Metal

Summary: Winry isn't happy about Ed's choice of career. : Theme 6:

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned.

"You don't have to go back!"

"It's my job Winry!"

"You don't understand! I spend every day wondering if I'll ever see you again! It's dangerous Ed!"

"It's my life Winry! This is what I want to do!"

"You can still be an Alchemist without being in the Military!"

"NO! I've said it before! I'm NOT quitting!"

Ed had been living with Winry for a month before the arguments about his work came up. According to her it was far too dangerous and she worried about him too much. But what she didn't seem to see was that he liked what he did. He got to travel, meet new people, save lives.

It wasn't as if he was just mucking around. He knew what war was like. He knew what is was like to lose someone.

Sighing, he kicked a loose stone, his hair sopping wet from the torrential downpour around him. He didn't really care. Winry would have a fit though.She would yell and scream thathis arm would get rusty, then it would start malfunctioning, then it would disintegrate and by then she would be dead and he wouldn't get another. But that was only when she was hysterical…

He didn't really think about where his feet were taking him. He's done this walk many times before and this time would hardly be any different.

Standing on top of a hill, in the middle of a graveyard might not be the best thing to do during a storm, but Ed didn't care. He hadn't visited his mother's grave in a while, and he needed to. He needed someone to talk to. Lurching foward he knelt in the mud at the foot of the grave, his hair flopping forward over his eyes.

"I just don't understand her mum. One moment she's writing me love sonnets and the next she's pestering me about my hair, my work, my arm. It's just not normal.

"Ever since we met again after Al died, we've been practically inseparable. It was a miracle that we didn't strangle each other, with the way I apparently mistreat my auto mail. But, I just don't understand why she over reacts so much…"

It was well past midnight by the time Ed arrived home. He tried to keep the noise to a minimum but honestly, you try having a metal leg.

Moving into the hallway he noticed that the bedroom light was still on. Winry was probably still awake as well.

A wave of guilt flooded over him as he opened the bedroom door. God he could be such an asshole.

Winry was sitting on the bed with her head buried in a pillow. She looked up as he stepped into the room and he could see that she had been crying. Seeing him she buried her head in the pillow again.

Ed sighed and moved around to her side of the bed.

"Winry, I…"

He knelt down in front of her.

"I know I'm a real asshole…" She giggled slightly, wiping away the tear streaks on her face. "And I know that we have this fight almost all the time…"

She pulled her face out of the pillow and looked at him.

"And I also know this is probably a really bad time, but I want you to know that I love you."

Winry sobbed, expecting the worst.

"I may be an jerkface and have no idea about real emotions, and I have no idea how you put up with me…"

She smiled he gorgeous small smile at him.

"So I was wondering, if you didn't hate me too much, if you could just lay aside our stupid pigheadedness-"

Winry swatted him over the head.

"Ow, and just, please,consider this offer. Would you, Winry Rockbell, consider staying with me for the rest of your days, whacking me over the head every time I'm an asshole, and be my wife?"

Winry's face broke out into a beautiful smile and she through herself off the bed at him.

"I would have to be crazy to say no."

Ed smiled and pulled her down so he could fasten his lips onto her. After a while, Ed pulled back.

"You know, I wasn't serious about the whacking me over the head part…"