Okay, so this is like my Kingdom Hearts romantic one-shot thing... basically, I'll just write up one-shots for whatever shippings I ship, but if there is a particular shipping you ship, then I'll do a one-shot for that too.

I'll do romantic shippings, bromances, trios (romantic or just friends) and since family is a bit of a big thing in FMA I'll do family one-shots too (for example, if I was doing something I liked, I might do a one-shot about the Elric family... doing... something together... like... getting ready for Christmas, stuff like that).

EdWin is the first one here, it is the cutest, most adorably awkward romance ever, I just love it.

I don't own Kingdom Hearts.

Enjoy~

EdWin Romance:

"That's the third time in one day!" Edward Elric- otherwise known as the famous Fullmetal Alchemist for the many amazing feats he had accomplished- stormed into his room slamming the door behind him. "I am not short! Dammit!"

He was also well-known for his small stature as well as his temper when the former was brought up.

"Is everything okay, Brother?" Ed turned to see a large, metal armour seated on one of the beds, reading an alchemy book. He growled, "three times, Al, three times in one day, I've been called short. I'm not short! Right, Al?" "U-um…" Ed watched, irritation rapidly growing as his younger brother flailed around, trying to think up a way to answer honestly without annoying Ed further, "it's not the height that counts, Brother."

Ed's eye twitched, he turned and stormed out of the room once more, vaguely hearing Al call out behind him, "Winry arrived this morning to look at your automail, but you were out! Since you were the one who called her and asked her to come all the way to Central for you, you'd better go see her soon! She's staying with the Hughes'!" Ed paused for a moment, turning back to look at the shut door, before continuing on down the corridor.

Once outside, he pulled up his right sleeve and inspected the automail contemplatively. It was still moving, but it had gotten stiff for some reason. Ed sighed, a depressed cloud descending on him as he slumped against the wall, "Winry's gonna kill me for making her wait. At least it's in one piece still; she can't get angry at me for completely destroying it. Not like last time." He winced and a hand came up to rub the top of his head- where Winry had last hit him with her wrench- reminiscently.

He decided the best thing to do would be to walk to Hughes' place, he didn't want to turn up in an already bad mood, he'd just end up fighting with Winry. Normally he wouldn't worry about a fight, but he's never won in an argument against that girl. Not once. It didn't help that whenever Winry got too frustrated with him, he would find himself getting beaten up with her wrench, 'why did I give it to her again?' he wondered briefly, before shaking the thought away. 'Not like I can take it back anyway.'

He started walking.

Three minutes later, it started raining.

He passed a pub, and someone vaguely familiar stepped out of it. Ed paused for a moment in his silent fuming, curiously looking once more to see who it was. When he realised, his mood plummeted even further. It hit rock bottom when that same person noticed him and walked over, holding an umbrella over his head.

"And what are you doing out in the rain, Fullmetal?"

Ed's eye twitched, "hello, Colonel," he growled, teeth clenched, "I was just on my way to the Hughes' house, my mechanic is there at the moment."

The taller raven- Colonel Roy Mustang, the well-known Flame alchemist and war hero- chuckled, "oh, so you broke your arm again, Fullmetal?" he teased. Ed frowned, 'man, this guy really gets on my nerves,' he slid up his sleeve, showing him his arm, "see? Still in one piece, it's just a little stiff, not really something that's my fault."

"Then why are you in such a bad mood, if it isn't that bad, you don't have to worry about your mechanic's wrath, I don't imagine she'll blame you too much for this." Ed crossed his arms before muttering, reluctantly, "I got called short. Three times." As expected, Roy chuckled again, "now, now, there's no need to get so upset over something that can't be helped." Ed narrowed his eyes suspiciously, no teasing? "They call you what you are… Shrimp."

Ed exploded, "WHO ARE YOU TO CALL ME A PINT-SIZED MIDGET SO SMALL YOU'D NEED A MICROSCOPE TO SEE HIM!" he yelled while throwing haphazard blows at the man who blocked them easily.

Colonel Mustang walked off, waving back to a furious Edward, "well at least I'm not useless in the rain!" Ed called, he grinned triumphantly as he saw Roy twitch and turn back around angrily. "Colonel Mustang!" Both alchemists turned to see Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye running over with an umbrella, "The Fuhrer has requested your presence, Sir." Roy nodded, all humour gone from his voice as he replied, "of course, Lieutenant, I'll be there right away." And the two walked off, leaving a drenched Ed behind.

"He could have at least offered me his umbrella, he was going back with the Lieutenant anyway, jerk." Ed muttered to himself five minutes later. If he hadn't been wet before, he was definitely drenched now, 'why did I think walking to the Hughes' place would make me feel better again?' he asked himself silently.

Finally, he found himself standing in front of the door to Hughes' home, after knocking on the door, he waited, a puddle forming at his feet, he sneezed, wiping his nose miserably. When the door opened he forced a smile onto his face, "oh! Ed, what on earth happened to you?" Ed rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, "it's nice to see you too, Gracia. It was raining outside and I didn't bring an umbrella."

Gracia- Hughes' wife- smiled, "well, I'm guessing you're here to see Winry, but before you do, I'd better find you something to dry yourself off with. Come on in." She stepped back, allowing Ed through the door.

Ed rubbed his hair dry with the towel Gracia had handed him, quickly getting more frustrated as his automail arm continually hitched and jerked. He sneezed again, "seems like you might be catching a cold now, Ed, what on earth where you doing out there without an umbrella?"

Ed wrapped the towel around his shoulder, turning to Gracia he ran his hands through his hair, frowning as it fell sloppily to dangle in his face, "I didn't want to make Winry wait any longer since she went to all the trouble of coming to Central for me. I figured I would walk over here, and it wasn't raining when I left, so I didn't bring an umbrella." He winced as his arm creaked again, "I'm really regretting that choice now, it was already really stiff enough, now… it just…" he trailed off as he heard the door open behind him.

Turning he saw his childhood friend and mechanic- Winry- walking in, holding Elicia in her arms. Winry frowned when she saw Ed, "so what did you do to my lovely automail this time?" "Hey!" Ed spun around completely to face her, "I haven't done anything, it's the automail!" he defended.

The next thing he knew he was lying on the ground with a new lump on his head, Winry towering over him menacingly, with a wrench in hand.

"Don't you dare insult my automail."

Ed lay down on the couch, still focused on silently fuming, not even noticing as Winry began to check the different parts in his automail. "Ah, here's the problem, the main gear in charge of translating the nerve signals from your brain has started rusting. You haven't been oiling your arm enough so it rusted and got stiff like this." She sighed, as she finished replacing the gear, looking down at Ed, rolling her eyes irritably, "honestly Ed, this is simple stuff, you shouldn't be having trouble with it now."

Ed grumbled intelligibly about 'being busy' and 'not having time for that sort of thing at the moment', it was cut off as Winry re-connected the nerves, Ed bit the arm rest of the couch 'ow' he thought to himself miserably before snapping at the blonde, "I told you to warn me before you do that, Winry!" Winry sighed, rolling her eyes at Ed's outburst she then asked, "so why were you in such a bad mood when you came in, I'm guessing it wasn't just because of the rain." Ed glanced at her, briefly wondering at her ability to know how he was feeling without being told, 'I guess it' because we've known each other so long´ he mused to himself before replying, "the rain made my mood worse, but… yeah, it was from something else." He could tell the blonde was waiting for him to continue, so he sighed, frowning as the irritation came back again, "I got called short. Three times. Then Al didn't deny it, and on the way here, I ran into Mustang and he called me Shrimp. Man, that man pisses me off."

Winry stared at him for a moment before rolling her eyes, "of course it would be about that. Listen Ed, you're short, that's a fact." Ed exploded off the couch seat, "WHAT DID YOU SA-" his outburst was cut off when Winry hit him over the head with her wrench again. "How do you even do that?" he whined, he was sure he had seen her wrench on the other side of the room only moments ago.

Winry stood up, looking down on him as he sat up and glared up at her, "Ed, if you want my honest opinion…" she trailed off, and Ed raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. Winry put her wrench down, and, while facing away from Ed, she told him softly, "you're fine how you are. If you were any taller, any less short-tempered, then you wouldn't be Ed."

Ed's eyes widened and his cheeks reddened slightly, he looked down at his hands and rubbed the back of his neck, "oh…" he said softly, "uh… thanks Winry."

Winry turned around, cheeks slightly red, "don't worry about it, Ed. But you know, I'll be expecting a bonus for the bother of having to come all the way out to Central for you."

"Yeah… yeah."

Ed and Winry love each other so much~

I was going to include Hughes in there, but I figured it would make it a bit too long, so I killed him off...

And now I've made myself sad...

If you like what I did, then you can request and yaddiya.

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Okay, bye XD