This is my first FMA, as well as my first one shot. Yay for firsts! Anyway, to those of you that have subscribed and favorited me... I'm so sorry I've been inactive for so long. School and crap got the best of me, and to be honest, I'm lazy... So yeah. I'll tp post more frequently and such, okay?
Good! Anyway. On with the one shot!
"Brother!" I smile and clap Edward on the shoulder, straightening my tuxedo jacket as I stare into the mirror in front of us. "Ready for today?"
He shakes his head and lets out a deep breath, staring into the mirror. "Far from it, actually. I never thought I'd be here... In this place... It's scary..." His tone is shaky and it's apparent he's nervous; even though he and Winry have been together for six years and have gone through so much already, walking down the aisle is something he could never really wrap his head around. Throughout their entire engagement he's confided in me about his jitters, but I've never seen it so bad.
"Don't say that... You love her, don't you?"
"Yes..."
"You'd do anything for her?"
"Yes..."
I turn to him, placing my hands on his shoulders. "You walk out there and watch her come up the aisle and she is going to be the most beautiful thing in the world. You're then going to say your vows and kiss her. Got it?"
He nods and smiles at me, pulling me into a hug, a rarity for him. "Thanks, Al..."
"Don't mention it. Now go; they're waiting for you out there." As he leaves I straighten my tie, following after him and looping my arm with Seska.
Everything we've been through together is so recent, but at the same time... It's a weird feeling, being in the chapel, watching my brother walk up the aisle. It seems like so long ago that we were fighting Father and the Sins, since I got my body back and Edward got his arm back, since our Father tried to make up for all those years he missed. All of it came rushing back as I walked down the aisle with Seska, parting and taking my place behind my brother, looking out at the crowd.
Edward proposed to Winry in May and their wedding date was set for October, when Winry's parents got married. Granny was so excited, she almost had a heart attack and Winry just about fainted.
I'm pulled from my reverie as the pianist starts playing, the doors opening for Winry to walk in. Her veil is covering her face, but I know she's crying. Seska's crying, Granny's crying, Ed's trying not to cry, and I'm close to tears myself. Even though Ed is twenty five and I'm twenty four, is feels like yesterday we were kids, playing in the street where we weren't suppose to.
As she stops next to Ed, I pull the rings from my pocket, handing them off. The ceremony is simple; about twenty or so guests were invited and all of them arrived, filling in the pews as they waited for the bride and groom to arrive. As they read off their vows, my eyes wander around the chapel. Flowers are here and there, mainly on the ends of the pews. They decorate the podium that the minister stands behind, as well as the aisle Winry walked down.
As I here Winry say I do, I turn back just in time to see them kiss. The tears I've been holding back all day spill down my cheeks as I watch her toss the bouquet, my eyes widening a little as I see Seska catch it and hear my brother say, "It's your turn next, little brother."