Well, since I got at least two people saying they wanted another chapter, I've decided to write another. X3 Dammit, now I have to think of a plot.

Ah well. Enjoy!

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"Ed?" The light voice echoed slightly in the partially-empty house as Winry stood at the bottom of the stairway, peering up towards the old room that was usually reserved for Ed and Al. "Ed, breakfast." After several moments of silence, the girl grew impatient, and cupped her mouth. "EDWARD! DO YOU WANT TO EAT OR NOT!" Soon after her yell, a large thump practically shook the house as the alchemist fell out of his bed, and not gracefully, mind you.

"Winry, you jackass! You knew I was asleep!" He shouted down the stairs after recovering from his fall, teeth now gritted with anger. Equipped onto his stump of a leg was a wooden one, one that Winry had to go back to her new residence to retrieve along with tools to make new automail. She had offered to let Ed stay at her new apartment, but, him being the stubborn mule that he is, he declined. He hadn't visited Trisha in a long time anyways.

"How the hell else am I supposed to wake you up?" She asked, sneering up at him. "It seems that beans like you have issues getting-" Winry cut herself off before she could give Edward any more pleasure in her little mistake. Yeah, she had forgotten that he was taller than her. She figured that it must have been force of habit or something. With her face as red as a hydrant, the blonde stomped into the kitchen to escape the smirking face of her childhood friend.

Of course, Ed was happy that being reunited with Winry was going so smoothly. Well, as smoothly as it always had been between them. They were fighting just like normal, and he was completely fine with that. Ed then slowly started to make his way down the stairs, as his leg was pretty stiff. After reaching the bottom of the grueling twelve steps, he looked into the kitchen, blinking his amber eyes at the sight before him.

Winry Rockbell, a successful automail mechanic, known throughout Rush Valley, was beating a pan of eggs frantically with a spatula to put out the flame that had spontaneously appeared. At this, he couldn't help but burst out laughing at the blonde woman, pointing his flesh hand at her gleefully as he threw his head back. When she succeeded to extinguish the flame, the blue-eyed girl glared at her taller companion, and trudged over to him, waving the egg-covered spatula menacingly.

"What, so you think we're on good terms now that you've come back? Huh? You think you have the right to LAUGH at me?" She asked, pointing the black mold of plastic at his face as she placed her free hand on her hip.

Of course, he laughed more.

"…o..oh my g..god.." He giggled, walking over to the small wooden chair that still bore his red coat. He sat down in it, still smiling widely up at the woman, his expression almost looking pained as he clutched his stomach. "That has got to be the funniest thing I've ever seen. Thanks for making my day." Winry had lowered her spatula by then, and was currently scooping the half-scorched eggs onto a plate. She practically threw it onto the table before the man, looking extremely miffed.

"Well, if that's how you feel, this is all you're getting." She huffed, glaring down at the sitting form. After a few moments of silence and Ed's rather unpleasant stare at the charred eggs and massive glass of milk that sat before him. Oh, he knew she was doing this on purpose. He didn't care how thirsty he got; he would never take a drop from that glass. As he mused on his hatred for the white liquid, the blonde girl sat across from him, staring at his hunched form. It was weird…nothing had changed about him. Well, aside from his appearance…nothing. His feelings were all the same. Winry could only assume what had happened to Al…had the philosophers stone not worked?

"Hey Ed…where's Al?" The question shook Ed from his concentration, and he stared at Winry with a half-dazed look on his face. "I mean…you didn't come with him, right? Did something go wrong?.." Winry stopped talking when she saw the serene expression on her friend's face. He was smiling dully, now poking the pile of blackened eggs with a fork.

"No…he's fine, if not a little younger." He said, still smiling at the plate of food before him. Winry's smile widened immediately, and leaned towards the straw-haired boy.

"That's great! Well, where is he? Is he coming later today? How come you haven't told me anything about him?" She asked, her tone very light and…well…buoyant. "I can't wait to see him in his original form…if he went back to his original age, then that means he's about fifteen now, right? Wow, I feel really old now. I hope he doesn't think I'm ugly or anything…uh. Ed?" During her rant, Ed had leaned back in his chair, and focused on the scenery outside. He let out a long sigh, his golden gaze slowly shifting back to Winry's own.

"…I went somewhere else, Winry…I can't see him. He thinks I'm dead." The boy answered, shrugging dully. "You weren't wrong to assume that. Everyone else did, so how should you think differently?" Ed's voice was vaguely cold, but the same nevertheless. "I came to you because I figured you had some hope. Al saw it happen…he probably thinks his attempt did nothing to help me out. Then again, I wouldn't be surprised if he lost his memory. I can see the military didn't call you, so…you were my best bet."

The girl just stared at him. No way. Out of everyone, even his newly restored little brother; he had chosen her to come to. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she moved to wipe the tear away. He hadn't even told anyone that he was alive…to everyone else he was dead. She was the only one that knew.

"Ed, you idiot." She mumbled, glaring at him with her shining blue eyes. "You can't just tell one person that you're not dead! I mean, what the hell are you thinking! Al's you brother! You need to let him know…" Winry stopped talking when she placed her head on the table, sniffing dully as she felt the heat of Ed's gaze on her neck, and she didn't bother to return it.

"Look…this isn't my choice." He muttered, leaning back once again in the small wooden chair. "I would love to see Al. In fact, it would probably be the fucking happiest moment of my life to see him as he used to be. But I can't…because it'll disrupt his life. I'm not supposed to be here…I was supposed to stay in Germany. But I didn't so…" He stopped, figuring that Winry could take it from there by herself.

"…Drink your milk, Ed."

"Why? I'm taller than you now, and that's all that matters."

"…I hate you."

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