A/N: Hey, everybody! Welcome to my first ever Fire Emblem story! I just thought this would be a cute idea, because the thought of chibi Roy always gets to me! There will be a touch of AU-ness throughout this story, mostly because modern foods are mentioned, but other than that, this is pretty authentic, I think. I tried to keep the characters in-character, but I'm not sure if I did or not. You guys tell me. Oh, and during the story, it may seem like the castle's small or something, but that's just because of the part of it they're in. They're in a more private section of the castle. Anyway, enough of my jabbering! Let's get on with the story! Enjoy!

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Chapter One

Screeching Cats and Cocoa Puffs

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"Are you certain you don't mind?"

"It's quite alright," Kent assured Eliwood, "It's just one boy. I'm sure we can manage."

Eliwood turned around towards the living room, and saw his son, Roy, running about reaking havoc. He ran back and forth across the room and every now and then the sounds of various breaking objects – most likely of the valuable sort – and falling kitchen utensils landing with a loud crash could be heard from different corners of the vast area. Eliwood could even swear he heard a cat give out a loud, strangled meow. In a moment his thoughts were confirmed as a screeching cat got a hold on the carpet after being thrown and sped away with Roy on its tail. The strange thing was, Eliwood didn't own a cat. He just shook his head – he didn't want to know. This was one of the cases where he just shouldn't ask. During the whole of these events, Sain sat on the couch, eating Cocoa Puffs and watching Roy's antics as if it were some kind of horse race.

"Again," Eliwood said, turning to face Kent, "are you sure this is all right? I could get someone else to watch him, really..."

"It's fine," Kent said, "It's no trouble, Lord Eliwood." The sooner he leaves and gets done with this meeting, the sooner we can get this over with, he thought wearily.

"Well," Eliwood said slowly, still not convinced, "If you're sure." He looked over to where Roy was currently standing, trying to coax a defensive kitty down from the top of a tall cabinet. "Roy!"

When Roy heard his father calling for him, he had the instant impression that he had done something wrong. So, as he walked over to Eliwood, he put his hands behind his back and looked up at him with his big, blue eyes. "Yes, Daddy?" Roy asked, trying to act on his best behavior.

Eliwood just smiled, remembering trying tricks like this on his parents when he was young. He tapped his son on the head and said, "Oh, drop the cutesy innocent-little-kid act!" He knelt so that he was at the little redhead's eye level. "Now," he said, taking on a more serious, fatherly tone, "I want you to be good for Kent and Sain. Understood?"

Little lectures like this were always unnerving for Roy. Eliwood always made sure that Roy looked at him throughout, as to make sure he was paying attention. But, even when making eye contact Roy's little mind began to wander, and if his father had talked for much longer, he wouldn't have heard a word he'd said. "Yeah," Roy responded, in a slightly disappointed voice, "I understand."

"Good," Eliwood said, standing up. "Well, I guess I'll be leaving, then."

"Goodbye, Lord Eliwood," Kent said, "I hope the meeting goes well."

"Bye!" Roy said, and immediately went to Sain, who had noticed Roy's absence and followed him, and began trying to get the cereal from Sain, who retorted with, "Hey! Cocoa Puffs ain't for kids!"

Sain shoved another handful of the cereal in his mouth, and wondered why everyone was looking at him in such an odd manner. What? He thought, There's more to life than just pretty ladies – when they're not present, at least. A guy's gotta have his daily five to ten servings of Cocoa Puffs, you know! Or twenty, or thirty... He finally realized that Eliwood was about to leave.

"Oh!" Sain said, his mouth still full of Cocoa Puffs. "Bye, Eliwood!"

Kent closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head. He was beginning to wonder – didn't Sain's mother ever teach him any manners? Did he even have a mother? Sain had not only addressed Lord Eliwood informally, but he had ended up spitting out most of the thoroughly – chewed Cocoa Puffs he had in his mouth as he bid his farewell, and Roy almost wound up with some of it in his hair. Mortified, the little boy retreated to a remote corner of the room, all the while eying Sain suspiciously. There were now lumps of brown, chewed cereal on the floor.

Eliwood shot Sain a half-discouraged, half-frightened look and left. For a moment, he'd forgotten that he'd had no choice but to recruit Kent and Sain for the job of babysitting Roy. He trusted Kent, but Sain was a bit... odd. Lyndis or Hector would have been a much better choice, and they could've if they weren't busy, but they, too, had to attend this meeting. The only other person he could entrust the job to was Marcus, but somehow Eliwood didn't think that was such a great idea. Firstly, he would likely bore Roy to death, because no matter how trustworthy, he was not the most fun person to have around. Also, Marcus was a bit harsh. The last time Eliwood had left his son in the paladin's care, he'd yelled at the boy, and Roy was crying by the time he'd gotten home. He didn't blame his son – Eliwood himself had been watched over by Marcus throughout his childhood, and a few too many times, he'd been yelled at. He meant well, but Marcus didn't have very much experience with children, and didn't seem to learn from his past situations.

Eliwood sighed. He hoped the two cavaliers could handle Roy for a full two days. They didn't have any more experience around kids than Marcus did...

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Roy ran around the living room, singing some hideous song about bologna that Sain had oh-so-conveniently taught him to keep him busy. Now the young lord announced that he needed some instruments to go along with his song, and ran into the kitchen before Kent could catch him.

This was all Sain's idea. Of course, Kent didn't mind doing a favor for Lord Eliwood – as long as it didn't involve his son. Sain had volunteered them for the job, and Kent, being the stick-to-the-code kind of knight he was, couldn't object. Now they were stuck babysitting the five-year-old terror for two days. And Roy knew that he had advantage over them, because if Kent were to yell at him or in anyway try to stop him from getting his way, he would run to his father and tell. Kent was sure that Eliwood had noticed that Roy was somewhat of a crybaby, but Kent would nevertheless be embarrassed by the situation if Roy were to complain to his father.

Suddenly, there came the sound of a soup ladle hitting a metal pan as Roy made his entrance, marching through the living room and singing in his off-key, five-year-old voice, "My bologna has a first name, it's O – S – C – A – R! My bologna has a second name, it's M – A – Y – E – R!..." Kent could feel a migraine coming on, and glared at Sain, silently cursing him for teaching him that ridiculous song. Sain, however, was rather amused by Roy's little performance, and sat on the couch with his Cocoa Puffs, happily munching and making no move to stop him. Sain finally noticed Kent's glare. At first he didn't understand, but soon deciphered what Kent wanted. HE MUST BE AFTER THE COCOA PUFFS! Sain glanced back and forth between the treasured cereal and Kent. If only the tactician was here... Sain figured in his head – he was stronger, but Kent was faster and would eventually win if he tried to resist; he could tell by the evil look Kent had on his face. Defeated he meekly held out the box a little. "Cocoa Puffs?" he offered.

Kent let out a frustrated sigh. "No, Sain, I don't want your Elimine – forsaken Cocoa Puffs! Now, will you please help me stop Lord Eliwood's son from making a total mess of the castle?"

"Calm down, my boon companion," Sain said, "What have you got against Cocoa Puffs? If you prefer Frosted Flakes, there's a box of them in the pantry..."

"Just...forget it..." Kent trailed off as he watched the screaming cat, who was wearing a bright yellow bandana that said, "I Wish I Were an Oscar Mayer Weiner" fly over Sain, barely missing his head – although Sain seemed unfazed, as though he didn't notice – and make contact with an expensive-looking lamp, which promptly fell over and broke. The cat landed with a defiant hiss and scurried off, Roy chasing it once more.

"Good shot, Roy!" Sain called after the boy, "Ten points for hitting the lampshade, buddy!" He then shoved more of the tooth decay-causing cereal into his mouth.

It's times like this that make me wish I weren't among the living, Kent thought, These next two days are going to be the longest two days I've had to suffer through in my entire life.

With a grumble, Kent chased after Roy and the Oscar Mayer cat, with small hopes of catching them before they broke even more undoubtedly irreplaceable objects.

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A/N: Well, what did you guys think? I am continuing this, it's not a one-shot. Be honest with me guys! This is my first shot at writing a humor story, so I need good feedback.

(Chibi Roy comes back) Chibi Roy: R & R, please!