Yes yes yes. It is what you think it is. The dramatic MARRIAGE ONESHOT! Oh wait. There's like a gazillion of them out there. Whatever. My story PWNS the other ones. Sorry if I'm super hyper or something. I'm just happy because it was my BIRTHDAY on Wednesday and I am officially fifteen. That's right. Half way to thirty. Okay, not that exciting.

Maybe I'm happy because this story is almost finished. I'm sad that ti's going ot be ending soon as well, but I'm happy because I will have actually finished one! Whoot! Claps for Xcetera everyone!

Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist or any related material in any way whatsoever

I glanced down nervously, and then back up to the sky. I fidgeted with my jacket, straightening it when no straightening was necessary.

"Stop fussing Ed," Al scolded. I grinned at him.

"You're one to talk. Remember when you asked Eliza out for the first time?" Red blush tinged Al's cheeks.

"I'd rather not talk about that." He stole a look at his girlfriend sitting in the second row.

I shook my head, "Honestly."

Al glared at me, "Shut up. Who's the one getting married again?" The reminder set me in a cold sweat.

"Why on Earth would you be nervous about getting married? Say exactly what the minister says, put the ring on her finger, and if you mess up, you have something to laugh about in fifteen years."

"That's not the point Al!" I took a deep breath, and was thankful that the wedding was being held outside, "What if she changes her mind? What if I change my mind?"

"That has to be the silliest thing I've ever heard Ed," Al said scornfully, "You can't honestly think that you of all people will change your mind?"

"But that's not all of it. Just thinking about how I'm going to be bound to someone for life, it…it scares me."

Al rolled his eyes, "Stop being so melodramatic Brother. You and Winry were meant for each other, and I really mean that." I sighed. Al wouldn't understand at all until he got married. Then I could tell him I told you so when he's getting all nervous about saying 'I do'.

I jumped when the minister came out from behind me, "The ceremony will be starting pretty soon," he told me. He was of middle age, with graying brown hair, and blue eyes. I was positive that I wasn't going to like him, what with him being religious and all, but I found him to be a pleasant man, very unlike the previous religious people that I'd met.

"You look a little on edge Full Metal." I groaned silently when I heard the Colonel's-excuse me- Brigadier General's drawling tenor.

"Who invited him?" I asked, turning to face the older man.

He smiled, "You, last time I checked. At least, that's what the invite said."

"I believe Winry sent it." Riza interjected, "You shouldn't tease the poor boy Roy."

Mustang shrugged, "Whatever you say. Good luck Midget." I opened my mouth to yell at him, but I was interrupted by the music that had begun.

I gulped when the bridesmaids all began to emerge from the back door of the house and march down the aisle. They were all friends of Winry's, people I only knew vaguely. I didn't pay much attention to them anyways. My full concentration was on the door, waiting for that one person to come through. I saw a flash of white, and she came through.

She was absolutely gorgeous, in a simple white gown that brushed the grass ever so slightly. Her hair was done up elaborately, allowing only a few loose strands to frame her face. Her eyes shone with excitement and she couldn't help but grin at me as she walked down the aisle with Pinako, who was dwarfed by Winry's dress.

Moments passed by faster than they should have, and I found that Winry was beside me, and that the minister had begun to speak. I barely heard anything he was saying, too focused on the woman beside me. Winry must have noticed my abstractness, and she slipped her hand into mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Edward Elric, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

I jerked my head up, "Huh?" The people behind us chuckled, and I turned red, "Er, I mean, yes. I do." I accepted the ring from Al and slipped it onto Winry's left hand. It was a plain gold band, identical to mine.

"Winry Rockbell, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," Winry answered. Pinako handed her my ring, and she slipped it on. It was cool and smooth; it felt odd to be wearing a ring.

"I now pronounce you man and wife." The minister shut his book, "You may kiss the bride." I turned to face Winry, and for a moment, I hesitated. I didn't like to show public displays of affection that much; it made me feel uncomfortable and vulnerable. But, as I gazed down (yes, down!) at my newly wedded wife, I realized that at that moment, I didn't care.

So I grasped Winry's face and pulled it into a kiss. I heard somebody wolf-whistle from behind. It was probably Mustang. But let them look. Because right now, in this moment, I was the happiest I had been in a very long time.

Go Ed! Married at last. I liked this one a lot, but it kind of long. Oh well. ;-P