Disclaimer: All characters are property of Hiromu Arakawa, creator of Full Metal Alchemist.
"What, can't I visit the great Full Metal Bean?" Winry teased.
Ed's eyebrow twitched but he still didn't look up. "You know as well as I do that once they realize you're here, it'll all be over."
"But I gave up." Winry sighed. "I don't see why we can't just…"
"As long as Bradley's still alive and still ruling the country, there's nothing we can do." Edward said briskly, his eyes scanning one of the sheets on his desk.
Winry rolled her eyes. "Fine." Sliding from the chair, she headed for the door.
"Oh, hey…" Winry turned back around, scowling.
"Yes?"
"See you back home…. Envy."
"How many times have I told you not to take the form of my best friend?" Edward made a face. He threw his red jacket onto an empty seat before settling on a couch. The hotel room was empty, except for himself and the homunculus. Al was out again.
"Which form would you prefer?" Envy asked. "Al, the idiot prince, or that Mustang who always looks like he wants you?" He drummed his fingers against the leather arm of the chair he was sitting in.
"Ling's not an idiot; he's your brother, isn't he?" Edward said. "And I'd rather not think of that bastard colonel that way, thank you. As for my brother…" He shivered in revulsion.
"Yeah, Mustang wouldn't work." Envy mused. "Seeing as there would be two of us walking around…"
"Plus his and Hawkeye's courtship is going pretty well." Ed added.
"So Winry's the only possible option." Envy said, resting his chin on his hand.
"But what if someone tells Al about all the visits 'Winry' makes to my office, where we spend hours alone? Or worse, what if he sees you himself?"
"Then why can't we just tell your brother?" Envy reasoned. "I'm sure he won't mind."
"I don't think Al's ready to see your transformation from 'blood-thirsty homunculus' to 'big brother's boyfriend.'" Ed pointed out.
"Well, get him ready then." Envy growled, leaning close to Edward's face. "Otherwise, what exactly do you expect me to do? Sit here waiting while you prance around like nothing's going on?"
"Why are you asking me, Envy? You've always done whatever you damn please." Edward reminded him, not unkindly. He sighed. "Look, if you really want to continue the visits to the office, take the form of someone walking down the street, and we'll say you're my girlfriend." He smirked. "You've already got the skirt for it."
Envy slapped Ed's hand away, glaring moodily out the window.
"Fine, if you want to give up that easily." Edward smirked. "I'll tell Hawkeye not to admit any visitors for me."
"Then I'll turn into that Colonel and barge in." Envy shot back.
"Oh, you know how Hawkeye is. For both of our sakes, she wouldn't let that Colonel in if I request it."
"Bastard." Envy growled.
"Your choice."
