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Difficult Edward
Ugh, he was never going to get over this and I was ready to rip his head off! My future brother-in-law can be so paranoid sometimes that it surprised me he proposed to his soon-to-be-wife in the first place. He sat there with great agitation, fidgeting and almost attempting the oh-so hilarious fetal position.
"Kim, what if I—"
"DON'T you dare repeat that, Ed," I ordered as I interrupted his sentence. "How come you're like this? It's Winry for crying out loud!"
"What if this doesn't work out?" Damn him for making me role my irritated green eyes which had mascara around them for this certain event.
"Ed, let me tell you something. Your routine is not going to change. I mean, you live together, you already have a daughter, you have a stable home and job, and most importantly, you can actually stand each other. If that's not love, I don't know what is," This long, extended response had to seep into his brain somehow.
"Don't go digging out all the facts, either, Kim," he mumbled as he turned away.
"I'm trying to knock some sense into you, in case you haven't noticed, dumbass," I mumbled annoyed.
"You're trying, but not succeeding there," he smirked.
"Hey, you're the hysterical one here!" I yelled.
He turned and faced me again, his grin gone, "Right, but Kim, can we really pull this through?"
A short clip ran through my mind, showing that I slapped him so hard I knocked him off the chair he sat on, but if I did that, he'd have a hand mark when he entered the large room full of guests and seats. Why did it have to be his wedding? Why'd he have to be this difficult? How could Winry stand him?! Seriously!
I cooled off, barely, and tried to steady my voice, trying to avoid it from growling at him. "Do you love her? I asked.
"What do you take me for, Kim?" he asked.
"An asshole, now answer my question," I commanded flatly.
"Why would I, being older than you, answer you, being younger than me?" he asked.
"I guess I can't get through you. I'm getting Winry," I said, sounding like I had given up.
"You dumbass, don't do that!" he exclaimed.
"Well, apparently, you don't want to cooperate. Maybe you will if your fiancée comes to knock you out with her wrench," I said dryly.
"What ever happened to that superstition that the bride and groom aren't supposed to see each other before the wedding?" he asked trying to get me to take my hand off the door knob.
"Edward," I turned to see his martyr smile, "I've been through worse experiences that have nothing to do with superstitions and luck, so it's pretty dumb to think of me believing in those cheap stories."
"Then, if you don't want to go through your worst hell, provided by me, I suggest not getting Winry," he threatened.
"If you're ready to listen and help yourself, then here I go. Just don't piss me off again," I answered with sourness. "Now then, do you love Winry?"
He rolled his eyes, irritated that he had to answer someone who he orders around in the military, "Yes, I do."
"With all your heart?"
"Yep."
"And soul?"
"Mh-hm."
"And being?"
"Yeah."
"Answer me with a small amount of seriousness so I can believe you because it sounds like you don't love her, like you're lazy to say it, like you don't mean it. Why get married with her if she won't receive your affection? Damn it, Edward! Where the fucking hell is your fucking heart?" If he wasn't going to do this right, I'd might as well piss him off with all I had. And I had so much more to say that didn't comfort, that irritated, that really made you angry with all your senses. I would make him say I was a bitch because I would call him so much worse if he hurt my friend.
"What do you want me to say, and act? All mushy and like all those idiots that lose themselves in the love? Kim, for someone smart, you're an idiot. You know me, and I know Winry's told you shit loads of shit about me," he defended.
"Well, then, tell me why you love her?!" I shouted.
"Because…," he stopped short after yelling, trying to collect the right words to answer me. "Because she's Winry," he said finally. "Because she's not like the rest of the girls. That's the only way I can describe it. Even if she's a bitch sometimes, she yells and cries, and overreacts with me, she's still brilliant and great, and doesn't let people walk over her. She's strong. She's herself. And don't say I don't love her because then, you would be under a rock for not knowing your shit, Kim. I'm not lazy, either, just worried. And I do mean what I say. I do love her with all my fucking heart, Kim," he answered with exploding eyes and a growl that put anyone's to shame.
Well, I got what I wanted, finally! "So, if you do love her, do you think this'll work out?" I asked now.
"Like hell, it'll work," he answered.
"You'll make her happy for the rest of your days? And answer me with this energy, not that shit you gave me a few moments ago," I shot before he had time to think.
"Yes, Kim."
"Until death do you part?" I questioned flatly as I looked at my watch.
"Leave the speech to the reverend, will you Kim?" he said.
"Answer me, or we'll repeat the show, Ed," I stated.
"Until the day we die," he said.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"Why? I don't look like it, or what?" he asked.
"You need to put on your tie and jacket, and button the two top buttons you didn't button of your shirt because your event starts in twenty minutes," I pointed at the things he needed that rested on a table.
"Really?" his eyes widened.
"Yep," I answered in the manner he had when he gave me that response. "You have to be there first, though. I'm going to check on Winry."
"Hey, you wanted for me to cooperate; help me with my tie," he said smugly, knowing that I in fact had said that and was rubbing it in my face. Fine, I would help him.
I took the black tie from his hand and almost choked him with it so he could feel the need to stay alive to marry Winry.
"Is that okay, brother?" I asked, trying to imitate Al's tone of voice.
"Yeah, if you're trying to kill me, I guess," he said tightly.
"Okay, you can put your jacket on yourself. Now to go to Winry," I said.
"You're a good bride's maid, aren't you?" he asked sarcastically.
"I'm checking on her, aren't I? And she's as stubborn and hot headed as you, so I know she's not dressed," I said as I opened the door.
"So how much do I have left?" he asked adjusting his suit.
"Oh, you were fucked the moment you proposed, big shot," I answered walking through the door. "Thirteen minutes, Ed."
"Thanks," he mumbled and through the door, I heard him say 'bitch'.
He should've known me by now. I walked down the hall to Winry's room and walked in to see an almost ready Winry, except for her dress being on her. Al was talking to her and he looked a bit agitated, much like his brother when I questioned him. Now to take care of her in five minutes.
How'd they ever fall in love with each other?
I'd say this is one of my favorites. Edward and Kim fumes spell bad combination, but it's fun to write about. Anyways, R/R,plz. Support is love!
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