Drabble 5: Winner
Married. They had gotten MARRIED. Worse, she was already pregnant three months later. Somehow he doubted she would be a very good pregnant person, seeing as she was always so giddy to open things up and see what made them tick. With them married though, there was little to no hope Edward would find someone to marry. He didn't really want to. But thoughts about them kept him up at night, in the darkness of the room, that seemed so much bigger without anyone else in it. How lame, first his LITTLE brother grows to be TALLER than him, then he gets MARRIED first! Al always did win those fights. Whether it was just candy or Winry's hand, Al would win the fight. He even won the physical fights—at least when in the armor. So it was no surprise when Al had married Winry. Nope, not at all. It might have kept Edward up at night, but it wasn't a surprise. Edward had no one in his life now, it seemed. Al had been there all the way, then Winry would show up sometimes and be energetic and fun. But, now they were settling down, and Edward was still a dog of the military.
He tossed and turned, wishing his bed would stop looking so pathetically lonely. He didn't need anybody, he certainly wasn't lonely. Surely though he now lived in a room at the military base, he would not need to call on any one for company. Of course not, how silly.
That's why he slid into the familiar office, glooming past the desks to Roy Mustang's, hoping for an assignment to anywhere where there would be so many people he would be in conversation most of the time whether he liked it or not.
"You look shorter than usual Fullmetal." The Flame Alchemist commented. He blinked, not getting the tantrum he was expecting from the blonde.
"Yeah…" Ed mumbled, not knowing what the Colonel had said, and not caring. Roy, as well as everyone else in earshot, looked quite a bit concerned.
"Fullmetal, I think you need some time off. Catch up on your sleep, maybe see your family, get some fresh air…" Roy put the papers he held down, tilting his head slightly to look into the dead gold eyes. Ed seemed half-oozed onto the Colonel's desk, not even standing.
"NO!" Ed perked up, standing to attention and saluting. "I'm ready for work, I'll do anything!"
"I think his problem has to do with Al and Winry expecting." Riza commented, Roy remotely remembering something about this.
"Ah… Well, you need to have these things sorted out, coming in here and being completely useless only adds to the problems I have with you Fullmetal." Roy huffed. Ed twitched.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO MICROSCOPIC YOU NEED EIGHT MAGNIFYING GLASSES BEFORE YOU EVEN KNOW HE'S THERE!" Ed yelled, either thinking he was being insulted, or finally processing Roy's previous short statement.
"Fullmetal." Roy smirked. "Please don't come back until this issue is resolved and you're remotely useful again."
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING--" Ed stopped, suddenly afraid. "Wait, I can't leave!"
"Why not?" Roy raised a subtle eyebrow.
"I might run into Al." Ed said, though he seemed to be talking to himself. Roy paused.
"Alright, you have two options. Leave and get this resolved, or stay in my place." Roy smirked again. Of course, this was a crummy choice. Like when a villain wants you to chose the girl of your dreams or a train full of civilians. You can only save one, but you want to save them both.
"F-Fine." Ed sighed. Roy blinked. "I'll stay with you."
So everyday for two months Ed wound up wearing a mini-skirt version of the military uniform to work, along with a cat ears head band that looked pretty good and two gold bands on each ring finger.
It was definitely not worth it, he thought to himself, and Al had definitely won this fight as well.
End drabble five.
