Fugging Awesome.

Whoa, it's been awhile, hasn't it XD.

Warnings: seriously, this is the most OOC story ever. Both Ed and Envy are so out of character, I think I should be shot. I really, really do. But, I wanted to write this story SO BAD! So, you guys just have to deal with it, ok? It's also short and hopefully sweet.

I still don't own FMA, but I'm working on it.

I love everyone who still reads this.

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Ed stormed through Headquarters, pushing stuff out of his way, knocking paper and people alike to the ground. Anyone who looked his way met his sullen gold eyes and a look that was ready to kill. Some stupid people tried to talk to Ed, to ask what was wrong. But they only got the first bit of the sentence out, because the cold glare Ed was giving them shut them up for good. That, and sometimes a fist, Ed didn't give a shit if they sued him for abuse or not. They got the hint and scurried away quickly, getting out of Ed's range. People soon caught on, and left Ed alone. Many people worried about the small alchemist; talking quietly to themselves about what happened to make Ed this angry.

It totally didn't have anything to do with the fact Ed and Envy had a fight yesterday. And the fight totally didn't end in Envy saying he never wanted to see Ed again.

So when Ed walked into his office, after successfully messing up every office on the way to his own office and getting a lot of people pissed at him, he didn't expect this. Anything but this. Hell, he would even settle for something terrifying, dangerous, like Winry when she's pissed, but instead he got this.

'This' was his office filled with every flower Ed had ever seen.

It was like a forest. A forest of the most beautiful flowers ever. Ever. All bright and colourful. All so fragile looking, soft to touch and easy to break.

Above his desk, between the bright purple flowers hanging on the wall, there was a message on the written in what seemed to be blood. Ed smirked, the smirk turning into a sad smile.

'Only Envy would have the urge to cover my office wall in someone else's blood.' He thought, his eyes glimpsing quickly over the message and he sighed, turned away and walked out of his office, hurrying to get away from it all. The one word that was on the wall kept repeating itself in his head.

Sorry.

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After the flower episode in the morning, he didn't except anything else exciting to happen today. He spent the time until lunch ignoring everyone. He knew he was being a bitch, but he really could have cared less at that moment. He thought nothing else could happen to him today.

So when he walked into the cafeteria for lunch, he didn't expect this.

'This' being a beautiful feast set out on the table spot where Ed sat every day.

The very table was lined with a red and white checker tablecloth, complete with even more flowers (which were surprising different than the ones found in his office) held in vases at different locations, successfully taking up the extra space that Ed didn't need. Most of the table, apart from all the flowers, was taken up with mountains and mountains of food, enough to feed a person or about a year. Ed knew only one person, besides Al, who knew his favourite food was. And his favourite food was there, the centre of the table, mocking him by looking delicious.

Ed stood gaping at the table, anything intelligent that was in his mind before was lost to him. He opened his mouth, finding nothing to say, and closed it again. People would have laughed if Ed's face didn't suddenly turn into something that resembled a monkey's but. Ed then surprised everyone who walking up to the table, clapping his hands together and turning it into a giant "Fuck You." He then walked out of the cafeteria, not bothering with getting any lunch.

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The end of the day couldn't have come any slower to Ed if it tried. By home time, he was ready to murder anyone who even looked his way. Instead of ignoring all of Envy's surprises, like Ed wished they would, they teased him about it all day long, filled with lame jokes and stupid puns. A couple of them placed bets on who the person was, sending the flowers to Ed and making him the lunch. A large majority of the bets were on the Colonel, which pissed Ed off even more.

He chose to slam every door he could find on his way out.

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When he walked into his house that night, after hurrying his way home, he didn't expect this.

'This' being his whole house lit only by candlelight.

What seemed to be hundreds of candles lead a not very subtle path towards the kitchen. Ed turned to the light switch beside the front door, and tried flicking it on and off. Nothing happened. Ed sighed as he made his way forward. Ed ducked his head in any room on the way there. They were also filled with candles. They seemed to all point towards the kitchen, place in a not very subtle arrow formation, and Ed had nothing better to do but go and see who broke into his house, turned off all the electricity and filled it with candles. But he had a pretty good idea who was behind it all.

His assumption was correct, and there stood Envy in the kitchen, holding a smile candle in one hand, and a note that said Sorry quite boldly on it, as Ed could read it from where he stood. Ed sighed and looked into the concerned, kind of please-forgive-me-without-me-actually-saying-sorry look on his face.

"You know?" Ed asked, walking towards Envy. Envy didn't move, only to raise an eyebrow and answer the question.

"Know what?" Envy replied, out down the paper and the candle, meeting Ed at half way. He slid his arms around the waist of the blonde and waited. Ed looked up to him and smiled.

"You are so fugging awesome."

"Love you too."

They stood in comfortable silence for about a minute, before Ed had something else to add.

"But you're still sleeping on the couch."

"I figured as much."

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And a lame, cheesy ending to finish off the story.

I know they were VERY OOC, but I couldn't help it.

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