Edward was not amused. Actually he was even downright annoyed.
And it wasn't only because he had to accompany his fiancée to the monthly automail mechanic convention - a birthday present for Winry…
Again he stared dangerously at the bouquet of flowers in Winry's embrace. But even the most terrific death glare couldn't make it disappear.
To be fair: It wasn't like it was not nice-looking… It was kind of biiiiig, and smelled sweetly like a sunny, joyful spring day, and – considering that the diversity of colors and shapes suited Winry's taste 100% - Ed supposed that this could be even romantic. But what did he know…?!
Well, the thing he did know indeed was that there was a huge problem: It had not been him who gave his fiancée this damned piece of perfection.
And that sucked. Very. Much.
Ed left his death glare to the trespasser.
He was right now babbling boring mechanic stuff looking all disgustedly gleeful while doing so. What a sicko…
"Waaaa~ah?!", shouted Winry in the next moment. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed with excitement. "Is this for real? Really, really true? Don't ever say you were kidding right now! I don't think my heart could handle that! I must be dreaming…"
…
Weeeell, that was Winry. And being Winry meant to get disgustedly gleeful about boring mechanic stuff, which was okay. Amusing. And in a bizarre way even a little bit cute.
But definitively not when she was in accompanied by Mr Sticko…
A colleague. That was what Winry told him, when Ed asked. But that was a really random description since Winry said that about every automail mechanic.
Even when they had very annoying, touchy, private space inferring habits like Mr Sticko, who was currently patting on his fiancées shoulder while say something dramatically praising about one of her pieces of work. As soon as his Hand slipped of, Edward took the chance an put his arm around Winry's shoulder to prevent any more touches.
That's occupied territory, my friend…
He tried to signal it with his eyes. But that guy's eyes never left Winry even for a moment.
Damned intruder…
To Edwards utter horror they multiply. Nothing but bold, touchy, dreamy-eyed hazards with a creepy love for metal and tools.
After several death glares a sudden realization hit him:
While he had been busy denying a romantic development and turning her into an asexual friend the rest of the (male mechanic) world definitively had done the exact opposite.
They were stunned by Winry. Not only her look. The combination of a caring character, passionate common interest and her being that while being female. A fantasy breathing and moving.
And the result was: A Winry-Harem full of mechanic psychos.
Edwards right eye began to twitch as some fellow suddenly took Winry's both hands to ensure his deep respect for her work…
… and begged her to grab with him a cup of coffee in that super fancy place so she could make him best informed mechanic and the happiest man.
Edward gaped.