Name: Shut up!
Pairing: EnvyxWrath?
Rated: T (For Envy's language)
Summary: Envy is forced to babysit Wrath. And Wrath seems to be impossible today. Will Envy do what Wrath asks him or will he hold his head?
Made for: My little sister.
Comment: 'allo. I made this a fic a long time ago, happened to stumble on it again and corrected some spelling and grammar errors :D I made it as a christmas present for my lil sis and she wanted something with Wrath and I love writing Envy, so... It happened. I wrote this before FMA:Brotherhood had come out, so the context is of the original anime. Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: HealingWind does not own Full Metal Alchemist.

"SHUT UP!"

…How did I again get in this situation? Sloth and Lust had to go for a mission where they had to leave Wrath behind, and they asked me to babysit that little brat. Of course I said very strictly that I would die before I'd babysit him. But then Dante came and she forced me to babysit him, threatening me with many possible things. We had a wonderful, huge fight, but I actually lost.

Damn.

And somehow Wrath had managed to get out of the closet where I had locked him in when he insisted to play hide and seek with me. It was actually a very clever plan, but Wrath had actually managed to get out of the closet, and now the kid was screaming in my room something about evil homunculus-eating closets.

For the time he has been by Dante's I have learned at least one thing about the youngest homunculus: he only has two moods. The one where he wants to kill everything moving and not-moving, and the other one, where he acts like an over-energetic child.

Well, he is one.

Then that annoying piece of crap started to bounce on the giant, red bed I was on that right moment relaxing. And there he jumped, up, down, up, down, and I managed for the first time today ignore him completely.

Eventually, he stopped jumping, but instead he poked my feet patiently to break my ignoring and get my attention. That was when I snapped and pulled myself up to shoot a death glare at him.

"What!?" I asked with the most evil voice I could muster and with the spookiest grimace I had ever made.

But he just cocked his head to the side and placed his most pityful and pleading look on his face. I could almost hear him make his voice sound like poor honey, but I couldn't see what was coming.

"Envy... Give me a hug!"

My angry face fell as I gaped at Wrath in shock. This homunculus. Named Wrath for his short temper and his un-loving heart (Sloth doesn't count), asked me, Envy, the oldest and the cruelest homunculus to hug him! This better be some kind of joke!

I settled a cruel, cold-feeling expression back on my face and gave him my answer, meaning every word.

"No. Way. In. Hell."

"Pleeeaaaaaaase?"

It seemed that Wrath was not going to give up, but there was no, absolutely no chance that I'd hug him. I hug no one. I never hug anyone. And that wasn't going to change now.

"No. Give up already, brat." My voice was annoyed, cold and very cruel. So typical me.

"Please... Dante told you to be nice to me."

Wait. If I think about it, she really had said something like that after she forced me to accept the job, but since when have I done what she said?

"I couldn't care less about what that hag said. No. Ask that once more and I'll kill you. Right there and then."

This time the black-haired little sin tried a different tactic. He stuck his bottom lip out in a pout and crossed his arms over his flat chest.

"Fine then, then I'll annoy you so much you will do anything just to make me stop."

I laughed coldly and smirked at him with my trademark smirk, my purple eyes shining with laughter, disbelief clearly present in my voice.

"I would like to see you try, kiddie."

Wrath showed me an evil smirk he had copied directly from mine. I decided to start ignoring him from this moment on, stood up from my bed and walked to the door of the half-litten room of mine, when Wrath started annoying me.

"Envy."

I didn't turn around but instead placed my pale hand on the doorknob and turned it, when my ears picked Wrath's childish voice again.

"Envy."

I opened the door with one shove from my half-covered right hand and took a long step outside to the golden corridor when I heard the youngest homunculus behind me again.

"Envy. Envy. Envy, envy."

Suddenly I came to understand Wrath's plan.

"Envy, envy, envyenvyenvy, envy, envy, envy!"

Wrath had actually invented a cheerful melody and now he sung my name to it. I really wanted to turn around and kick his head off, but my ignoring lasted still as I almost ran through the corridors into the direction of the great dancing hall Dante so loves.

"Eeeeeeeeennnvvvvvvyyyyyyyyyyy..."

It started to really tick me off. But that was what Wrath wanted to accomplish. He was trying to make me angry, and I wasn't going to give him what he wanted, oh no, I'd never–

"Envyenvyenvy!"

-give up so he'd get his will through, but–

"Envyvyvyenvyenvy. Eeeeenvy."

-calling my name all over and over again was absolutely not fair, that was against the rules-

"Envy, envy, envy, eeee!"

-but I never followed any rules anyway and I doubted he would either, because he always copied me.

"Eee-eee-eee-eeenvyy-yyy-yyy-"

Now it hit a nerve. I turned around with a whirl of my olive green hair while transforming my left hand into a blade of a sword and pushed the blade through the head of the homunculus calling my name repeatedly.

I watched with satisfication as Wrath's violet eyes blanked out as he died. Killing was something I really liked, though something inside my stomach protested this time. I ignored the feeling very fast, because I did want Wrath to die.

"-yy-yyyy-yyy."

Damn it all to hell.

I almost forgot that Wrath was a homunculus. Or then I forgot what being a homunculus means. Well. Maybe I should tell it to myself again, just so I will remember it the next time. A homunculus can't be killed that easily, being immortal and all that crap. Yes. Wonderful. Indeed. Nice. So, how on earth do I get rid of the youngest homunculus?

"Envy-envyy, envy-vy-vy-vy envyyyy!"

I started running, blasting the decorated wooden door to the dancing hall open. Wrath, of course, followed me, singing my name as loud as he could. And how I hated him! I was completely pissed off. And I was sure anyone in the world could see it, if they only were looking.

"Envy, envy, envy-vy-vy-vy envyyy!"

I walked into the middle of the golden room, stomping with my legs so hard I could hear the oh so beautiful floor cracking under me. I didn't care. Dante would be pissed off. I still didn't care. She could not be more pissed off than I was right now.

"Envy envy-vy-vy-vyy, envy envy-vy-vyvy-vyy, envy envyvy-vyy-vyy-vyy!"

Now. That. Was. It.

"SHUT UP!"

I had turned around, my usually pale face so very red with frustration, and I was yelling, hands in fists. But Wrath just stood there in front of me, his violet eyes naively open, looking very calm and happy.

"Envy?"

He asked, and from his expression I could tell what he was asking. Something along the lines "do you give up?" or "give me a hug?". But I really was getting so mad because of him I started to think nothing could be worse than this was. I huffed angrily, putting my fisted hands on my hips.

"Fine. You won, but only this time."

Wrath smiled or smirked, jumping a few times screaming "yay". I crossed my arms on my chest, as it was my turn to pout. When the youngest homunculus had finally jumped and screamed enough, he turned again to face me, hands stretched out.

"The hug."

I stared at him angrily, yet he only waved his hands, waiting for the hug. I sighed, deeply, leaned forward and hugged the homunculus as quickly as I could. The something in my stomach reacted again, trying to hold me in the hug. I swiftly retreated from the hug and stepped back, hands crossed over my pale chest.

"Satisfied?"

Wrath smiled as sweetly as he could and nodded.

A few hours went, and no one still had come home. I sat in the middle of the dancing hall, trying to invent new ways to kill humans and homunculi, writing my thoughts on some old paper I had found or stolen somewhere. But my writing is not the neatest writing in the world, so I could hardly read what I had written a few minutes earlier. It didn't matter much though, since I knew everything I had written down anyway.

Wrath had stolen Dante's pink and purple pillow from her room and was now trying to destroy the pillow as fast as he could a few meters away from me. The voices that came from the tortured pillow were extremely pleasing. I knew I should stop Wrath, but I really didn't want him to bother me again. And besides I thought that hag deserved at least something as a punishment for making me put up with the youngest homunculus. Letting Wrath destroy her favourite pillow was something she would not like at all, so I figured it would be a nice little punished. As I was pissed off earlier I had already broken the half of her dancing floor, so there was no way she wouldn't be pissed off anyway. This time I would let Dante yell at me as much as she liked, I honestly couldn't give a damn if she did.

Suddenly I understood the voices that came from Wrath ripping the pillow had stopped. I lifted my head from my papers to see Wrath had creeped himself in front of me and lstared at me with that pleading look again. I sighed and put the paper and the pen down, glancing warily at the little homunculus as he blinked. I could practically see the anime sparkles and flowers around his head.

"Envy..."

I glared at the black-haired homunculus, but was pleasant enough this time not to interrupt or ignore him.

"Give me a-"

Before he had the time to say whatever he wanted this time, I had leaned forward, placing my narrow lips roughly on his soft and innocent ones. He went silent, as planned, looking at me eyes wide open. I didn't understand why, but again something woke in my stomach, giving me a little tingle of satisfaction I didn't find welcome in this context. After a second or two I pulled back and shot him a glare and defied the sinking feeling in my stomach that made me want to kiss his lips again.

"Shut up."

Somehow, I felt like that wasn't what I wanted to say, but there are things the great Envy will never, ever, do or say.

HealingWind: It's over! This is meant to be a stand-alone one-shot and it was ages ago I wrote this (since I watched Brotherhood I don't even remember who Dante is :D). I was going to write another chapter at some point, but have lost the files a long time ago... Anyway I appreciate all reviews, please give me a review to tell me how you liked it!

P.S. I just understood that Wrath is not the youngest homunculus, Sloth is, but oh well, I'll hold it that way. Sorry if someone got annoyed because of that. English is not my first language, so I apologize for all/any spelling/grammar errors.