uh, er, well... *looks sheepish* well, you see, i was writing YMFGP, and then i was talking to a friend on the internet, and she was like "well, ithink i need to finish the Fullmetal Alchemist series" and i was like "AH! i LOVE that series and im not done yet either!"
...well, im done now. ^.^; so, just so you know, this first chapter here is a minor spolier for the last few pages of the very last chapter, and its not bad, but i dont want you reading it anyway if you havent finished it yet. XP
this is born of the idea of "well, goddammit. can someone PLEASE pair these people together properly?" ^.^; and i know its random and i know its fluffy, but thats what the deal is with it. so deal, please. XD
hope you like my brief departure from Naruto fanfics. :P


The girl in black Arabic clothes stretched out on top of the roof lazily, staring up at the sky with a contented smile on her face. Next to her lay a little turquoise dragon with bright orange whiskers. If any human were able to see the pair, they'd be certainly confused by the appearance of a Chinese dragon and a girl dressed as an Arab lying on the roof of a train station, but luckily, no human was able to do that, so we shouldn't bother about it now.

"Damn, what a ride," the girl sighed, her violet eyes clouding over for a moment with memory. Behind her eyes there were visions of fire and conflict, but also of strength, friendship, and unbreakable bonds. What the girl was particularly looking at, though, was the blossoms of love. Ripe and close to bloom, all they needed was a little push...

The dragon sighed and turned over on his back, so he would get an even amount of sun. "I don't see why you take it upon yourself to do these things, Azeala," he sighed, closing his eyes against the bright light streaming down onto him. "All the powers of a deity, and you squander it playing Cupid."

"Hey, Cupid's a cool guy," Azeala retorted. "And besides, he's not in this dimension. Someone's gotta spread the love where he can't go."

The dragon sighed. "Even so, I don't see why you can't work towards something a little bigger, like world peace," he grumbled, his long whiskers twitching irritably.

Azeala sighed and propped herself up on her elbow to look down at the dragon. "Haku," she said, "Love is world peace. If everyone was loved, there would be no strife." Her violet eyes showed her conviction, but Haku the dragon simply sighed and rolled onto his feet.

"Isn't it about time we did some intervention?" he asked, changing the subject. Azeala, having been distracted by the neverending argument, gasped and rushed to the side of the roof.

"Thank goodness," she sighed in relief, clutching her breast. "I thought I missed them."

Indeed, she had just made it in the nick of time. A tall young man with blonde hair and piercing golden eyes was speaking to a similarly blonde woman with eyes the color of a cloudless sky.

Azeala grinned and leapt soundlessly from the roof to the floor, unseen and unnoticed by the passing humans on the ground. Turning, she called up to Haku, "C'mon, lazyclaws! We've got some loooove to make!"

Rolling his eyes, Haku floated the distance to the ground and remained hovering at Azeala's shoulder level. "Well?" he asked gruffly. "Are you gonna do it or what?"

"Shh!" Azeala shushed him, though there was no one to hear. "I'm waiting for the right moment."

Haku rolled his eyes again and opened his mouth to make a comment, but a sharp look from Azeala made him snap his jaw shut.

The man and the woman were still talking. Finally, the man had turned and made as if to get on the train. Azeala gasped.

"No, you idiot!" she hissed. "Not yet!"

As if he had heard the strange woman speak, the blonde man turned back toward the woman and cleared his throat, looking awkward. Azeala grinned.

"Yes! It's almost time!" she whispered excitedly, as if afraid to disturb the scene unfolding before her. "Man, I love this job!"

"I don't," Haku muttered, but he was blatantly ignored by his eager counterpart.

"Winry!" the man said suddenly. "An appointment...you mean like a promise, right?"

"What's he going on about?" Haku whispered grumpily. Azeala rolled her eyes.

"She was just telling him about his automail leg, and how he should make an appointment for a tuneup," she said. "Where have you been?"

"Trying to ignore the rediculousness of this situation," Haku muttered, but again, he was ignored.

The woman, Winry, frowned at the man. "Edward, what are you talking about? Just spit it out," she said, somewhat irritated.

Edward looked even more uncomfortable. "...Like equivalent exchange," he said. "I give you half of my life, and you give me half of yours?"

Azeala giggled. "That is so adorable!" she whispered with glee. Haku frowned.

"What in blazes was that supposed to mean?" he asked, folding his arms, which admittedly made him look a little strange. But, since no one could see him but Azeala, it didn't matter, now did it?

Azeala huffed and looked down at the dragon. "You're such a man," she complained, shaking her head. "Look beneath his words!"

Haku frowned and remained silent for once, which was good for him, because his partner was ignoring him once again.

Winry gaped at Edward for a moment, who had turned slightly pink. Then she groaned and hit her forehead off the side of the train.

"Why are alchemists like this?" she groaned, leaning her head against the train car. "What kind of idiot are you, going on about the law of equivalent exchange? You want half of my life? I'll give you all of it."

The expression on Edward's face was priceless. Azeala bust into uncontrollable laughter, pointing at the ex-alchemist's face and trying to wheeze out a sentence.

"His face...can you believe...oh, I love this!" She laughed some more, and even Haku had to crack a grin. But a small one, mind you. Nothing that would show any true humor, just mild amusement, since Haku didn't want to ruin his reputation as being the grumpiest dragon this side of the dimension.

Winry caught the look on Edward's face and immediately began to backtrack. "Well, uh, maybe not all of it," she said, blushing furiously and musing to herself. "90%, then? No, 80... 65? Too small..."

Winry was distracted from her thoughts by the sound of Edward laughing. Blushing even deeper, she turned on him and demanded, "Are you making fun of me?"

Edward waved a hand and shook his head, still trying to control himself. "No, no... you're just really something," he said, grinning at her. Winry looked mortified, and Azeala chuckled.

"Just watch this," she whispered to Haku.

Edward wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I think I'm going to overturn the law of equivalent exchange."

"Huh?" Before Winry had a chance to react, Edward had swept her up in a hug, his face pressed into her hair.

"You cheered me up," he said to her quietly. "Thanks."

Azeala grinned triumphantly at her dragon counterpart. "See? Now it's my turn!" she exclaimed delightedly.

Quicker than light, Edward had an extra shadow. Azeala leaned close to the former alchemist's ear and whispered, "Show her how you really feel."

In the next moment, Azeala was back at Haku's side, nearly bursting with anticipation. "Here it comes!"

Edward thought he heard a voice whispering to him, but he couldn't make out what they said. Pulling back from the hug, he looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, her big blue eyes already watery with tears. Putting a finger under her chin, he tilted her face up to meet his eyes.

"Hey, now, don't cry again, Winry," he said softly, his voice suddenly gentler. "I'll be back before you know it, promise."

And, because he didn't know what to do with himself, Ed planted a kiss on her cheek.

Azeala's jaw dropped. "What the fuck was that?" she demanded to know, ready to go on a rampage. Haku's claws gripped her arm, though, and she looked down at him in surprise.

"Keep watching," he said, eyes fixed on the two. "She's not done yet."

Winry's eyes widened as she looked at Ed, and suddenly she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him fully for all she was worth.

Taken totally by surprise, Edward could do nothing but stand frozen in shock. After a moment his wits returned, and, realizing this was the woman he loved kissing him, his arms came around her, holding her close.

"YES!" Azeala was boucing off the walls in excitement...literally. Haku had to chuckle, seeing her. "Told you," he said smugly.

Azeala landed with a thud on the ground in front of him. "How did you know?" she demanded, pushing her face close to the dragon's snout. He just chuckled.

"I've seen these cliche moments too many times to not know what happens," he said, winking. "After all, it is our job, isn't it?"

Azeala grinned slowly, looking at the couple, still embracing each other and appearing somewhat shellshocked. "Yeah...yeah, it is," she said. Haku nodded.

"So, who's next?" he asked.

Azeala grinned and brought to life a picture in the air in front of them. In it was a dark-haired man sitting at a desk, and slightly behind him, a blonde woman with a gun at her hip, looking on the man with a secret affection.

"Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye," Azeala said with a grin.