Another chapter! This one's full of humor and really hot Ed. Like, really hot. You'll see...

Also gave the description a little bit of an edit. Just because :D

10. Burn

"Happy birthday, Ed!"

Surprised, Ed looked up from the newspaper he was reading to stare at Winry and Al. "What?" he asked, frowning in confusion.

Winry rolled her eyes and looked like she was fighting the urge to hit him with something. "Don't you remember anything? Really, Ed, it's your birthday," she explained as Al deposited a covered plate on the side table.

Ed flipped to the front page of the newspaper to check the date. "Huh, it is." The blonde glanced at the plate curiously. "Is that pie?" he asked hopefully, tossing the newspaper aside, attention now completely focused on possible food.

Al smirked and shook his head. "We baked you an actual cake," he said, taking the lid off the plate and revealing the circular cake, covered in white icing. "We tried to do writing with icing, but it didn't work out so well," the younger Elric added, looking sheepish.

The elder Elric waved a hand dismissively. "That's fine. So long as it's good," he said, licking his lips and drooling a tad. Hospital food left something to be desired, and they rarely gave him anything with large amounts of sugar.

He completely ignored the snickering from Al as Winry pulled out a box of candles and began to stick them in the cake. Ed watched, unconsciously following along with Winry's mumbled counting.

"Fifteen… Sixteen…. Seventeen! Alright, all done. Where are the matches, Al?" she asked the younger teen who was digging in one of his pockets.

"Al, you put matches in your pocket?" Ed asked, raising an eyebrow as his younger brother pulled out a small book of matches. "What, you trying to set your butt on fire?"

Al glared, a slight blush coming to his cheeks. "I, uh, kinda forgot that I'm flammable now," he admitted guiltily.

Winry and Ed gawked at Al in silence while Al fidgeted, obviously embarrassed, before exploding into laughter. Al blushed harder and flailed wildly. "Brother! Winry! It's not my fault! Shut up!" he wailed, clenching his fists.

Ed had rolled over on the bed and was snickering loudly into the pillows. Winry, however, had more self-control and stopped her laughing first. "Sorry, Al. It's just that you've never described your body as 'flammable' before."

The only response she got was Al shoving the matches into her hand and throwing the plastic lid from the cake at Ed's head.

She rolled her eyes and began to light the candles as Ed howled at Al's sudden burst of violence and the younger brother's shouted retorts. Those two were impossible.

"Hey! Stop arguing!" she shouted at the pair, hands on hips. Al sullenly scooted off the bed (he and Ed had started an impromptu arm wrestling match for no apparent reason) and Edward cracked his knuckles threateningly as he eyed the cake.

After a badly-sung round of "Happy Birthday", Ed leaned over, licking his lips and eyeing the cake hungrily to blow out the candles. He had just inhaled, eyes narrowed, to blow, when Winry let out a ear-piercing shriek.

"ED! Your hair's on fire!"

Ed shot up straight, eyes wide. "Wait, what?" he asked, before glancing to side to see one of his bangs burning. "HOLY CRAP! DO SOMETHING!"

The room filled with the shouted orders and curses for a good two minutes before Al saved the day, filling a bowl with water from the bathroom and dousing Ed, the bed he was sitting on, and some of Winry, who had been trying to calm the panicking alchemist.

There was another stretch of silence between the three before Al starting snickering, one hand holding the empty bowl and the other pointing at Ed. Winry began giggling too, one hand covering her mouth to hold back her laughter.

Ed glowered at the two before pulling the still-lit cake to him, blowing out the candles, and grabbing a slice. "Can't even have a simple birthday cake with you two," he grumped, shoving the cake in his mouth with a growl.

Flammable!Al. There's something you don't see everyday...The ending doesn't seem right here. D: Oh well.

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