Hey guys! I know it's been a while for this one, but I have another FMA crossover going at the same time as this one, so I'm working on both of them. That and this site stopped working when I clicked "Log In" for a few days. Also, I know it's short. That's one of the disadvantages of starting fan-fictioning: you have all these ideas that you need to write down at once, and then you start uploading multiple stories at the same time, and then those stories get shorter and shorter. I don't want to disappoint you guys, so it's pretty stressful for me. Don't you dare feel guilty! I love writing, so I really don't mind! Anyway, if these stories get infrequent, don't panic. I'm probably just writing out each chapter of my stories to get them all down. Either that, or I've fallen off the face of the Earth, in which case, call NASA.

When we arrived in Resembool, the first thing I noticed was that it was the perfect environment for us. It was nothing but fields and hills with a few scattered houses. Ed took us to relatively large house with a sign out front that said "Rockbell Automail." A black and white dog was sitting on the porch and looked up when we approached. I registered that this dog had a metal front leg before he started barking loudly at us.

"Geez, Den," Ed muttered as he went to the door. "You'd think you've never seen visitors before." He was about to knock when it opened, revealing a blonde girl with a bandana holding a wrench. I saw Ed tense up. "Hey, Winry," he said nervously. She raised an eyebrow at him. "Aren't you supposed to be in Central?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said, looking back at us, "But something, uh…came up." Winry eyed us suspiciously. "Anyway, they need a place to stay for a while. Do you think you could take 'em in for a while? At least until they can find a more permanent home." Winry sighed, slinging the wrench over her shoulder (Ed took a step back when it was closest to his head). "Same old Ed," she said, "Always trying to help someone."

She looked up at us and smiled warmly. "I guess we could take them in for a while," she said.

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"Is Ed your boyfriend?" Nudge asked about two seconds after he'd left the house. Winry blushed deeply, and quickly said "No! We're just friends, I'm his automail mechanic!" Angel looked at her. "You're lying," she said. "You're in love with him, aren't you?" Winry blushed more intensely as I excused us from the room and pulled Angel around the corner by her arm.

"Why'd you have to go and pull a stunt like that?" I asked in a loud whisper. She shrugged. "It wasn't that hard," she said. "Love was the first emotion she thought of when she thought of him." I sighed, rubbing my temples. "I don't care if it was easy," I said. "I keep telling you not to read people's minds." Angel, being a little girl, could've pouted and crossed her arms at this point. Instead, she looked up at me with an expression of "Please listen to me this time because I'm always right."

"It's my power, Max," she said. "I can't just stop using it. It'd be like you telling us to cross an ocean without flying." I grimaced when I realized that she was absolutely right. I wonder what my power is, I thought.

Me: Ed, you're gonna end up swallowing a bug with your mouth hanging open like that.

Ed: Winry's…in LOVE with me?

Me: *sighs, rummages in my pocket, and shows him the foreshadowing picture* GET THIS INTO YOUR HEAD, DUDE! YOU END UP MARRYING HER!

Ed: Is this the part where you say "No pressure"?

Me: Heck no! Pressure, pressure, PRESSURE!

Ed: *mutters* Crazy fangirl.