Disclaimer: Nope. Just the letters.

Here it is! As promised! Before midnight! Also, I forgot to mention: some of the earlier letters will have been written in a time in FMA instead of FMAB, but they should start being strictly Brotherhood moments by episode ten of FMA. Enjoy!

Winry Rockbell was thoroughly exhausted. There had been more patients than usual today, including Ed, who had somehow managed to break the shin plate off of his leg when he was out fixing the roof. If that weren't enough to thoroughly tick her off, he had also forgotten to fix the water heater due to the aforementioned roof incident, leaving Winry to have a quick, unexpectedly cold shower. Somewhere in her mind, she knew it wasn't entirely Ed's fault, but she wasn't going to admit to that. Instead, Winry had opted to go to bed earlier than usual so she could start reading those letters of Edward's while he was out visiting the people in town. Thankfully for her, she knew that the rare times her husband did go to town to cool down after on of their many, trademark arguments, he didn't come back for at least an hour, being that the roads were so long. The only reason she didn't miss Ed at the moment was because of her hidden treasure waiting upstairs.

As soon as the former alchemist was out the door, Winry had bounded up to their room, eyes already set on the point where she had hidden the stack of letters just a couple of days before. Swiftly pulling one out, she unfolded the two, old pieces of notebook paper with care and positioned herself on their bed with her back against the pillows and wall and he feet out in front of her. Soon her eyes settled on the rough handwriting.

Dear Winry,

I finally got my State Alchemist certification today. Al wasn't able to, since he's hollow and he wouldn't be able to say why on the required physical that I had to take. It seemed like a waste though, since we both studied at this Tucker guy's house night and day.

Oh, yea. Apparently, there turned out to be a written exam for the first phase, so we had to stay at Shou Tucker, a state alchemist's, house. It's huge and awesome! He's also got a daughter named Nina and a big stupid dog called Alexander. The stupid animal keeps tackling me and pretty soon I will get my revenge! Speaking of those two, we had a little bit of a break and played in the snow the other day. Snow, Winry, snow! You remember that one time it snowed a ton in Resembool and we all had a huge snowball fight outside? And then, when we transmuted that snowman and everyone stood around gaping at my awesome talent? Well, anyway, it snowed, and me and Al and Nina and Alexander all went out and had snowball fights, just like back then. It was kind of nostalgic.

Anyways, on the exam I didn't even finish the last couple of questions, but Al finished them all with five minutes to spare. Five freaking minutes! I got one-upped by my little brother, Winry! What the hell?! And I'm pretty sure we studied the same amount too..

Then, after the written exam was the interview, where we had to sit on this weird three-legged chair to see if we were a "true alchemist" or whatever. I didn't really get that part. Some old guy with an eye patch was asking the questions, and, of course, the first question he asked me was why I had automail, so I just told them it happened in the Ishvallen War or something. It was pretty awkward.

Then, there was the final part of the exam where we had to bring research or do something on the spot. Obviously, I didn't need to bring anything so I just went in empty-handed. Turns out it was my lucky day because some idiot made a balloon out of paper and hydrogen and somehow got it caught on fire, so I had to jump in and save his sorry ass by turning the paper into a bunch of flowers. Honestly, I thought it should have been something more manly, but whatever. In the end, I was the only one who ended up passing the whole State Alchemist test.

Everyone was making the thing out to be some kind of mega test, but for me, it was too easy. The examiners were surprised to see what a great alchemist I am. Well, I could easily guess the end of the sentence, so it wasn't surprising for me. But since you know that too well, I guess it was pointless to tell you that I passed.

So, yea. Just thought I'd update, even if I might not send this to you.

Later,

Ed.

Winry couldn't help but laugh. She had always known that Ed's ego was still huge even at the age of twelve. The fact that he even expressed it in his letters was just so..so Edward. She really couldn't understand why he never sent it though, since it didn't seem to be anything that he wouldn't say in person. Well, maybe except for the part about being "one-upped by his little brother". Still, the mechanic considered the letter adorable. Noting the few scrunches on the paper's edges, she had noted that Ed had probably had a hard time sitting still and writing for so long. It was another slightly adorable thought.

Ed really could be very sweet if he tried.

Hopefully I managed to shake up some fluffies for you guys! However, there will be much fluffier ones to come, since I had to base this letter off of a twelve-year-old. I even paused the screen while watching FMA to get some exact wording in there. Anyone who can comment the fastest of which part of the letter that was will get to make some suggestions for later letters to Winry :)

To be continued!