Marker Mischief

Roy Mustang felt something poked his cheek, several times. The poking had disturbed his sleep. Fuhrer Mustang opened an eye. As the view in front of him registered in his mind, a smile formed on his face.

It was his three-year old son, Ryan. The child was having fun poking his face.

"Hey kid. What are you do doing up so early?" Roy asked as he sat up on his bed.

"Yaayyiii!" replied the kid with the famous grin that was unmistakably he inherited from his father.

"It's daaaddddyyy. Daaaa~ddyyy,"

"Yaayyyiii!"

"Whatever you say darling," Roy muttered and took his son into his lap. He ruffled Ryan's jet black hair. Then, he saw something in his son's hand. A marker.

"Now, where are you doing with my marker? Where did you get this?"

"Yayyyii!" was Ryan's replied and he poked Roy's stomach with the marker. On its round uncapped black tip.

"Oh my gosh! Where's the cap?" Roy quickly took the marker from his son, holding it high in the air.

"Yayyyii" Ryan tried to get the marker back from his daddy.

"No Ryan! This is not a toy. It's daddy's and it's for writing!" and it caused the child cried. Very loud.

"Rizaaa~" Roy called for his wife and a few moments later Riza came in.

And she burst laughing as soon as she came in and which made her husband gave him a weird look.

"Whaaat?" one of Roy's eyebrows arched upward.

Riza didn't reply his question. Instead she dragged her husband to in front of a full-length mirror.

Roy Mustang couldn't believe for what he saw. His face. His HANDSOME FACE! It was adorned with black lines and circles. Marker's ink. There was a lot of scribbles and squiggles all over his face, even on his nose and forehead.

"Ryaaaaaaaaaan~!" Roy cried in despair. How could his son made his face like this?

"It's all his fault!" Roy pouted and pointing an accused finger at his son who was already in Riza's arm.

"It's yours, Roy. You didn't put your marker in its rightful place. You left it on the coffee table last night. I already told you to pick it up," Riza replied nonchalantly as she caressed her son. "And Ryan, I think you just did a great job on your daddy!" She gave him a kiss

"Yayyii!" Ryan grinned.

"What? How could you say that to me! He did this to me!" Roy cried again.

"It's your fault... and you got a meeting with the Generals later today. So I think you better go wash your face," and right after that, Riza left her husband.

"It's not possible! It's marker! A permanent MARKER!"

"It's your fault, SIR!"

Hearing his wife's reply made the Fuhrer cried at the corner of his bedroom.

A/N: Super short. I love using markers to draw on my sibling's faces. =D Drop me some review!