AN: OOCNESS. Just a warning. Most of my stories are….. ;) hope ya like! Please review! 3

Ed looked at himself in the mirror. He sucked in his stomach and then let out a breath and frowned. He turned to the side and thought it looked a bit better, but still not too happy about the way his stomach looked. He placed a hand against it and sighed. He threw a black tank top on over his head and then put on his red coat. He looked smaller in the big red coat; he smiled a little and then tied his hair up.
He looked in the mirror again and then pouted taking the coat off. It was too hot to wear that. He looked down at his legs and ran his hands down them; he wore the tight leather pants he always wore. He assumed they made his legs look thinner. He took some pride in that and then lied down on his bed.
"Brother what do you want for dinner?" Al called. Ed watched the ceiling fan spin slowly before he answered.
"Not hungry Al!" he shouted back. He felt thin when he was lying down. He turned on his stomach and began to read. After a few pages in he got bored and placed the book down beside his bed and placed his head in the pillows.
Downstairs Al had wondered why Ed wasn't hungry. There was a knock on the door and he scampered over and opened it.
"Oh, Colonel," Al said surprised.
"Hello Alphonse. Is your brother home?" he asked. Al blushed and nodded. His brother and Roy had been in a sweet relationship for almost 2 years now.
"He's up in his room," Al said running a hand through his hair.
"Thanks," Roy smiled and headed down the hall. He got to Edwards door and was about to knock but heard faint mumbles. He listened closer and heard sniffling. Was Edward crying?
Roy knocked quickly. The other side was silent, he heard faint movement and then the door opened.
"Oh, R-Roy," Ed said with a kind smile. Roy wasn't fooled; he noticed the tears in his blonde's eyes. He walked in and shut the door and turned to Edward and pulled him into a bone crushing hug.
"W-what is it?" Ed asked alarmed. He pulled away slowly and Roy's eyes were full of concern.
"Why are you crying?" Roy asked softly. Ed blinked alarmed and then looked away quickly. He buried his head slowly into Roy's warm chest. He smelt the fiery scent of burning logs and cinnamon. He took in a breath and gripped him tighter.
"Edward what's wrong? Tell me," Roy said quietly. He felt Ed's hands grip tighter on his uniform.
"You're going to think I'm stupid," Ed sniffled. He looked up and Roy hurriedly wiped away streaming tears. His eyes brows furrowed and held him tighter sitting down on the bed with him.
"What is it, are you hurt?"
"No."
"Are you sick?"
"Not at all."
"Did someone say something to you?" Roy asked. When he got no response he bit his lip a bit of anger and worry growing in his stomach.
"What, who was it?" Roy snarled. Ed smiled slightly at his protectiveness and sighed.
"Do, d-do you think, I'm f-fat?" Ed stuttered embarrassed.
Roy stared at him, and Ed became self-conscious and grabbed and pillow and buried his face into it.
"I knew I was fat! Damn it!" He cried. Roy quickly was freed of his trance and he tugged at the pillow, but Ed wouldn't let go.
"Edward, you are not fat." Roy said flatly. Ed didn't move so Roy pulled him into his lap.
"Edward, everyone always tells you you're small, they don't lie," Roy said hoping for some reaction. He got a slight muffled curse and he sighed, at least Edward wasn't completely ignoring him.
"Smiles, I'm not lying to you," Roy said burying his face in Ed's neck.
"I wouldn't lie to you," he assured. Ed blushed slightly and frowned soon after though.
"B-but you love me! You have to say I'm not fat," Ed mumbled. Roy growled and pushed Edward back on the bed.
"Edward, what are you uncomfortable with? Tell me now," Roy growled furiously.
"My stomach and legs."
Roy pressed a harsh kiss to his lips and stayed there for a minute. Ed. confused by the action continued it none the less. When Roy pulled away he began kissing down his neck softly. He began whispering between kisses, words of love.
"Beautiful, lovely, intelligent, sly, sexy," Ed blushed bright red and put a hand on Roy's cheek motioning him to stop.
"Why won't you believe me? Is it because I'm your boyfriend? Do you want me to get Al up here because I will!" Roy said beginning to get up.
"NO!" Ed exclaimed grabbing him. This caused Roy to fall against the teen and Ed wrapped his arms tightly around him. Roy was quiet for a few minutes his head buried under Ed's chin. Eventually Roy did speak.
"If you want to change I won't stop you. I just don't see why you would want to. Are you truly that uncomfortable? I mean no one thinks that you're over weight." Ed looked at him and let a pout come over his lips.
"I just, I've always had self-conscious issues ok! I hate being called small, or fat or different," Ed said as a tear escaped. Guilt began to pile itself on top of Roy thinking about every time he called Ed small.
"I'm sorry; I didn't know," Roy said softly. He placed a soft kiss to Ed's collar bone and snuggled into him.
"I just think you beautiful Ed, you're sexy and fun and I'm telling you not one person thinks you're fat. Please believe me, I really want you to," Roy pleaded into his neck.
"I guess so," Ed said softly. Roy looked up at him and caught him in a kiss.
"Who told you that lie by the way?" Roy asked anger in him again.
"I can't tell you, you'd kill them, I think they were just having a bad day themselves anyway," Ed said quietly.
"Ed."
"No."
"Tell me! I promise I won't do anything…"
"Winry."
Roy nearly fainted at that one.
"Winry? What the hell? Isn't she a good friend of yours?"
"Yea, I just think she was having a bad day was all though I thought about it and it paranoid me," Ed said quietly.
Roy wrapped his arms around Ed tightly and kissed him full out on the lips.
"Come have dinner with me?" Roy asked.
"I'm not hungry though."
"Ed…"
"Ok."
Roy smiled and helped Edward to his feet and then wrapped his arms around his waist.
"Absolutely perfect in every way Smiles," Roy told Ed and then kissed his ear lightly. Ed looked at both of them in the mirror. He decided no matter what his weight or height was not important as long as he was healthy and fit.
As long as he fit perfectly into Roy's arms.