Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. So there's no need to get the police force involved.

Ok, I'll make this short. The last chapter was not my best work, but most of you were glad to see that our favorite scarred man had finally found his way into my story. I wanted Scar to have a part, but I'd say that it was kinda boring. So I might run into him again in later chapters.

On the other hand, I'm so happy! I've been waiting forever to be able to add this chapter! Sure, it's all just love crap, but that's not the reason I like it so much. It's totally not. Ok, maybe.

Anyway… some of you may not like chapters such as this one. I tried my very best to make it as UN-Mary-Sueish as I could, but I'm not perfect. So, if you think it's a bit too Mary-Sue, then flame me as much as you wish. I'll probably agree with you. It's hard to write self-insert romance chapters without crossing the Mary-Sue line.

But I still tried!

Well, that sure wasn't short.

Read now!

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Romantic Drabbles of a Lovesick Mind

"What were you thinking, defending him?

Ed was getting on my case, demanding to know why I had stuck up for Scar.

Duh. He's hot.

"I just think you should give him a break," I said. "He's only doing what he believes is right."

"He doesn't have to kill people!"

"The military didn't have to destroy Ishbal!"

The room suddenly got very quiet. I knew I shouldn't have said that, but it was the truth. I had thought that ever since I had watched the show. Well, the episodes that explained about Ishbal, that is. What was the point of annihilating a city, then holding all of the survivors and descendants prisoner in the future? It just didn't make sense to me.

"I know that," Ed said solemnly. "But that doesn't give him the right to take lives."

This was ridiculous. I'd only been in the FMA world for two days, and I had already fought with Ed who knows how many times. And I didn't even know how much longer I'd be around. I had to cozy up to Ed so he wouldn't hate me. But if he hated me, he wouldn't have let me stay with them, or let me sleep in his bed.

I hate arguing with myself. I can't win.

"Well," I said cheerfully. "Let's forget about all that."

Ed blinked a few times.

Just then, Al walked through the door. Oh, did I forget to mention that he was gone?

"What's wrong?" he asked. "I heard yelling."

"Uh…" Ed was at a loss for words. He looked at me hopefully, but I couldn't think of what to say, either.

"Were you two fighting?"

"No, not fighting," Ed smiled. "We were just having our differences."

"Yeah!" I chimed in. "What he said!"

"Well, I was just checking," Al said. "I have to go back down to play cards with some nice guys I met."

"You do that," Ed sighed, flopping down on our bed.

"I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't kill each other."

Then he left. I glanced over at Ed, who was resting on the bed, eyes closed, looking at peace with the world. I wished I could feel the same way he did, knowing that I belonged in this world. But the thought was always on my mind that somehow, I could just be pulled back one day. Maybe this was all a dream. And if it wasn't, my people were sure taking a long time to revive me. Or maybe I was dead? No, I shouldn't think like that.

But this seemed enough like heaven.

But then, out of nowhere, a thought rose to the top of my mind, kicking all sad thoughts out of the way. It was a question I had pondered ever since I had laid eyes on Ed, watching the show. And now seemed like the perfect time to ask.

"Ed?"

He opened one eye, and lifted his head slightly.

"Have you ever been kissed?"

"…"

There it was. The blush I had expected covered his face immediately.

"What?"

He sat up, both eyes wide, looking as though he'd never been asked such a question. He probably hadn't.

"Why did you ask that?"

Oh, crap. I blushed too, then. Another note to self: I should really think about what I'm going to say before I say it. What was I supposed to say? I didn't think he'd need a reason.

"Uh, well…" I said, stalling for thinking time. "I… just… uh…"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I was just wondering, that's all," I said, still blushing furiously. "I'm sorry I'm so nosy."

"Well," Ed said, smiling his special smile again. "I guess you were just curious."

"Yeah."

"You really want to know?"

"Sure," I said, but thinking other things.

He walked to me.

"Really?"

I started to answer, but couldn't. (Dear Lord, forgive me!) He kissed me ever so softly, blocking any words I had ever hoped to say.

"Yes, I have."

I stared in blank silence. My fangirl was celebrating, having a nice good time, but I was too stunned to do… well, anything. I just stood there, looking stupid. One thing was for sure, my life was complete. No, wait, it wouldn't be complete until I told him the truth about my feelings. Which he still didn't know about. Sweet! He kissed me, and he still didn't know! Oh, yeah. I love myself sometimes.

"Was that a friend kiss?"

What? I can't believe I just asked that. What the hell is a friend kiss?

"Sure," Ed said, smiling so sexy again. "You can call it that."

"Will you… ever do that again?"

"I don't know."

It was one of those I-don't-know's that tells you one thing: He sure as hell did know.

"Let's not tell Al."

So Ed liked keeping secrets, did he?"

"Fine by me."

That made us both liars.

Well, two can play that game.

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I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

I more than anyone should know that a kiss is what turns a self-insert into a Mary-Sue, but I just couldn't resist.

And you heard him! It was just a friend kiss!

Wow, I don't even believe myself.

I'm sorry again, and I'm sorry some more.

I fully expect flames, and I think I deserve them. But don't stop reading after this! Not all upcoming chapters will be romancey. And there won't be another kiss for quite a while, if there is another one at all.

So, please, please, please keep reading.

You can flame now.