ED'S POV
Four words.
I
HATE
MY
LIFE
I am an accomplished sixteen year-old. I know I am. I am a state alchemist and the youngest one at that too, for god's sakes! Then why am I wishing that the earth could just swallow me whole right now?
Let me tell you why.
I've had a crush on Winry for a pretty long time now, and I know she does too. So when I finally get the courage to ask her out, I do it perfectly, mind you, by transmuting a rose for her out of some fancy metal that she absolutely adores, then presenting it to her, followed by me asking her to go with me on a date to the fanciest 'restaurant' in Resembool- Edward Elric's Home Kitchen In His Own Home. She said yes and kissed me on my cheek, causing me to very unmanly-ly blush. I even found sudden interest in my blond hair. She then walked off to do whatever it is that Winry Rockbell does in her spare time. I commenced to grin like an idiot for the rest of the evening.
The next day I decided to get started on the cooking early. I found a recipe for soufflé, whatever the heck that is and got started immediately. I needed to get butter, because we were fresh out and headed for the market.
I thought about how smashing the evening was going to be. I am going on a date with Winry. Ha! Take that little brother, I'm going to be the one to marry sweet Winry. Now here's the twist of fate: I tripped on my leg and fell with a kerplonk and broke my arm. Luckily, or rather unluckily, who else were to walk by but Winry? Who heroically instead of laughing at pathetic old me dragged me over to the hospital, where I proceeded to stay in for the next few days.
Winry and Alphonse visited me, although Winry stayed longer, fussing over me. Seriously I was getting more attention from her than I did when I lost both my right limbs. She brought me fruit, cake, pie and even some of that soufflé stuff I wanted to make. Alphonse kept me company by chatting, and brought me books and my alchemist reports to keep me busy. Everything was going fine until he showed up with that.
"What do you want, Mustang?" I bit out harshly. That bastard had probably come to piss me off. I loathe him.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist full metal. I came to deliver a present." Was it just me, or did Mustang say that last part sarcastically. Never mind.
"Major Armstrong was unable to visit, so asked me to take his place as I was on a break this week. Asked me to choose a gift too. Got you something you so desperately needed." Mustang said with a snicker. What was he hiding from me?
He put a nicely wrapped box on my bedside table, before saying "Who knew that the great full metal would have brittle bones, huh? Certainly not I." he then ended off with a cocky smirk.
I unwrapped the box hurriedly, anticipating something great but was greeted by a god damn bottle of milk.
"Fuck you Mustang! I thought you were more mature than this. GET OUT!" I yelled at that bastard. "Hold on, you'll need this." He placed a straw in my curled up fist that I was shaking at him. He snickered loudly and left the room without a backwards glance. That's it. I will get him.
I, Edward Elric will not rest until I get Mustang back for giving me milk. Fucking milk.