Winry.

Winry.

Winry.

The name echoed throughout his mind, repeating like a never ending drum beat. Winry. Winry. Winry.

They were getting married. Married. She was just his mechanic. His childhood friends.

His soon-to-be-wife.

I still can't believe I actually had the courage to propose to her, Ed thought.

He had known that she would say yes. He had just known. She couldn't say no. She just couldn't.

The train continued for many miles before Ed got off, clutching his suitcase in his hand.

Winry. Winry. Winry.

Ed opened the suitcase to take out a few wallet-sized pictures. Him and Winry, him and Al, and several of the three of them. Others were included, too- the new Fuhrer, Roy Mustang and his new wife, Riza Hawkeye were in a picture with Ed and Al.

Ed smiled, recalling all of the memories that these pictures contained.

•••

Ed and Winry talked on the phone every day.

Wedding preparations, they decided, would be held off until Ed got back. It would be to hard to decide everything over the phone, Winry said.

Ed really missed her.

•••

Their wedding was beautiful.

That's what everyone said, at least.

And everyone came. Ling and Lan Fan. Teacher and her husband. Roy and Riza. Olivier and Armstrong. What was left of the Hughes family. Pinako. Penina and Winry's friends from Rush Valley. Al and Mei.

And most importantly, Winry.

Winry and Ed.

•••

They named their kids Van and Nina.

Van, after Ed's father. Nina, after the girl they weren't able to save.

Nina loved alchemy. She was always reading about it, attempting to draw transmutation circles with chalk all over their house.

The first rule she learned, though was to never do human transmutation.

Her dad taught her that.

Van was really energetic, always running around. He reminded Winry of Ed when he was that age, minus the alchemy, Winry said.

When Van was old enough, Winry taught him how to make automail. He practiced with his dad's leg. Although it sometimes really annoyed Ed, he tolerated Van playing with his automail. For Winry.

The occasionally received postcards from Xing. Ling loved to tell Ed how his and Lan Fan's ten kids fought over who would become the emperor someday.

Roy and Riza visited often. Ed dreaded these visits at first, but once Nina was proudly telling her friends how "the Fuhrer's friends with my dad!" Ed actually looked forward to them.

And of course, Al and May. They lived right down the street with their panda, Shao May, who had actually grown bigger than them.

Winry. Winry. Winry.

It was years later, way after Ed proposed. But the name was still repeating over and over in his head.

He really loved her.