A/N: So I take a cliche idea, combine it with cliche writing, and come up with a cliche drabble in literally 3 minutes. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. Period.
"You're doing it wrong!" The golden-haired alchemist sat up, frowning intently.
"I am not! Sit still and let me finish." The blonde mechanic pushed him back down and grabbed a wrench, tightening some screws.
"Ow! What the heck are you trying to do? OW!"
"It wouldn't hurt so much if you'd stop moving and just cooperate!" Winry snatched up a spare part. "You need to stop using this as a shield! It's a delicate piece of machinery and you're going to end up ruining it."
"Well, if you'd just make it stronger, there wouldn't be a problem." Ed countered, eyeing her cautiously.
"WHAT?! Why are you trying to pin this on me? It's your fault." Winry shot him a death glare.
"Oh, please. Can't you just work with me for once and finish this thing quickly?" He dodged the glare and tried to change the subject.
"Well, I'll have to charge extra for the rush job, but I suppose I could." She said thoughtfully, releasing him from the chair.
"Good. And Winry?" He turned back as he left the room.
"What?"
"I love you." And with that he took off running, leaving a dazed Winry behind.