Edward Elric yawned, tensing every muscle in his body for a brief second, then relaxed. He lay in his bed staring at the ceiling when he suddenly pushed his covers lazily off the bed and swung his legs over, hitting the floor.

"Why am I getting up this early?" Ed grumbled to himself, walking down a hall, entering a kitchen. Everyone in the Rockbell residence was still asleep except for Alphonse who sat silently in a corner of the living room, not sleeping because the body he was in at the time wouldn't allow it.

"Good morning, Brother," he greeted, head clanking a bit when he looked towards the sound of heavy footsteps, a metal foot hitting the floor every other beat.

"Morning, Al," he sighed, opening the refrigerator.

"What are you doing up so early?"

"Dunno. 'Cos I can?" Ed grabbed a carton of orange juice, about to drink it straight.

"You know that Winry doesn't like it when you do that, Ed."

"Don't care." Edward brought the carton to his parched lips, only to find it was empty. "Dang it!" he yelled in disappointment, angrily shoving the empty carton in a trashcan. "Who was the lazy idiot who put an empty carton of orange juice back in the refrigerator?!"

"Um, I think that 'lazy idiot' was you," the suit of armor replied truthfully. Ed suddenly realized he was right and began to mutter curses. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke up.

"Well, what am I supposed to drink now?" If Alphonse could smile in his current state, he'd be grinning like a maniac.

"I'm pretty sure that Granny bought milk just yesterd-"

"No!" Edward snapped.

"Aw, come on!"


"It's not that bad!"

"I said no!"

"What's all the fuss about?" Ed and Al both heard a somewhat tired voice ask.

"Oh, good morning, Winry," Alphonse said, looking in the direction of the hallway where Winry was leaning against a wall. "I was just trying to get Brother to drink milk." Winry rolled her eyes.

"Like that would happen."

"Hey! That crap tastes like vomit!" Edward defended.

"But it will make you taller if you drink it!" Ed's eyes widened in anger, hissing through his teeth, then finally exploded.


"I didn't say that," Winry said calmly, walking into the kitchen to face a panting and glaring Edward. "Just drink a little, Ed. It's good for you."

"Yeah, I'll drink it when pigs fly," he snorted. Winry was about to continue trying to convince him to drink some when shock plastered her face, looking out the window behind him. "What?"

"Look out the window," she whispered, retrieving a carton of milk from the refrigerator.

"The window…?" Edward questioned, turning around slowly. He couldn't believe his eyes. He saw a group of pigs- IN THE SKY- flapping heavy wings clumsily across the sky. Whirling around, staring at the milk in Winry's hand, he shakily reached out for it and took a small drink.

Author's note: Flying pig chimeras FTW. :P