A/N: Written for the Quintessential Quoting challenge, quote: "If you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." – Marilyn Monroe. Also for the 5,10,20,50,70,100 fandoms challenge, fandom 48/100 (fma: brotherhood), and for the 100_tales challenge, prompt #056 – together, with Fullmetal Alchemist: Edward/Winry.

Ed's Proposal

It was Al who finally asked: 'When are you two going to get married?'

Winry almost dropped the baking tin she held, fresh from the oven with her homemade apple pie simmering within it. Ed, in contrast, did manage to drop what he was holding – one of Winry's spanners to tighten the screws on his automail leg – on his flesh foot.

Al stifled a giggle at his big brother's expense, before turning to the more reasonable of the pair. 'It's not that hard a question.'

Winry rolled her eyes, putting the apple pie on the sink before somebody else decided to say something else to surprise her – though she shouldn't be surprised, she reflected. They were all rather crazy, even if things had simmered down somewhat after the Promised Day.

'Ah, what's that for?'

Winry rolled her eyes again, watching Ed nurse his foot. 'I'm waiting for that idiot to propose is all,' she said, picking a knife out to cut the pie.

Ed looked up with a bright red face, catching the referral. 'What – but – but I –'

Al laughed. 'Come on, brother. Everyone knows you two were made for each other, so you might as well just get it over with.'

'Or don't you want to spend the rest of your life with me?' Winry dropped the knife and put her hands on her hips.

'It's not that,' Ed hurriedly said, waving his arms about. 'It's just that I – and you –'

'And I what?'

'You deserve better!'

Den barked in the background, before Winry sighed. 'Be glad you have my wrench,' she muttered, before raising her voice. 'Ed, I've seen you at your worst, remember? After the failed transmutation. During automail surgery. When you met your father again. And you've seen me at my worst too…with Scar…' Her voice trailed off and she turned back to her apple pie, eyes stinging.

'Winry…'

'So why do you still have to be such an idiot!' she yelled, whipping back around and managing to catch herself from throwing the apple pie at Ed head.

'Hey, don't yell at me!'

'You don't yell at me!

'Gear-head!'

'Alchemy freak!'

Al looked between the two of them, a little dizzy.

'Fine! I'll marry you!'

'You're supposed to ask me you idiot!'

Though she'd say yes anyway, and all of them knew that. That was the question was always "when" and never "if".