Oh my god what the fuck. Straight people in FMA? You're shittin' me. Nope, that's right, I wrote a gulp Winry/Al drabble. You wanna know the truth? I'm blushing right now.

Disclaimer: Not claiming, but you can't have it, either.

Three hundred fifty-two words: Colors

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Colors enchanted him.

The deep azure of the sky, the mild, softened grey of the clouds, the dark, bordering-on-black green of the trees and the bright chartreuse of the grass…a vision that was viewed as dull and commonplace to most people were dazzling to Alphonse Elric, and only recently had it become so.

See, there is a vast difference in seeing something and processing it to one's soul through two minute glows in the helmet of a suit of armor and…well, seeing it with one's own eyes. Everything that had once been drab and hazy in his armor shell was now impressing and remarkably clear in his new-old human body.

The blue and gold of the military's uniforms, his own brother's red cloak –

"Al! Alphonse! Hey, over here!"

Al raised a hand to shield his eyes from the bright (possibly very yellow) sunlight, and he grinned when his eyes alit on their quarry. Winry.

They walked. Winry talked. Al looked. He had thought that she, at least, wouldn't have changed, but he was wrong. There was something different about her – not her clothes, those were the same as they had always been. She still had that bandanna over hair, which he noted was even more golden blonde than it had been last time he had seen her. Down to the piercings in her ears and the wrench in her pocket, everything was the same.

"Al? Are you okay?" He started and met her eyes, and his own widened. They were…marvelous. They were so blue that he could barely begin to describe the shade…sapphire and azure and cerulean and…and…

"Al!"

"W-Winry," he stammered. "I'm, erm, fine, just glad to see you again." He put on his best grin, scrunching up his eyes and showing off as many teeth as he could.

She smiled. "It's good to see you too, Al," she said, and then she kissed his cheek.

Al turned what he was sure was a remarkable shade of red as they continued walking. Perhaps Winry's eyes weren't the most colorful part of her. Her personality sure didn't leave anything to be desired.