Moody

By Umi Mikazuki

Disclaimer: (insert witty comment about not owning FMA)

I had intended for this to be a one-shot, but some plot bunnies hopped into my path…so I guess I'll flesh out the relationship a little more. Each chapter will be a drabble of sorts, of an event that goes on during Ed and Al's winter break.

Summary: Winry is a little more moody than usual…

Two days after the lake incident, Winry was working on an automail foot for a local farm boy. Sighing, she tightened the last bolt and began to pick up the loose parts around the workshop.

"Come on, Al! You can do better than that!" Ed's shout could be heard through the window. Apparently, the two brothers were sparring again. The mechanic's eye twitched slightly at the thumps and scuffling noises outside.

All day long, she had been irritable. When Ed didn't drink his milk during breakfast, she had whacked him with her wrench and stormed off. When Granny had asked her to finish the foot, she had moaned and grumbled about having to do all the work.

CRASH

The sound of a branch slamming to the ground, as well as a string of curses from the short alchemist broke her last nerve, "Edward and Alphonse Elric, quiet down right now!" With that, she whipped around and went back to cleaning up the room.

The brothers looked at her in shock. Ed picked himself up from the roots of the tree and brushed the snow off his jacket. "She's been like this all day, blowing up over the littlest thing…"

Al sighed, "Did you do something to make her mad, brother?"

"No…not that I can recall."

Winry collapsed on her bed, staring at the ceiling. What was wrong with her today? It was almost like she was…wait a minute! She sat up and looked at her calendar.

Laughing dryly, she lay down again. No wonder she was so irritable. In the excitement over the past days, she had forgotten she was almost due. Almost as if it was on cue, a dull ache began in her lower abdomen.

"This is not going to be a fun couple of days."

"Granny, where's Winry?" Ed asked, after taking a shower. Having to wear a jacket when sparring, he really needed one.

"I think she's in her room," Pinako responded. "She seemed a little upset."

He frowned, thinking. Had he done something? He couldn't for the life of him think of what it was, though. "Thanks, Granny."

Ed felt apprehensive climbing the stairs to her room. He didn't like to see her like this, and was determined to apologize for whatever he did. He knocked softly on her door, "Win, it's me. Can I come in?"

"Yeah."

Cautiously, he entered the room. Winry was laying on the bed, with her eyes closed, and her hands on her stomach. "Are you okay? You've been acting weird all day."

The mechanic sat up slowly and smiled at him, "I'm fine! Nothing to worry about!"

Ed eyed her suspiciously. Her answer was too bright and cheery. "I'm not buying it." He sat on the end of the bed next to her, "Look, whatever I did, I'm sorry."

Winry looked at him oddly, "What are you talking about?"

"You're mad at me for something. Aren't you?" the alchemist smiled hesitantly. Why else would she be so snippety?

She laughed, a pained expression on her face, "No, I'm not mad at you. I just don't feel well." 'Damn, these cramps are killing me!'

Ed put his hand on her forehead, "Well, you don't have a fever. Maybe it's just a stomach virus." He stood up, "I'll bring some lunch up for you. Just lie down and relax."

"I don't need to be pampered. I can get food on my own, Ed."

"No, don't worry about it." He grinned, hand on the door frame.

Winry frowned at him, "I said I can get it on my own. Stop treating me like I'm some kind of wimp." Standing up, she pushed past him.

Ed grabbed her wrist before she could get away, "Something else is wrong. I did do something, didn't I?" She glared at him, and muttered something under her breath.

"Winry. Tell me what's wrong. What did I do?"

"You didn't do anything, it's my damn period!" she snapped before she could stop herself. She gasped, blushing fiercely.

His eyes widening in embarrassment, Ed's grip loosened on her wrist. His mouth formed an 'o' of understanding. "W-well, that would explain…"

Winry fidgeted in her place. The alchemist looked at the ground, then at her. "Ummm…if I can help in any way, just tell me." He scratched the back of his head nervously.

"Thanks."

An uncomfortable silence enveloped the couple. It was finally broken by Ed, "I'm hungry, how about you?"

"Yeah. I think there's still some leftover beef stew."

Al looked over at the couch. His brother and Winry were cuddled next to each other, each reading a book. If only Hughes could be there to take a picture…it was perfect.

'I'm guessing you guys made up, huh?' he laughed softly to himself.

Winry put her book in her lap, "Hey, Ed? Remember how you said you'd help in any way if you could?"

Ed looked at her hesitantly, "Yeah?"

"Would you get me some chocolate?"

"Sure thing."

Returning with a bar of it, he broke off a small piece and handed her the larger portion. All of a sudden, Winry brought her wrench down on his head and stole his chocolate from him.

Wincing, Ed grabbed his head, "What the hell was that for!"

"You should know better than to steal a girl's chocolate."

He grumbled, "I'll keep that in mind…"

One bunny down, more to go!

R&R, please!