Ed and Al sprinted their way up the dirt road leading to the house they called home for so long in their childhood. The fields of wheat around the house danced and waved in the gentle breeze. The sun beamed down above them, giving the day a magnificent and lukewarm glow. The house seemed to almost radiate with an aura of love and caring, almost as if it was the light at the end of the brother's tunnel. The laughed innocently like they used to do when they were small kids as they bounded into the driveway. They stepped up onto the familiar creaky porch and Ed reach up to knock on the door. However, the door swung open just as Ed went to knock and he was viciously hug-tackled by Winry. She squealed loudly. "You made it, you made it!" she exclaimed.
Pinako ambled over and leaned in the doorway. "I told you they would, dear," she said. When Winry broke away from Ed, she moved over to Al and hugged him as well. Once the hugs were out of the way, she turned to look at Ed, her face flustered and red.
"Hey, Winry. Sorry we didn't call. We would've been here sooner, but the train broke-" Ed was cut short as Winry put a finger on his lips.
"It doesn't matter. You're here," Winry said with extreme joy in her voice. Ed blushed and smiled. He turned to look at Pinako.
"Happy Thanksgiving, Granny," he said.
"Mm-hm. You too, short one," Pinako said devilishly.
Ed's face turned a sanguine red. "You're lucky it's Thanksgiving, or I'd lay the beat down on you, you old hag…." he said angrily.
"Calm down, brother," Al said with a sigh. "Hi, Granny," he huffed with a glance at her. Just he had spoken, a gust of wind stirred up. Some loose siding along the front wall of the house slammed against the framework noisily. Ed glanced up and saw it.
"Wow… this place is rough…. Here. Come with me, you guys," he said. They followed Ed out into the yard. He quickly clapped his hands together and slapped them against the base of the house. Blue arcs of energy erupted from his hands and arced across the house. Slowly, bit by bit, the damaged portions of the house became as good as new again. Once finished, Ed pulled his hands away from the house, and the blue energy faded into oblivion.
"Ed! That was amazing!" Winry said as she rushed forward to hug him again.
"Just basic alchemy, Win. Nothing too out of the ordinary," Ed said, being slightly bashful.
"Thank you, Edward. I hereby revoke my short comment," Pinako said with a grin. Ed's eyes pierced like daggers towards her. They worked their way inside the house after watching the marvelous show of alchemy. Once inside, Ed spotted Den setting in front of an Alaskan Malamute dog. They were both wagging their tails at each other.
"Wow, Winry! Did you get a new dog?" Al asked excitedly.
Pinako spoke up. "No, that's actually-" She was cut short by a woman's voice.
"He's mine." Ed and Al looked over to see Hawkeye standing in the doorway to the dining room.
"Lieutenant Hawkeye! What are you doing here?" Ed asked, shocked at her presence.
"Well, we didn't have a place to eat a Thanksgiving dinner, so your gracious family here took us in," she responded.
"We?" Ed said tersely. A chair skidded from within the dinning room, and Mustang's face appeared over Hawkeye's shoulder. "Colonel Mustang!" Ed spat. What is he doing here?!"
"I told you, Edward. We didn't have a place to eat," Hawkeye said. Ed turned to face Pinako. She shrugged her shoulders.
"Well, I wasn't going to tell them no," she said. Ed sighed and turned to look at Mustang.
"You better not start any trouble," he said with an accusing point.
"I think we should be more worried about you, Fullmetal," Mustang said with a smirk.
Ed looked at Al. "He's starting already," he groaned. Al just shook his head.
"Hey, hey, hey… it's Thanksgiving! Let's not fight, okay?" Winry said. "Let's go into the dinning room and wait."
"I'll go finish up the final touches. Should only be about an hour," Pinako said. Hawkeye and Mustang left the doorway as Ed and Al followed Winry into the dinning room. They took their respective seats and grabbed a freshly-made buttered dinner roll. Ed and Winry smiled at each other nervously. Mustang and Hawkeye talked quietly, avoiding the gaze of the other three. Al watched Den and Black Hayate playing in the hallway.
Finally, Winry spoke up. "So, Ed, Al. Catch me up on your latest adventures," she said. Ed stretched and put his arms behind his head as he began to tell his tales.
