Genre: Humor/Fluff

The Kiss between: Winry and Ed

Spoilers: None. Takes place before the series on Winry's 6th birthday.

A/N: None. It's cute, just read it.

Theme 5: Kiss that cute kid over there

"Your turn, Winry."

"Yeah. Truth or dare?"

"Dare." She didn't even have to think. Truth was for scaredy-cats; something Winry would not be labeled as. The girls in the barn all grinned at her, as if this was part of some grand master plan.

"I dare you…" A girl with frizzy red hair stood up and opened the barn door, letting light flood in. "To kiss that cute kid over there." Winry stood up to see who she was pointing at. Just outside, Edward and Alphonse were sitting in a tree, passing a dusty old book back and forth. It was their fault she was stuck in this stupid barn playing this stupid game because they had to go off and do stupid boy stuff—Wait a sec.

"Edward?" Winry stared at the circle of girls in disbelief. "You want me to kiss him?"

"Well, you don't have to, you know…" The redhead innocently twirled a strand of hair around her fingers. Winry was ready to head home and play with Den. She didn't know any of these girls, anyway. Her mom just invited them to help celebrate her 6th birthday, and what a birthday it was. "But that would make you a…"

"Scaredy-cat! Scaredy-cat!" the chorus of girls echoed through the barn, causing the animals to become just as rowdy. Winry's hands clenched at her sides as she marched out of the loud building.

"Is she gonna do it?"

"No, look! She's gonna go crying to her mommy."

"Pay attention, ladies. She's using our secret weapon…"

"So we need two grams of carbon, one gram of—"

"Ed?"

"Al, pay attention!"

"But—"

"You want to make Winry's present, don't you?"

"Yes, but—"

"Then we have to finish this list so we can buy the materials before Winry comes back." Ed's head cocked to the side when he heard a soft sob. Al climbed down from the tree and ran over to Winry.

"Winry! Winry! What's wrong?" Ed stared at the two as Winry only sobbed in reply. His dusty old book forgotten, Ed jumped down from his branch and sprinted over to the distraught girl.

"Hey… hey! No fair crying." Ed sat down on the grass in front of Winry while Al sat beside her.

"Yeah, the birthday girl's not allowed to cry." Winry looked at the two brothers and sniffed.

"You… you didn't forget?"

"Of course not." Ed huffed, irritated that she would think that.

"Then why… why wouldn't you let me play with you?"

"Winry…" Al shifted uneasily. "We were working on your present. But we can play with you now, we're almost done!"

"Really?" Winry sniffed and looked up at Ed. He sighed.

"Fine."

"Yay!" Winry threw her arms around Ed, knocking him to the ground.

"Uff… Hey, leggo!" Ed wriggled to get out from under Winry, but then Al started a pile-up.

As the three roughhoused, Winry forgot about the girls in the barn and their dare. It wasn't important.

Besides, boys had cooties.