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#22. Two miserable people meeting at a wedding au requested by

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The reception was beautiful, the champagne was the finest and the different shades of pink accentuated the holy matrimony that her two friends put an effort into. Winry grimaced though when she saw the whole design. It was cliché, dull and she hated her bridesmaid dress…especially the fact that she wasn't even supposed to be the bridesmaid, especially when Al and his lover were getting married. Not to mention that she wasn't really expecting the invite at all and she certainly wasn't planning on inviting him either if she ever got married, since the incident from almost eight years ago when they were going to graduate.

And she wasn't expecting Him either… or walk down the same aisle as Him. And it was awkward and made her heart race and her palms sweaty. But it was her fault since she was the one that gave an okay to be paired up with the Edward Elric who was loved among their country. Edward hadn't expected her to accept Al's invitation either and he felt like whenever they practiced or when she held on to the crook of his right prosthetic arm, he felt like he was burning.

Sitting on the same table as well held some sort of tension that the other bridesmaids and groomsmen actually felt radiating off their personas made everyone sort of… skip around them and avoid any topic of their high school years. It was almost too much to handle so the selected group went to go dance around the floor with the new bride and groom. After a long while, Winry was the first to speak.

"This wedding…" she spoke, making Ed jump. He felt his neck sweat.

"Yeah?" he inquired, curious. She rested her cheek against her palm with a sour look.

"It kind of sucks." Her opinion didn't shake him. He just laughed and held his stomach from the continuous laughter which made her giggle. Some people stared at the pair.

"Sorry. Just, wait – I remember how often you would gush about those wedding magazines when we were…uh … in high school. Now you think it sucks? Don't you remember that it was me who would tell you how cliché all of that was?" Edward reminded, still trying to recover from his earlier outburst. Winry blushed and averted his golden eyes.

"And how often would I tell you that it wasn't those kinds of weddings I wanted, but that I was excited to plan my own?" Edward cleared his throat and scratched his cheek in a nervous manner, heart pounding from the next question he was going to ask.

"And did you ever plan your own." It was silent with Winry deciding to whether or not tell him about any of her romatic experiences since their fallout in high school. She decided that it was time to quit beating around the bush observing how his hand was shaking slightly while he held his drink against his. oh. so. kissable. lips

"Yeah, but he left me the day before with a letter of why he couldn't go through with it." Edward choked on his drink.

"What?" he asked disbelievingly

"Yup."

"Still not as worse as mine though." Winry widened her eyes at his confession.

"Oh really?" she challenged. Ed grinned at her response and leaned forward so that they were almost touching, his breath on her face.

"Yup. She told me she couldn't marry me in front of the congregation and right before the priest spoke." Ed delighted in Winry's reaction, her plump lips opened in incredulity. "Still think this wedding sucks?" Winry chuckled and nodded her head. "Me too." he admitted.

"Wow such a supportive brother." Winry teased.

"The supportive brother that got his own brother to get off his ass and confess to the girl. I think I did enough… So, how about one dance?" She hummed, teasing his patience by pretending to think on his invite. Seeing his squirming, she smiled playfully and placed her hand on his. She'd forgotten how warm he was and he had forgotten how small her hand was when he was holding it.

Of course the dancing wasn't perfect with Edward who was a little rusty and Winry herself not being able to really follow his lead. They would playfully tug on each other, laughing and reminiscing on old times when they themselves were high school sweethearts. It was as if they were attached to the hip during the reception.

After the bride and groom bid farewell to heir guests and friends, Ed and Winry both watched as the newlyweds sped away.

"You still think this wedding sucks?" Edward asked again. Winry felt the biting of the night's coldness, causing her to bravely hold on to Edwards arm until he wrapped it around her shoulders.

"Maybe a few things have changed my mind a little."

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"Hey, Winry?"

"Hmm?"

"A few things changed my mind a little as well."

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A/N : Review and give a prompt or au. Requests are open and if you want M rated prompts, I'll make a separate series just for that. This is solely EdWin.