face. “Would you care to say why you would want to come home all by yourself? I bet Al and Winry are missing you over there.”
This hit a sore spot in little Edwards heart.
“She said I was a short boy who is too much of a bean to brush a girls hair!” He said indignantly. “She let Al an’ I brush it an’ she said I was a useless bean an’ that Al was good an’ would make a good husband one day.”
Hoheinhien blinked at the overload of unfair justice shown to his son.
“She would only let Nelly put her hair into piggy tails though, Al wasn’t allowed to do that either.” He continued, showing that he retained some dignity. “Winry’s gonna be my wife an’ not Al’s so I’m gonna make sure I can do her piggy tails!”
Trisha Elric walked in the door just in time to see her son finish the last loop in the elastic band he was using to secure his father’s now perfectly even pigtails.
“Not a word.” was the only response from her husband as he walked as dignified as he could out of the room.
“Edward, stop fidgeting!” Hohenhiem winced. His young son’s heel dug into his stomach as Edward struggled to get high enough to reach his hair.
“Daddy’s too big!” Edward pouted, his large yellow eyes looking determinedly into his fathers.
Hohenhiem lifted Edward up and sat him into the crook of his arm. Really, he was getting a bit old to be climbed all over. “That better?”
“Yesh.” said Edward, as he concentrated on the top of his father’s head, brush in hand. Then, all too suddenly in Hohenhiem’s opinion, the brush came down onto his head.
“Ow! Edward, be more gentle!”
“It’s a-hard to reach an’ keep hold o’ the brush.” Said Ed indignantly, but he lightened his hand, taking care in each stroke. Hohenhiem was just beginning to relax in the massaging rhythm, when Ed started pulling the hair up, hard! It was only then that Hohenhiem remembered what they were there for….
”Daddy!” Ed ran up the hill, fighting tears in his eyes.
“What’s wrong Edward? I thought you were supposed to be at Winry’s with your mother and Alphonse?”
Edward just sniffed.
Hoheinhiem lifted up his son onto his shoulders. “There you go, I’ll take you back to your mother, she’ll be worried about you.”
“No!”
Hohenhiem lifted his son down and studied the small, stubborn face. “Would you care to say why you would want to come home all by yourself? I bet Al and Winry are missing you over there.”
This hit a sore spot in little Edwards heart.
“She said I was a short boy who is too much of a bean to brush a girls hair!” He said indignantly. “She let Al an’ I brush it an’ she said I was a useless bean an’ that Al was good an’ would make a good husband one day.”
Hoheinhien blinked at the overload of unfair justice shown to his son.
“She would only let Nelly put her hair into piggy tails though, Al wasn’t allowed to do that either.” He continued, showing that he retained some dignity. “Winry’s gonna be my wife an’ not Al’s so I’m gonna make sure I can do her piggy tails!”
Trisha Elric walked in the door just in time to see her son finish the last loop in the elastic band he was using to secure his father’s now perfectly even pigtails.
“Not a word.” was the only response from her husband as he walked as dignified as he could out of the room.