Now you can all breathe easier. Here is the final chapter…

Disclaimer: Chibi-san and company belong exclusively to Hiromu Arakawa and anyone else who legally makes money off of them… now that just sounds wrong. I couldn't possibly own the song because it came even before my parents' time. The only OC belongs to me, as well as this plot on crack, which is definitely what I was on when I wrote this.

Chaos is fun, but this one must come to a close.

Love Potion Number Nine

Chapter 10 "The Normality"

"Hey, Envy! Wait up, would ya?!" Wrath called as he tried to catch up to the eldest sin. Envy of course, ignored his presence entirely and continued down the path. On one side of the straight, dirt path was a river. "ENVY!" He called out again after he caught up to him, but something about the elder sin caught his attention. "What happened to your headband?"

Envy shrugged and a flash went through his body. When it cleared, the missing garment appeared over his forehead. "There, happy, runt? Now will you shut up?"

Wrath was still looking at him oddly. "But it's not the same one. It's different." Then he looked down at Envy's slightly tattered clothes and noticed something peculiar on him. "What's that gooey stuff all over your hands?" He asked innocently.

For a brief second, he though he saw Envy smirk in an odd way from usual. He seemed to be recalling something as he raised his eyebrows ever so slightly, but when the little homunculus blinked, Envy's sinister expression had taken over once again. "Damn, kid. You just don't know when to shut the hell up, do you?"

Wrath puffed out his cheeks, but before he could pester Envy further, which would promptly get him pummelled into the ground, he spotted Greed coming down the same path, heading towards them. Envy saw him too and snickered until it hit him that something about Greed's appearance seemed horribly, horribly off.

He stopped abruptly in front of Greed and cocked an eyebrow. "… the hell? Why'd you take your shirt off, ass wipe?"

Greed gritted his teeth, but bit back a growl. "What's it to you?! Ya wannabe palm-tree, BASTARD!" He screamed before bending down to pick up a large stone and hurled it at Envy's head who easily caught it before it even came close to its destination.

His eyebrow twiched. "Pull something like that again and you'll be shitting this rock!" With that he threw the stone back at him with twice as much vigour, however, Greed was able to duck just in time as it zoomed over his head.

Wrath glanced up at Greed as something seemed to come back to him from what he overheard Winry mention. "Ewwwww! You were all over Fullmetal!" His eyes widened as he thought about it for a moment. "… yuck! You have… CHIBI COOTIES!"

Even Envy seemed to shrink back a step. "Seriously? Damn, Greed. I knew you were bad, but COME ON!" He pointed his finger at Greed and started snickering. "So tell me, jack off. When are the little bastards due?"

"NNNNNAAAAAAAGGGHH!!" Greed's arm changed into granite as he charged at Envy, with the intention of knocking his lights out. Well, that was his plan of action until the older sin yawned mockingly and jumped out of the way at the last minute so that Greed wouldn't realize the close proximity the path was to the river.

"Er, eh…" Greed teetered on the edge for a moment until Envy came up from behind him, and gave him a little 'push' with his finger, acting like nothing happened as Greed plunged into the icy waters with a resounding splash. Envy placed his hands on his hips, peering over the short ledge, waiting for Greed to resurface. And surface he did, glaring murderously up at him.

Envy leered down at him. "Now who said I've never done anything nice for someone." He mocked. "Here's the first step in getting the stink of the Fullmetal pipsqueak off you." He crossed his arms and cackled loudly as Wrath fell over onto his back, laughing his head off.

"ARGGHHH!" Greed gripped onto his hair, wanting so badly to yank it out in frustration. "ENVY! SHUDDUP, YOU $#&# NUMB NUTS!" He yelled as he jumped out of the river and charged the headstrong homunculus.

However, he leapt right over Greed's head and continued down the path as though the seething homunculus didn't even exist. Greed then made a grab for Wrath, but the little guy slipped underneath him, between his legs and chased after the eldest sin. "Don't even try, dipshit!" Envy yelled over his shoulder. "I'm much stronger and faster than you could ever hope to be!"

"GET BACK HERE, NATURE BOY!" Greed screeched after him.

"Do us all a favour! Take a loooong bath!"


"Look at all of you." Izumi clicked her tongue disapprovingly as she studied the bunch before her. "Now do you see what happens when you rush into unknown territory and right into the enemy's hands without preparation?"

"May I step in on this one, Izumi?" Pinako calmly walked up next to the woman, folding her arms behind her pack as she calmly puffed on her pipe.

"So help me, God…" Winry said sarcastically and buried her face into her hands. She overheard Ed and even Al grimace as well. They all knew that this was going to be worse. Much worse.

Izumi looked at the short woman for a moment before shrugging coolly. "They're all yours." She took a few steps back, folding her arms across her breasts as she settled in for the show.

"This is ridiculous!" Mustang stood up, dusting off his pants. "I am not going to sit here and get lectured by some half-pint, old woman who's three times my age!"

"HALF-PINT?!" Ed jumped up, yanking back his sleeves.

"Edward sit down. He's not even talking about you." Winry sighed and reached up, tugging him back down by his tattered red coat.

"Colonel Mustang, I think you should sit back down as well." Pinako calmly suggested.

"I've had enough." Mustang picked up his crumpled uniform coat off of the ground. "Let's go, lieutenant."

"Sir…" Hawkeye ventured.

"I really think you should listen to her, Colonel." Al nervously twiddled his fingers at a prodigious rate, anticipating the events that would inevitably follow.

"Please, have a seat." Pinako smoothly exhaled the smoke.

"Now you listen here-"

"SIT!"

Roy fell back on the ground as a few birds scattered nearby. "Holy shit…" He muttered.

"Now…" The old woman turned back to face the group on the ground before her. Which consisted of Ed, Winry, Al, Mustang and Hawkeye. Though Al and Winry were still trying to figure out what they did wrong.

Pinako shook her head disapproving at the sorry excuse laid out before her. "Look at you…" Mustang grimaced. Maes would be laughing it up right about now. "Frolicking about like a bunch of young pups in the spring…" Hawkeye looked down at her lap. If her non-monotonous behaviour got back to her co-workers… "Covered from head to toe in… I don't even want to know what." Winry shifted uncomfortably as Ed was looking her attire over, growling at the grass stains and stickiness all over her pants. Sticky! Only one thing came to mind as he glared menacingly down at a certain someone's headband sticking out of her pocket. In fact, it was surprising that the sparks shooting out of his eyes hadn't charred it to a crisp. "So tell me… what have you all become?"

"B-but, Auntieee!" Al whined pathetically, as he fiddled the remnants of his loincloth. "Winry and I weren't even apart of… whatever THAT was."

"And what about the rest of us?!" Ed protested. "We didn't actually CHOOSE to get involved with those scaly, slippery, disgusting-"

Pinako waved her hand dismissively and Winry sighed again. "Guys, you can try if you want to, but good luck. I've been trying for years, and it's gotten me nowhere…"

"But I didn't do anything!" Al rephrased.

"HA!" Ed looked him over, before snorting. "Here's coming from someone who's covered in blue lipstick marks!"

Al looked down at himself and squealed in alarm. It was true… all over his chest and shoulder plates, and his arms… EEK!

Winry chuckled. "It looks like you have some love bites of your own, Al." She grinned smugly over at Ed.

Ed flushed and clamped his hand over her mouth. "I THOUGHT WE AGREED TO NEVER BRING THAT UP AGAIN?!" Winry giggled a bit impishly before ripping his arm away.

"That's enough. All of you." Pinako cut in. "So because of what transpired today. I want you to do chores around the town in order to pay the mayor back for the damage you did. In other words… community service."

"This is absurd!" Roy cut in.

"Be as it may, Colonel Mustang." She calmly replied. "But most of you caused a lot of property damage to the area near Dublith. You bunch probably hit every sector of this forest. Not to mention my last minute ticket out here."

Winry ripped Ed's hand away from her mouth. "But why do I have to help?!"

"I can answer that." Izumi stepped in. "I had a feeling that something was going on in your room earlier." She gave the girl a placid smile. "Seeing is how there were dirty footprints on the carpet. Bare footprints might I add, as strange as that is. So that will need to be cleaned up." Winry growled and sat back, crossing her arms stubbornly.

Yes. A sledgehammer embedded in that green-haired homunculus's head sounded really good right about now…

Suddenly Ed spoke up. "Where's the old hag? She's certainly conspicuous in her absence." He stated in a bored tone.

"Watch your tongue before it gets ripped out, shortie." Pinako snapped.

"SHORTIE?! I'M TALLER THAN YOU!"

Al sighed in exasperation. "Auntie, I think Nii-san's talking about old lady, Abi."

"Did someone call?" Abi stepped out from behind a spruce. "My, but what an eventful day this has been."

"YOU!" Winry's eyes widened as she pointed at the woman. "I remember you! You're the weirdo with the cheap perfume!"

"Ah! Miss Winry, it's so nice to see you again." The old woman trotted over and bent down to her level. "I haven't seen you since the mobile palm tree ran off with you. Though I have to admit, I didn't exactly have that planned for you…" Her eyes flickered over to Ed for a moment, who looked more than a little confused, before returning her gaze to the blue-eyed girl and softened her gaze.

Winry eyed her warily as she lightly grasped the girl's chin between her index finger and thumb. "So tell me. Did you have fun? Did he take you someplace romantic? Why are you sticky? Did you two do anything? Did he give you flowers and any other gifts?" The giddy, old woman bubbled over and fired off similar, enthusiastic questions.

Winry flushed horribly and tried to struggle away. "Um, well I- er, what I mean is…"

Ed's body was actually shaking with rage as squeaky little grimaces rolled forth between his gritted teeth. He clenched his automail hand so tightly the bolts started snapping.

"Edward!" Winry was finally able to form full sentences. "If you break my automail just one more time I SWEAR that when I'm done with you, you'll be nothing more than a tiny blonde memory!"

Ed blanched and jumped behind Al who started chuckling, along with a select few, which definitely included Mustang.

"Well…" Abi stood back up and stretched. "I really should be going now. I have a… certain someone I need to check in on and see how they're taking all this." She flashed Izumi a mischievous little smile that only she caught.

Izumi smirked in return.


Dante tapped her foot in irritation, mortally pissed off at the sight before her. "I don't care WHO you were! I wouldn't even care if you were the last beings on Shamballa! I would rather a group of giant, mutant leaches, or a pack of scorpions! I would prefer it if TERMITES overran my entire mansion! ANYTHING but YOU!" She jabbed her index finger at her audience.

Pride, Gluttony, Lust, Wrath and Sloth all sighed. "Please don't be angry with us, master…" Sloth spoke up. "We are terribly sorry for our failure."

"It was an accident!" Wrath piped up.

"No…" Dante cut him off. "This was no accident. This was just YOU, and only you bunch. LOOK AT THIS MESS!" She gestured over towards the forest. It looked like it had been clear cut and charred to a crisp. As for Dante's property, the mansion was still intact, but the front gate had been blown to filings and most of the steel fence had been knocked over. As there were shredded branches all over her yard and old-fashioned patio set and even the roof of the house.

"What is it with you five? Better yet this whole new generation of homunculi?!" She huffed in frustration as the others just stared or shifted uncomfortably. "Now, before I send you all back to the graves you came out of… CLEAN UP THIS PLACE!!!"

"… … you are joking." Pride's good eye actually widened.

"No, I'm not." Dante spat. "You five screw-ups have foiled my plans for the last time!"

"Wait a minute…" Wrath made a face. "How come Envy and Greed don't have to help?" He whined.

"Because I DON'T know where they are!" Dante snapped as she turned back to the front doors of her mansion. "And don't even THINK about coming back inside until this place is as clean as it was before you disaster-prone bunch came on board!" And with that, she slammed the door in their faces.

The others just stood there, blinking stupidly for a moment until Wrath broke the silence. He scrunched up his nose and stuck his tongue out at the door. "What a-"

Sloth placed her hand over his mouth.


Dante walked through the mansion in a huff until Lyra came upon her, trying to straighten her red hair band which she had retrieved from the ground. "I'm so sorry, sensei…" She bowed several times. "But I failed in my mission…" She stared solemnly down at her feet.

"Hmm… never mind, dear." She looked down at Lyra's clothes. "Perhaps you should right your appearance." Lyra looked down at herself and immediately flushed, and hiked her torn dress up over her breasts.

"Oh! B-by the way…" Lyra piped up as Dante started walking away. "That strange woman with the elixirs is loitering out back again…" Dante halted for a moment before redirecting her path to deal with the traitorous old enchantress.

"Well, hello again, Mistress Dante!" Abi chirped, greeting her with a wave. "Just dropped by to say tootles. I'm off to new exotic places! Through and through, I'm fairly pleased with the way things turned out today!" She giggled like mad as she stroked her cub.

"The plan was a complete failure." Dante glowered at her. "And it's all your fault."

"Mine?" Abi arranged her face into an innocent expression and pointed to herself. "I did nothing wrong. Did you not here my chant on the stone? Red is the colour of power and purple is the colour of infatuation… or love. And I find it truly ironic that the colour in the majority of your homunculi's eyes is the colour of love." Here, Abi snickered tauntingly.

"Homunculi DON'T have feelings!" Dante stated firmly. "I know. I am their master; a TRUE Shepard of sins." She held a smug expression at her own profound title.

"Shepard of sins?! WAHAHAHAAA!!" Abi choked a little. "I think you're getting a little ahead of yourself, dearie." She chuckled again while Dante tried to keep her anger in check, but failed to conceal it completely since her body started to shake on the spot. "By the way…" She walked up to her and held up a childishly wrapped gift box. "I got you a little something and I wanted to give it to you before I hit the road."

Dante glared at her, then peered down at the neatly wrapped box before returning her menacing gaze at the old woman.

Abi pouted. "Oh, COME ON!" She grinned cheerfully and shoved the gift into Dante's arms.

Dante grimaced before carefully unwrapping the tissue and flipping the cardboard top open. Inside was a little music box, only it was slightly bigger than a normal one.

"GO ON! Push the button!" Abi urged.

Against everything she had been taught in the past and that given the kind of person she was, it could be a bomb. Dante actually did press the button, and it didn't combust, it started playing, what else but 'Love Potion Number Nine.' Dante stared down at it like it was the cause for all those shenanigans as Abi burst out laughing.

"Well! I've got to go! So many more matches to make. So little time!" She waggled her fingers at Dante before sprinting away as fast as her short legs would take her back down the path. "TA TAA!" She called out.

Dante clenched her fists, the bones snapping painfully, although she didn't notice. Next time she saw that troublesome, mischief-making woman… She would ring her bloody neck into a crepe. She huffed again as she looked around at the ruins surrounding her property and pulled out a pen and a blank sheet of paper. She would learn from her mistakes. After all, she could use this as she collected information on her homunculi's weaknesses.

She pushed the nub of the pen and began to jot a few things down.

1. Don't let homunculi associate with humans. They'll end up frolicking like young pups worse than any regular mortals.

2. Never put Greed in charge of ANYTHING. He'll screw it all up.

She looked up and grimaced at the various shattered windows of her mansion.

3. Homunculi CAN'T sing worth a shit.


"Is he STILL in there?" Marta asked as she leaned against the counter of the tavern. "What's wrong with him?"

Kimblee shrugged. "Don't really know. But for the past hour, he's been spitting out and rinsing like there's no tomorrow."

"Do you think he had a run-in with the homunculi while he was by himself?" Roa wondered out loud, worried about their leader's well-being.

Kimblee shrugged again and rested on a bar stool. "Who knows?" He stated and waved his dismissively. The first thing Greed did when he came back to the Devil's Nest was rush to the back muttering something about not rebelling against him before dashing into the bathroom in a mad panic, locking the door behind him.

"Oh! Szhere he zomes now!" Bido slurred from Kimblee's side as the back door finally creaked open.

Greed stood in the doorway, looking like he was taking the cowardly route to the guillotine. The first thing that hit the group however was the overwhelming stench of various colognes, aftershaves, an overdose of breath mints, and they were pretty sure he had bathed in bleach. Other than that, he was standing in the door way wearing nothing but his pants, and a white towel draped over his shoulders, while his hair looked like it had a close encounter with a typhoon.

Concerned for her leader, Marta took one step forward. "Greed… what happened?"

"Yeah, you look like shit." Kimblee snickered as he guzzled the rest of his beer while Bido erupted into hysterics.

Greed clenched his fists so hard, he actually drew blood. Not that he felt much. "Oh, gee. Thanks a lot!" He growled while everyone- save for Kimblee and Bido- stared at him wide-eyed. Not having the energy to fight, Greed just hunched forward. Then everyone knew something really horrible must have happened.

Greed just sighed heavily. He had finally got the degrading stench of the Fullmetal midget off of him, but there was still one HUGE problem. On his way back to his base of operations, he passed by a guy… and Greed actually thought he had a nice physique! T-then… he thought for sure that he felt it move. Oh god, Oh god. That was the sign wasn't it? Every boy and girl goes through that phase when he or she thinks that they're gay, and usually make that choice when they're younger, but HE didn't! He had always had more than his fair share of women over the centuries… could it be that all this time… he wanted something new?!

Marta took another hesitant step forward. "Were you blind-sighted? Was it those creatures dressed in black?"

There had to be some way to redeem himself. Some way

Slightly frustrated, Marta placed her hand on her hips. "Greed, what- mmmph!"

Her question was answered when Greed abruptly pulled her into him and crushed his lips down on hers. The others- including Kimblee- gawked at the highly suggestive scene as Greed clasped one arm around her waist and pulled her even tighter against his chest, deepening the kiss while Marta remained as stiff as a post. He bent her back slightly and stayed that way until he felt a certain tension in his leather fabric. EXACTLY what he had hoped for!

He pulled away and threw his arm up in a victory stance. "YESH! I'M BACK, BABY, I'M BACK!" He cheered as Marta stumbled back a few steps, placing the tips of her fingers on her lips.

Dorochet snickered and playfully smacked her on the back. "You're blushing, Marta."

The snake chimera immediately flushed a deeper crimson and before anyone could blink, Dorochet was sprawled on the ground, harbouring several lumps forming on his head as well as little coo coo birds swirling around his head.


"And then I want you to head down there as well…" Dante stated from her seat in her giant kitchen.

Envy was looking painfully bored, leaning against the counter and not even trying to look like he was moderately paying attention. It was always the same with the old woman: nag. Nag. NAG. Bitch. Bitch. BITCH! And the only thing Envy, like everyone else, heard when she started running her mouth was wuh wah wuh woh wuhhhh.

"While the others keep a close eye on the Elric brothers…" Dante rambled on and on as she popped her toast out.

Envy rolled his head back to stare up at the ceiling, not suppressing the long, tortuous sigh that rolled forth. It was times like this when he felt like taking a bullet to his own head… not that it would do much good.

Squish, slosh, mush…

Envy frowned, furrowing his brows. What was that sound? It was so familiar… he'd recognize it anywhere…

He lifted his head and looked down at the table where his master was buttering her toast with… honey.

Honey.

Sticky honey.

He looked on with a truly unidentifiable expression as she stuck her knife back into the slippery condiment, and plunged it deep inside of the slick substance. Repeatedly thrusting it in and out, twirling and lathering while some of it coated the utensil in a thick sheen…

Condiment, another particularly nice word-

"What?" Dante abruptly broke his 'concentration.'

Envy blinked a few times before shrugging. Without another word, he turned on his heel, doing his best to hide the smirk which was just begging to make itself known and curtly left his master's presence without her permission. Once he reached the main room by the landing, he didn't even try to suppress notorious stream of laughter as he wandered up to the second floor.

Well, there were some things that wouldn't be the same. Interesting.

Very interesting…


After having cleaned up a touch and put her ponytail and bandana back in place, Winry went up to the second floor of Izumi's house and went straight for the bathroom where Izumi said Riza had run off to. She was surprised to see her grandmother seated outside of the room with a handful of towels on her lap. Pinako smiled up at her. "That military woman is in there right now. I think she's had quite the day, dear." Winry nodded and gently eased the door open.

"WHO'S THERE?!" A mortally pissed off voice echoed in the small space.

"It's just me, Riza-sama." She stated with a chuckle, and closed the bathroom door behind her. The curtain of the bathtub was drawn, but she could still hear the sounds of Riza scrubbing herself furiously.

"Ah, Winry-san. I'm glad you're safe." She paused momentarily before going back to washing herself. "So, I take it that green-haired homunculus didn't hurt you."

"No, no he didn't, but… what happened?" She flipped down the toilet seat and placed herself on it, pulling one knee up. "Mustang said you had quite the… adventure." Though that's all Winry could get out of him, since he was muttering something else about missing out on a double play.

She heard Riza growl. "GLUTTONY!" The older woman shouted in white hot malice.

"Gluttony?" Winry frowned. It was easy enough to pinpoint who that was, but what did that rotund homunculus have to do with… oh

"He- he- oooh! If I see him again, I will KILL him!"

"Um… what did he do, Riza-sama?" Though Winry had the feeling she didn't want to know.

"He chased me around! And said that he was in love with me!" Riza dipped herself under the water and resurfaced, then pulled her long hair forward and lathered it with more soap and apparently some kind of disinfectant.

"Gluttony?" Winry repeated, still in disbelief and made a disgusted face. She could practically feel the bile rise up in her throat.

"AND he GROPED me! That fat, slimy, ton of-" Riza started to scrub at her skin again.

"Euwww…" Winry pinched the bridge of her nose. She had seen that spiky-haired homunculus briefly chasing Ed, but not Gluttony chasing Riza!

"I know!" Riza grimaced with another shudder. "He said I had breasts like a sheep's rotten spleen!"

"Um, I guess to him… it's a compliment?" Winry ventured. "I'm sure Mustang wouldn't agree…" She began slyly. Winry couldn't see Riza through the drape, but she would bet her bottom dollar that the first lieutenant was blushing.

"Anyway…" She continued with a giggle. "I'm just checking up on all of you to make sure you haven't all completely lost your sanity." She could tell that at the rate Riza was scrubbing her skin, it was probably beet red. "Riza-sama, if you keep scrubbing yourself like that, you'll scrub your skin right off! I have some stuff in my bag that smells really good and I bet it'll help."

"… really, Winry-san?" Riza actually looked relieved. If Winry had something she was sure would take the stench of Gluttony away from her, she knew it would work.

"Sure!" Winry smiled, happy to help out the older woman. Seeing is how anything that got her of all people riled up just wasn't right. "I have some body lotion… it's um, strawberries and cream. It smells very good and it's good for your skin! I'll go get it." She stood up and stretched before walking out of the room.

Den greeted her partially down the hall. "Hiya, Den." She laughed prettily as he jumped up on her with his front paws. "Let's got get some lotion for Riza-sama." She stated as she continued down the hall to her room with Den on her heels.

Winry found her suitcase right where she had left it, but unfortunately she also caught a certain blonde alchemist dressed in nothing but his pants and boots with his hair messily pulled out, digging through everything.

"Edward! What do you think you're doing?!" Winry placed her hands on her hips.

"Sorry, Winry." He said, not looking up from his search. "Damn it! Is all you have are tools in this thing? Where's your feminine stash?" Winry blushed and suddenly he leaped up, a victorious smile on his face. "Ah ha! Your deodorant!"

And then he started to spray himself all over with the aerosol can he had found in her bag.

"ARE YOU INSANE?!" Winry exclaimed.

"WHAT?! It's disgusting! My skin is crawling all over because of that greedy bastard!" Ed tried NOT to think about Winry and her little rendezvous with one of his sworn enemies. Then again, she did say that she had already burned that little memento. So that much was better. "I've hosed myself off fifteen times and I can still feel that filthy homunculus! I HATE those disgusting BASTARDS! NO ONE had it worse than me!!"

"Liar!" Al shouted from downstairs. "The lipstick's not coming off! I'm gonna have to walk around like this! WHO WEARS BLUE LIPSTICK ANYWAY?!"

"Shut up, Al! I had it WAY worse than you!" Ed shouted back, and pointed at the floor, glaring daggers through it.

"Hold still!" They heard Mason plead with Al.

"Scrub harder, PLEASE!" Al squealed.

"Uh… we're gonna need a hell of a lot more steel wool…"

Winry started to chuckle.

"WHAT?" Ed looked at her in irritancy.

"That's not deodorant!" Winry looked on in amusement as Ed's hair curled up a little and stuck out on all ends.

"Wha-?" Ed glanced at the now empty bottle.

"It's a curl enhancing hair spray! Grandma gave it to me." Winry giggled as she saw Ed sneeze as the sticky spray worked its way into his nose.

"GAAAAAHHHHH!!" Ed abruptly threw the can across the room. Every bit of his hair, including a few select places…

"EEYYYAAAAA!!" Ed's scream could have risen the dead as he ran back downstairs and slammed the front door behind him, making a beeline for the hose again.

Winry broke into a fit of giggles as Den barked playfully by her side. She squatted down and scratched tenderly behind his ears. "It sure has been an… interesting day to say the least, hey boy?" Den playfully lapped at her cheek. "What do you think, Den…?" Winry reached into her jacket pocket about her waist and pulled out a certain someone's headband. "Pretty nifty, isn't it?" Den tilted his head, sniffing at it curiously.

"THIS IS WHY I HATE VALENTINE'S DAYYYYY!!!" Ed screeched over the rushing water.

While everyone else was screeching and cussing about something or another, Izumi and Sig were sitting at the kitchen table, calmly sipping their coffee. Izumi lifted up the mug to her lips. "Amateurs…" She stated coolly, before tipping the cup back, letting the warm liquid slide down her throat.

Sig merely smirked.

The End!


And unlike poor Edo-sama, I simply love Valentine's Day! I hope you all enjoyed reading this ridiculous and fluffy fic as much as I did while writing it. Now that it's over, tell me what you thought of it, because this is your last chance.

Plot of the Story: I have been tossed aside all throughout this fic. I have no place in this world. I am completely and utterly forsook.

Of course credit is due to my insane and completely random assortment of songs… but most importantly…

"Love Potion Number Nine" by The Clovers. There are a lot of versions, but this is the original, so it rightfully deserves the credit, but the one by The Coasters is awesome too, and my personal favourite.

… I wonder how many people will look at honey the same again…;)