Some say Ed is a genius, a legend of his own time...
But to him, he was just a child. A child unsure of what he wanted.
"Hey Ed! It's cold out there, and you didn't even wear a coat!" Winry Rockbell exclaimed, working on Ed's arm, while Ed was wearing a spare. "You should take care of yourself more, Ed. You are so reckless sometimes."
"Hmph. I think I am carefull enough! the homunculi and Dante are gone, who's going to stop me?"
"I am just saying Ed!"
"Well, maybe you didn't need to say it!"
"If you were taller, you won't have to worry about people hurting you!"
"Stop calling me short!"
"It's true! People won't try to harm you, if they think you are a big tough man!"
"But I am!"
"You are tough, but not big." 'Even a little handsome' Winry thought.
Another typical day in the Rockbell home. Al was upstairs, completely unaware of the little quarrel between Ed and Winry.
"Is my arm done yet, Winry?"
"Nope."
"Fine, Im going back out. See ya later, Win."
He just shut the door, not waiting for Winry to say bye. Ed was pissed off. "Dammit, is that all Winry thinks of me? Short? Dammit! If I had to say someting about her, I would say that she is so... cute. All that long hair, those cute eyes, that nice, soothing voice, and all those curves in the right places. If only I could tell her that I loved her!"
Ed was lost in his own head, or better put, lost in his love for Winry. His thought continued on for a good, long hour.
"Ed! Dinner!" He heard Al say behind him, realizing he was hungry.
He rushed to the house, welcomed with a warm smell of stew. His favorite. He stopped at the door, sniffing the delicious essence the stew gave.
"Are you going to eat, anytime soon, Ed?" he heard an older woman say.
"Sure thing Pinako."
Ed, Al, Winry, and Pinako all sat down, and began eating.
Ed took one sip of the stew, and moaned with delight. "You make good soup, Win."
Winry blushed. "Thanks, Ed." She just stared at him, eating. 'He is so hansome. If only I could tell him I loved him. And also to wear a jacket when it is cold out!'
"Hey Winry?" Al interupted Winry's thoughts.
"Yes, Al?"
"Can I talk to you for a second, in the kitchen?"
"Sure Al."
Winry and Al stepped in the kitchen.
"What is it Al?"
Al blushed. "I feel silly asking this."
"Don't worry Al, you can ask me anything!"
"Do you love Ed?"
Winry stopped, and blushed, while Al's faded away, and she smiled.
"Yes."
Al started smiling along with her.
"But Al, please don't tell anyone!"
"Of course I won't! But brother is so stubborn, maybe if he knew, he would tell you his feelings. He does love you, you know."
"Don't be silly Al, he doesn't love me. Whenever someone brings up the idea that we are together, he throws a fit."
"Now why would that be, Winry?"
That remark left Winry thinking, as Al left to finish his dinner.
'Could that be true? Can Ed love me? I feel so hopeless, standing here, wondering, when all I have to do is ask him. After all, he is just right over there. But I couldn't do that. What if he doesn't love me back?'
Winry just shrugged and went back to the dinner table to finish eating.
"What were you talking about, Win?" she heard Ed say.
"Ummm... just how beautifull the day is. Yeah, that it, hehe, nothing out of the ordinary!"
"Whatever, Win." Ed just gave up. 'Sometimes I adore her, and other times... I just don't understand her.'
After dinner, Ed went back outside, but this time, it was dark out, and he brought his red coat.
The same red coat that he hasn't worn for about 3 years. (He and Al were trapped in Munich for 3 months, so Winry was suprised to see them so soon.) Al and Winry just stared at him, shocked that Ed looked so much like he did 3 years ago, as he stepped outside. Ed walked up a hill close to the house, made a decent sized spot where there was no snow by using alchemy, and just sat on the grass, thinking, and saying his thoughts out loud. "Is Winry all I can think about? Dammit, I am 19 years old, I should be able to talk to Winry about this. Come to think of it, Winry is 19 too.
I love her so much." Ed stopped as he heard a voice behind him.
"3 years ago you would be afraid to admit that, Ed. I am proud of you." Ed turned around. It was Winry!
"W-Winry, you heard that?"
"Every Word." There was a long silence.
"So what do you think about this, Win?" Ed said, breaking the silence.
Winry had a seat close to him. Suspiciously close. "Well, Ed. It is a beautiful night out. All of the stars, and snow. Winter is a romantic season."
"That wasn't the question Win. I love you. Do you love me?
"Yes, Ed. I love you."
Ed smiled. "I wore this coat because it reminded me of the journey Al and I took, all of the loved ones who perished, and the people who helpes us on the way. Our journey is complete, Win. I still have automail limbs, and mom isn't back, but I feel complete. Thank you for being the one who gave me the determination and motivation I needed to have."
Edward and Winry then got closer, and closer, untill their lips touched, and their souls lifted, drifting their spirits into a loving kiss.
"C'mon Win. Lets go inside. It's freezing, and you don't have a coat on."