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I do not own FMA, nor do I wish to.
I wrote this all this morning in a couple of hours, and while i usually keep it for a few days t read over and try to correct things, I just don't feel like it. It practically wrote itself and it's short.
For anyone reading on a mobile device with an app that has a broken 'Review' option; story ID is : 11778669
General rating, language.
italics are inside thoughts.
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The plan was for Al to go talk to Mustang and accidentally say she instead of he and sister instead of brother until Mustang got suspicious and demanded to see Ed.
Then Al would bring Mustang to the predetermined park bench where they would 'run into' Ed and Winry who were out shopping for summer dresses.
Mustang then sees Ed in a dress and everyone has a whole park to deal with the fall out.
Not the greatest plan but Alphonse was moving back to Resembool with Winry soon and he didn't want Ed living alone with all these secrets.
Everything in Al's plan went to shit though the moment they showed up at the park. Winry and Ed were sitting on the bench kissing. Al froze. Was his sister actually stealing his girlfriend right in front of him? Winry pulled back, gestured to herself, gestured to Ed's mouth then kissed Ed again.
Beside him Mustang whistled, "Looks like kissing lessons… this is hot, I'm going to get closer."
Al snapped out of it. Kissing lessons? Hell no, he was not comfortable with this.
He marched over to Winry and Ed interrupting the show and ignoring the groan from the bushes. His accusing glare directed at his sister. "Explain! Because it really looks like you're trying to steal my girlfriend."
Winry spoke up first, "Al. She wanted kissing lessons from someone she trusted before we left town and since she's got no experience as a woman I thought I'd help out."
"Hey! I have experience!"
They both shot her a look of disbelief and she looked away, "Shut-up"
Thinking about it for a while he realised that there would be a reason she was worried about kissing in the first place and then realised he knew who that reason was. Quickly deciding that a fitting form of revenge was to throw more wood on the fire, he pointed off to the side, "If you want kissing lessons, go ask that pervert hiding in the bushes."
The General jumped up, "I'M NOT A PERVERT!" and then reevaluated his position and conceded the fact. "Kiss her again!"
"You flame brained pervert." Ed hopped over the side of the bench and was on her way over, "hiding in the bushes? You sick son-of-a-" Mustang dodged her punch, grabbed her wrists and pinned her against a tree. His lips almost brushing hers, "I can teach you how to kiss Ed." She could feel every inch of him pressed against her, the close heat of his body even through his dress blues was turning her face red.
Al interrupted, "Ok! That's enough, I've seen my sister kissing too many people today. Yes, one is too many. Why aren't you angry or shocked about Ed?"
Mustang turned his head toward Al, not releasing Ed, "Oh, I already knew. Hawkeye told me last year. She sees everything you know. I came out to see what you two were up to because there's no way you'd go four years without slipping about Ed then mess it up twice in one conversation."
Al shrugged, those were all valid points and he was about done with this whole scenario, "Ok, well you two have fun. I'll see you later Ed, Winry and I are heading off for lunch."
Mustang turned back to Ed, a wicked grin on his face. "I can't help but notice you're not fighting back."
