Don't Mean A Thing
S J Smith
Rating: K+ - pretty much anyone can read.
Summary: Winry Rockbell doesn't get jealous.
Disclaimer: I sekritly moonlight as Hiromu Arakawa and Joss Whedon…NOT.
A.N.: Thanks to D. M. Evans for the edits.
Wherever they go, there are girls. Tall ones, short ones; chubby ones, skinny ones. Curvy ones. Extra curvy ones. Girls with long hair, girls with short hair. Girls who talk fast and girls who can't talk at all, once they see the brothers. Giggly girls and simpery girls and girls who are calm and cool but they all want one thing: Edward Elric.
Al has his fair share of girls following him, too, but he, at least, is polite and, more than that, a little overwhelmed by the idea of having groups of girls following him and cooing over his embarrassed stutter. Ed, on the other hand, eats it up like kids gobble candy. He becomes even more dramatic – which is saying something – more boisterous; downright loud and, as Al likes to point out (in his own, completely undramatic way), completely obnoxious.
He comes back from one of these swarms full of himself; cocky and overly proud, swollen from all the attention, or he does until Winry figures out how to handle him. It is so simple she was surprised she hadn't realized it sooner. All she has to do was go talk to one of the young men who invariably comes to see what all the girls are fussing over. It doesn't matter if Ed is in the middle of demonstrating how he can transmute dust into flowers or if some limpid-eyed girl is snuggling up to "feel his automail arm", he notices if Winry speaks to any man besides Alphonse and rapidly detaches himself from his hordes of girls to drape an arm over Winry's shoulder, showing a particularly toothy smile at the poor young man Winry is speaking to.
Winry doesn't get jealous of those girls nor does she begrudge them their chance to talk to Ed. He and Al, they both deserve it, deserve the praise and the adulation. She understands why so many people approach them.
After all, Ed's her hero, too.