I've been thinking a lot about snow lately. Don't know why. Anyways, here's a little fic that I classify as flangst- sorta fluffy sorta angsty. Hope you enjoy!

Snowball Fight

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Snow fell slowly to the ground; blankets of pure white smothered everything it touched. Resembool looked as though it were something in a snow globe and someone had just shaken it, making tiny flakes swirl playfully in the air.

Ed cursed under his breath as a jet of freezing air smacked him in the face. Clad in just his usual attire, he knew he should head back and seek some warm solitude, but his feet did not listen. Developing a mind of its own, they made him trudge forward, snow crunching, Ed swearing. He had no idea where he was going or why he had decided to embark on a difficult stroll in such weather; his feet and legs were doing the choosing.

As he wandered farther down the road, he saw a familiar head of blonde hair contrasting vibrantly with the white surroundings. He instantly knew it to be Winry. She was sitting be the frozen lake, which had been transformed into a frozen pond of ice.

She seemed lost in her thoughts, having not noticed his presence. She brushed her hair aside, exposing the back of her neck. A mischievous smile crept upon Ed's lips as he quietly knelt to the ground, packing some snow into a snowball. He aimed it at his target and threw it at Winry. She shrieked in surprise, jumping up to see who was guilty of the crime.

"Edward!" she narrowed her eyes at him, scraping out the ice that clumped in her hair. Ed smiled foolishly, almost too much so he knew and hoped she was too busy to notice.

"You little sneak, that was unfair," she said, eyes twinkling.

"So? What're you going to do about it?" Ed asked challengingly.

He never saw anyone make a snowball so fast. She was clearly an expert at making them.

"You know I'm going to have to get you back for that one," Winry smirked, tossing the snowball up and down in her hand.

Thwack. The clump of snow grazed Ed on the shoulder.

"Oh, that was horrible. You practically missed me," Ed snickered.

Thwump.

"Holy hell," Ed muttered as he brushed away the broken snow off his sleeve. "Hey, I only hit you once!"

"That was for calling me a machine freak earlier," Winry grinned innocently.

"Yeah, well that was worse than the other one. I've seen three year olds who throw harder and more accurately than you."

"Is that a challenge?" Winry asked demandingly.

"If that's what you want to call it," Ed snapped back.

He couldn't help but notice how blue her eyes were. Surrounded by the white snow, her sapphire eyes sparkled vibrantly. He could get lost in them just by looking, caught in her pools that were the color of the depths of the ocean-

A snowball to the face brought him back to reality. Winry laughed.

"How was that one?"

"Pathetic," Ed scoffed jokingly, wiping the cold remnants from his face. "You could try imagining someone or something that gets you really angry or really frustrated."

"I'm hopeless," Winry theatrically said, throwing the snow in her hand for a full effect.

"No really. Just try it- it'll work."

A small smile tugged at the corners or her mouth as she scooped up some snow. "Are you sure about this?"

"If I wasn't, I wouldn't have suggested it."

"Ookay." Winry closed her eyes and for a moment, they stood in silence. Something unexplainable passed by as she opened them once more, throwing the snowball at Ed. It hit his chest accurately, making a distinct impact that knocked the wind out of him.

"Ow, ok. That one hurt," he rubbed the targeted spot. "Geez, who were you thinking of?"

She looked to the ground as though she didn't want to reply. Reluctantly, with a small smile she said, "Someone who kept me at a distance for almost every important thing."

Ed's stomach twisted. As casually as he could, he responded, "Alright. Give it another go." Hesitantly, she gathered some now into her hands, molding it into another snowball.

Whump! Next thing he knew, snow was dripping down his shirt. Winry was glancing at him meekly, arms hanging by her sides. "He never tells me much anymore either."

Something churned inside of Ed; a feeling told him that this was headed to nowhere promising. Who was the "he" she was talking about? Unless she meant-

WHAM!

Ed stumbled back in surprise as another snowball pelted him in the torso. Winry's voice was a faint hush as she said quietly, "He made me cry…"

He froze stiff. No, impossible. She… She couldn't have said that. I must have heard wrong-

THWUMP!

She hit him again, and it came down even more than the one before, this time it slammed into his chest.

"He never bothers to call or write to tell me that he's alright…"

The twinkle in her eyes no longer gleamed playfully. It was sharp with a jagged edge. He stared at Winry, who refused to look up at him, face flushed. He didn't know what to do, what to say, so he just stood there, feet glued to the ground, stiff and still as a statue.

"He kept secrets," she whispered. "He's an intolerable jerk. He throws his life away like it was nothing."

The snowballs came hard and fast, feeling more like bullets instead of clumps of snow. Ed tried not to flinch, not to move, although he felt frozen to the core anyways.

It started to hurt. He never felt so terrible, so stupid, so-

"He forgot that he has a family here waiting for him!" she shouted, hurling the snowball so hard it made his stomach throb. The force of it made her stumble and she dropped to the ground, exhausted.

A ringing noise grew in Ed's ears. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't think. His mind had grown numb, a monster of guilt and regret gnawed at his insides. With a voice of a mere whisper, he barely heard her last words as she clenched the snow with her fingers.

"For making waiting so damn painful…"

As though someone has knocked him out, he collapsed onto the cold snow. No words could describe how terrible he felt with himself. How could he do this to Winry out of all people? How could he have hurt her so much? How could he be such an idiot?

He didn't know if he would be able to live with himself anymore or how he could make it up to her, or if she would allow him to at all.

"We… we should…" Ed swallowed the painful lump in his throat, pulling himself out of his own awkward misery. "We should head in now…"

"Yeah…" Winry replied, voice small as tears threatened her eyes.

He stood up slowly, not knowing if it was a good idea or not to hold out a hand to her. She stared at it, hesitantly, before reaching a hand to grasp with his. Instinctively, he clasped his other hand over her freezing fingers, wanting to keep them warm. He realized what he was doing and almost let go.

Winry got to her feet and quickly let go of his hand. They walked back to the house, keeping quiet, space distancing them apart. Half-way there, she stopped.

"Ed…" she said, finally looking up at him. Ed felt that painful knot tighten. "I-I'm sorry."

"Win-" Ed started but was interrupted.

"I didn't mean to hit you so hard, I didn't…Ed, I'm just really sorry."

"No," Ed said, locking his gaze with hers. "Winry, I am."

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