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[Trisha Elric; G] Dirty Jobs (With Trisha Elric)
Character/Series: Trisha Elric, Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric; Fullmetal Alchemist
Notes: Written for prompt "spring time" from beccastareyes
Title: Dirty Jobs (With Trisha Elric)
Word Count: 632
Summary: Trisha hated spring times in Rizenbul.
Trisha hated spring times in Rizenbul.
Oh, it was lovely weather, don't misunderstand. The breeze down off the mountain is always a bit cool, taking off the edge of the summer heat that starts to make itself known. And the rainy season of winter produces a beautiful, lush green valley dotted with wildflowers and trees.
But the mud.
The never ending mud.
And of course, there are two small boys she has to care for that love the mud. Oh, how Edward and Alphonse loved to play in mud puddles.
It was normal, she supposed. She couldn't really blame them. She'd always been more fastidious than her brothers, but that might be a gender difference. But even she hadn't always been able to resist splashing in a big rain puddle on the street.
But mud! It was just so messy. And whenever Ed and Al found a new mud puddle, it meant more laundry and another bath for them. And they hated baths, for as much as they liked to get wet outside.
"Mama, the washcloth hurts!"
"Mama, there's soap in my eye!"
And of course, since neither wanted a bath when they got caught muddy, they made her chase them around the yard until she'd caught them and physically scooped them up under each arm, making herself dirty in the process, requiring more laundry and a bath for herself. And she didn't even ever have time for a luxurious bath, not with those two running about.
Trisha dearly hoped her two little boys would at least outgrow making her chase them down. They were only five and four, she supposed, and rebellion was common in little boys. Oh, if only Hohenheim were around! He could help her, and he would, if he were around.
But he wasn't, as much as she wished he were, so she was left to care for their two sons on her own.
"All right, you two," she called from the front door, watching her little boys splashing in a particularly big puddle in the front yard. "Inside. It's bath time."
Both boys moaned and groaned, and refused to move. She walked off the front steps towards them. They took off for the tree. She took off after them.
Usually, they just made her chase them in circles around the tree. This time, though, they both began to climb up it.
She stood at the base of the tree, giving them a stern look as the giggled. "No bath for us, Mama!" Ed called down at her.
Well. She was not going to lose to a five-year-old. Trisha did the only thing she could. She started climbing up after them. It'd been years since she'd last climbed a tree, but she'd been good at it, to her mother's consternation.
Both boys' eyes widened. "Mama, no, you'll hurt yourself!" Ed cried, starting to climb down to meet her.
Al quickly stripped out of his clothes and tossed them down on Trisha's head. "Here, you can wash them, I'll come in, just don't hurt yourself, Mama!" he said, starting to sob.
The muddy clothes on her head forced her to climb back down and wait while the boys hurried down after her. Al scraped himself up on the way down of course, and was bawling from the pain as the tree bark scraped up sensitive parts that were not normally exposed.
Trisha sighed, and picked up Al. "Come on, inside, you two," she said quietly, kissing Al's forehead. "I'll get you cleaned up and bandage anything that hurts, Al. Ed, come on. The bath's ready and warm for you two."
Hopefully, she'd have fewer fights from now on. But she still hated spring time.