Disclaimer: No, I do not own any of the rights to FMA evil grin yet!
The little town of Rizenbool had turned into a buzzing city, it seemed, as people from all over the country flooded in for the celebration. The wedding of the Fullmetal Alchemist to Whinrey Rockbell.
----Hey we all knew it was going to happen eventually fights off rabid fangirls----
The inns were full, the taverns too, and even the entire military had come to the event. The little hill, where the charred remains of the Elric house lay, was blanketed with chairs (an oddly perfect place to state the vows). But the day had finally come, and the seats were beginning to fill.
"Al," Ed began nervously (fidgeting with his little bowtie), "Um, hand me my jacket, would ya?"
"Relax Brother, you have plenty of time."
"I know," replied Ed, "cause I'm getting outta here." Ed snatched his jacked to bolt, but Al met him at the door.
"BROTHER! What do you think your doing?" Al was used to his brother's shenanigans, for there were A LOT of them, but this shocked even him.
"I GOTTA AL! Come on lets go! Just you and me! It'll be just like the old days: the open road, no one to answer to, the world as our oyster! OYSTER, AL, OYSTER!"
"Ed."
"What?"
"You are an IDIOT." And with that, Ed felt Al's fist hit him full in the face.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?"
"To knock some sense into you. And don't worry, it won't bruise. I don't want Whinrey to kill me for ruining her wedding photos." evil grin
"I hate you Al! You'd sellout your own broth----"
"Just shut up, and get ready. And trust me, it would be far worse to leave Whinry high & dry. Remember, never forget the phrase: 'Fear Whinrey's wrench'." And with that, Al left Ed alone to dwell on these words.
Whinry was abusive when they were just goofing around. If he ditched and was found—and there was no doubt that with Whinry's determination there was NO DOUBT that he would be found—the punishment would be FAR worse than death. But then again, he WAS the famous Fullmetal. Child protégée, the boy hero of the military, and the founder of the legendary Philosopher's Stone. Surely, he could find a way.
It was about a half hour before the ceremony was to start, and Al decided his brother had probably had enough time to cool his head.
"What a pre-Madonna," he muttered as he made his way to Ed's room, "God. Sometimes he's just so conceded. I think that all those medals Mustang gave him have gone to is head." (And Ed's ego had already been legendary among the military) "Ah well, I'm sure that Brother's come to his senses by now." This was but a dream sadly. For when Al opened the door the upstairs room, he found it empty.
"Idiot."
"Complete Fing idiot."