Author's Note: This is a tale of Ed, Winry and Al right basically after the movie, except for a few minor changes. This is what happens, after the three of them crossed the gate for the final time. At first, I wanted this to be a bunch of really short drabbles, less then 1,000 words... But it has developed into something I now put my heart into.

It is Edward x Winry, and rated M for adult themes, slight lemons and language here and there, so you have been warned. And thank you everyone for such lovely reviews and comments! Enjoy...

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing...

I Would Wake Him

Munich 1924
We have to wake up so early every single day, because of our jobs. We all needed one, even if Al's only 14, we couldn't even afford milk anymore. I'm usually the first to wake. A two bedroom apartment was all we could afford really, though I think my bedroom used to be a closet. We were able to fit a single mattress on the floor, with one window. I hung a dead rose across the top of the window pain for good luck; Every so often, a petal would fall off landing on the white sheets on my bed. There was a towel next to the mattress, with water placed on top. I sat up to the noise of crows mingling with the other birds outside, probably eating something dead on the side of the steet. Cars would always speed on our block. I sighed, slowly lifting my feet off the bed, opening my door to find Alphonse on the couch, arm draped over the side, laying on his shoulder. He sometimes slept with Ed in his bedroom, but recently left his brother alone. Ed had seemed to be in a horrible mood lately.

I walked over behind the couch, bending over as I shook Al's shoulder. He would wake immediately, his eyes snapping open, then slowly close again after he realized it was time for work once again.

"Time to get moving, Al." I told him. He nodded and turned on his side closing his eyes again. I walked over to Ed's door, and leaned on it with all my weight. The door was so old, it was extremely hard to open; After I pushed enough, and it wouldopen, I would find Edward's warm, comforting room. He usually was sprawled across the full size mattress in the middle, sheets on the floor. For some reason ever since I had passed through the gate myself, and came to live Ed and Al, I would feel my face grow bright red whenever I watched Ed sleep. There was just something about him in his white t-shirt and deep red plaid shorts. I would walk over to the side of the mattress, and touch his flesh shoulder.

"Ed?" He didn't wake up as easily as his brother did, but instead he was a much heavier sleeper. Yet he would wake fast, once I shook him hard enough. "Ed... Time to get up." I shook him harder after I still got no reply. I grumpled his name for the third time. My voice grew as I became slowly irritated. He mumbled something about alchemly, and turned on his side away from me. "Come on Ed! Wake up already!" I grabbed his flesh arm, and through it on his stomach, causing him to groan, as he turned on his back again.

"Already?" A slur came from his mouth, eyes still closed, sleep filled his voice. I took a deep breath and tried to relax.

"Let's go. It's already seven..." I said quietly as I turned for the door holding back my temper. It was like I was his damn mother or something! Still, there was something about him that made me-

"Alright... Just a few more minutes... Okay...?" He said, as his metal arm covered his forehead.

"...Okay." I walked out, heading toward my room to get ready.

"Is Ed awake?" I heard Al ask from the kitchen.

"Yeah..." I answered almost whispering, as I turned my head to the wall, hoping Al didn't catch my face to see that it was bright red.

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Author's Note: Read on, I promise it will get better.
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