Writer's Note: Whee! Update! Not much to say about this one, except that I loooooove Ed and Winry as Kids :) So I decided to write another Thing about them being Kids. This one is kinda sad. I got the Idea when I watched the episode from the first Series when Winry found out about her Parents being dead and yeah, I felt the need to write something. And the Song seemed to fit quite well so enjoy reading :) Oh yeah, before I forget: I changed the rating into K+ because I noticed that I let Ed have a bad Mouth in some of the One Shots.

Song used: Sorry seems to be the hardest Word, by Blue&Elton John

Special Thanks to my Editor Robin Sparrow, she made it possible again!

Disclaimer: I dont own the Song, or Fullmetal Alchemist, but if I did, I would be a Character in the Series :D



03 Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word

It was one of Risembool's rare rainy days. The yellow house on the hill was surrounded by heavy, gray clouds, casting a depressing shadow over the entire day.

But heavier than the clouds was the weight of the words of the military men who came that day to knock on the door of the Rockbell residence. They explained the situation in calm, sympathetic tones, which seemed to sound farther and farther away the longer they talked. Pinako did her best to listen, but it was hard when all she really wanted to do was wake up – because surely this was a nightmare. Surely her son and his beloved wife could not be dead. It just wasn't possible.

And beneath the layer of fog that kept her brain from fully taking in the news was a hint of anger – at the world, at fate, and at the military, which Pinako had never been a great fan of in the first place.

While the two Men explained the situation further, little Winry stood quietly in her parent's bedroom. The door was slightly open, so she could hear every spoken word. She was only a child, missing her parents – and now she had gone, between one day and the next, from beloved daughter to orphan.

Pinako signed some paperwork regarding the funeral and personal possessions of the two Amestrian doctors, and soon the military men were gone, leaving the house somehow emptier than before they'd arrived. The door of the bedroom opened, and Winry emerged. She simply stood there, her face wet with tears as she looked into her grandmother's face.

"I'm so sorry Winry… I'm so sorry that such a terrible thing happened." There were no right words for situations like this, Pinako knew. She had no comforting words for her grandchild – she didn't even have any for herself.

As Winry realized the solace she was waiting for would never come, the strength that had kept her calm throughout the military men's visit began to crack, and she crumbled, sobbing as she ran to Pinako and buried her face in her grandmother's arms, which shook as Pinako also gave in to grief.

The following day was beautiful, full of light and blue sky – to the naked eye, it appeared as though nothing had happened, nothing was wrong. Yet everyone in Risembool had heard the news, including Trisha Elric and her sons, whose faces were full of sorrow as they climbed the steps of the Rockbells' front porch.

As they entered the house, the grief weighed so heavily on the air that it was almost physically tangible, and the sound of sobbing permeated the house – Winry's sobbing, as she sat at the table with her face buried in her arms, trembling.

Ed and Al simply stood there, sad that someone close to them had died, and sadder still for Winry. But neither of the boys knew what to say. Trisha, having little to say herself, simply knelt down beside the girl and stroked her back soothingly. Winry looked up, seeing the brothers first, and then turning to the kind countenance of Trisha Elric.

Trisha patted the blonde girl on the head, and pulled her into a deep embrace. Winry began to cry anew.

Why is it always that difficult to tell someone that you're sorry?

Ed didn't know what he should say to her. But he wanted to say something so badly, and without thinking he blurted, "Stop crying already… our dad left too you know."

Winry stared at him, choking on her tears, and snapped, "Stop crying? My parents are dead, Ed! Dead, don't you get it? Your dad left you, but he can come back… my parents can't! Ever!"

She was right, and he knew it.

But for Edward, sorry had always seemed to be the hardest word.

So instead of words, he decided to give her a present instead. Later that evening he brought it by – a doll, made with the help of his little brother, using alchemy. Even if Edward Elric wasn't so good with words, he was good with his actions.

"I'm sorry," he finally managed, handing the gift over to his dearest friend, Winry.


This one was kinda short I know I know. Stop throwing Things at me ^^ They're getting longer, thats what I noticed... I have lots and lots of Inspiration lately and I already have Ideas on 25 One Shots (including the ones I've already written) long way to go till 64... but I will make it :) I just need Time to write... I have a Life too xD

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