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Have some Winry!
"I'm really dreading this," Ed whines, walking down the dirt road toward the Rockbell's.
"Why? It's not like she can hurt you with a wrench now," Al answers, watching his automail fingers flex with interest.
"Yeah but.. she can sure hurt you!"
"But-but Winry wouldn't have any reason to hit me with one!" Al protests, protectively covering his gold-covered head.
"When you're wearing the face of Edward Elric, she finds a way," Ed mutters.
"Ed? Al?" The two hear Winry calling from a distance, and look over to see her.
Enthusiastically, Al waves, grinning. "Hey, Winry!"
Not as cheerfully as his brother, Ed waves to Winry. "Hey."
Winry runs forward, stopping at Al, grabbing the automail arm to inspect it closely, then moving it around. "..You weren't lying, Al. He really hasn't broken it."
"Of course he hasn't," Al answers without thinking. "Besides, it's not even his anymore!"
Winry, still holding the arm, looks up at Al in confusion. "..What was that Ed?"
Al gulps nervously, looking up at Ed before returning his gaze to Winry and continuing. "Um.. I don't know how yet, but.. Ed and I switched bodies."
Winry looks at Ed, then Al; then back at Ed again. "So you return home and right away you want to play Prank the Mechanic, huh?"
"N-no, Winry, it's true!" Al whines, giving Winry a pouty face. "Ed's in the armor and I'm stuck inside his body!"
"It's true," Ed quips, looking down at Winry. "It happened right after my birthday."
Winry materializes a wrench and pops Al across the head with it. "That's not funny, boys!"
Not used to the sensation, Al gasps, grabbing his head and crying out in pain. "Winryyyyy why would you do that?!" Tears begin gushing down Al's cheeks as he tenderly clutches at his golden hair.
Ed pulls Al close, moving Al's hands away from the spot. "Geez, relax, Al; you're not even bleeding." He turns his head to the incredibly-confused Winry. "Why the hell'd ya do that? We told you what happened!"
"Whaaa?" Winry stares at the two, looking at protective-Al and sobbing-Ed, and feels as though her brain is melting. "What? But.. but I.. what's going on here!"
"I told you, Winry," Ed says, making sure Al is going to be fine before turning to face her. "Somehow, Al and I switched bodies. He's in my body and I'm attached to the suit of armor."
"But-but that's just not possible!" Winry protests, looking between the two brothers.
"Is too!" Al protests, looking at his hand for the tenth time to check for blood. "Geez Winry.. do you always hit Ed this hard? No wonder he calls you crazy."
"Hey! That's not funny!" Winry takes a closer look at Al, really looking into his eyes. Finally, her eyes widen and she looks up at Ed. "Edward?!"
"Yeah, Winry; that's what we've been trying to tell you." Ed crosses his arms, looking off in annoyance.
"Crap, you two.. really got in a mess this time," Winry says weakly, her voice wavering.
"We didn't try to, Winry.. Winry!" Al calls out, watching as the girl drops to the ground.
"Great job Al, you made her faint."
"Me?! It happened on YOUR birthday!"
"That was just a dream, right?" Winry mumbles, opening her eyes and looking around. She spots Ed, Al, and Pinako next to her. She sits up, sees she's on the couch, then points at Al. "Ed, right?" She then turns to Ed in the armor. "Alphonse?"
"Um." Al looks at Pinako nervously. "No, Winry. We've been over this."
Pinako looks at Al, raising an eyebrow. "Something you boys want to tell me?"
Al waves, grinning nervously. "Granny, it's me, Alphonse."
Pinako's eyes widen, and she looks up at Ed in the armor.
"It's true, Granny," Ed replies, gaze shifting between all of them. "The day after my birthday, Al and I woke up like this."
"Freaky," Winry murmurs, eyes resting on Ed momentarily before settling on Al, where she looks him over carefully.
Al gulps nervously, and finds Pinako is studying him too, but not with the same look of wonder in her eyes. "Um.."
"Stop staring at him," Ed says protectively.
"So, Al," Winry begins slowly. "..You can eat again, right?"
"Mhm." Al looks up at Winry innocently, absolutely adorable.
Winry melts. {Why doesn't Ed ever do that?!} "Would you like for me to make you some pie?"
Al's eyes widen and he gasps, the nervous expression gone from his face immediately. "Yeah! I've been waiting to try your pie!"
Ed groans, performing a literal facepalm.
"You have a problem with that, Ed?" Winry asks, contempt clear in her voice.
"No, no, not at all!" Ed turns to Al, pointing to him. "Extra sparring later, marshmallow."
"..Marshmallow?" Al says in confusion, tilting his head.
"Yeah. Because you're squishy."
Al blushes and pulls the red coat shut protectively. "It's only a few pounds, Brother. I'm not gonna gain any more, really."
"I know," Ed says dismissively. "Because we're sparring later." Ed grins, but realizes Al can't see it; so makes use of his body language to convey smugness the best he can. "Enjoy your pie, Al!"
Al whines and scurries over to Winry to help her cook.
Having heard the whole thing, Winry opens Al's coat, confusing the boy. "..Hm. He wasn't kidding. I thought he always had a fast metabolism."
"W-Winry!" Al gasps, shutting the coat, his face beet-red. "I-I just put on a few pounds! Barely anything!"
"Sorry, Al. I've just never seen Ed with any extra weight on him before. I was curious."
Al grumbles and hugs the red coat close. "I haven't eaten in years. Everything tastes so good, I can't help it."
Winry smiles and pats Al on the head. "Don't worry. One pie isn't going to make you fat. Besides, Ed's going to spar with you later." She pauses. "You can still beat him, right?"
"Oh, um, well.. we sparred yesterday. Neither of us won, though. I'm not used to sparring with a human body and Ed's not used to sparring with the armor; so I think I might have been able to beat him, if we were both used to these bodies."
Winry nods, assembling the pie while Al watches, and letting him join in the preparation. Ed excuses himself, heading out to go for a walk.
He returns to find Al lounging on the couch, belt loose and pants unbuttoned. It's easy to see Al's stomach is bloated from eating too much, and there's a blissful expression on his sleepy face.
"Al?" Ed walks forward, and spots Winry in the armchair, reading a romance novel.
"Oh! Hey Ed." Winry looks over at Al, who's nearly asleep. "You know, Al's appetite rivals yours. He ate all but one slice of that pie."
Ed gasps and points at Al accusingly. "You are the WHOLE PIE?! Are you TRYING to ruin my image?!"
Al lets out a little 'eek' and tries to shrink into the couch cushions and hide. His face goes a little pink.
"ED! Stop making him feel bad!" Winry stands, putting her hands on her hips. "He hasn't had pie in years. A few pounds isn't going to kill him, or your image. Now apologize to Al."
Ed crosses his arms, looking away indignantly. "Sorry, Al. I'm just not used to not having control over my own body." He pauses, relaxing. "But if anyone has to use it, I'm glad it's you."
Al smiles, getting more comfy on the couch. "Thanks, Ed. I just hope we can switch back soon. I'm sure you miss.." He's interrupted by a yawn. "..your body."
"Not as much as how I'm glad to see you enjoying living again," Ed replies softly, watching Al relax and his breathing start to even out. "Wh-Al wait, don't do to sleep yet! We have to spar first!"
Al doesn't even twitch, already asleep. Winry shoots Ed a glare. "Leave him sleep, Ed. He's tired."
"But Winry! He's gotta work off that pie he ate. Come on, it won't take long."
Winry picks her book back up, settling into the chair to relax and read. She speaks, just enough of a warning to her voice to make Ed shrink back in fear. "Don't you dare wake him."
