A/N: O.K., "tried" was the key operative word when I talked about naming each Christmas drabble after a holiday song. P.S. Thanks for the last drabble's reviews.

Disclaimer: The crew I had hired to secure the Fullmetal Alchemist property was recently arrested, so yeah, I still don't own it, and probably never will...

Drabble 13: In Which Our Heroes Arrive in Resembool for Christmas

Greed had worked to banish boredom from the train ride, his efforts driving all of his companions up the wall, much to his delight. Although his favorite part had actually been learning Christmas songs, which had also given him the additional bonus of listening to his chimeras sing for the first time, as well as the Elrics. And yet, the game of strip poker came as a close second. (Al and Ed still weren't entirely sure how the Homunculus had persuaded them to participate... Both were guilty of oggling Martel though, desperately ignoring the background snickers from Roah, Dorchet, and the greedy one himself.)

Once free from the tangled mass they had all fallen into during the mad scramble off the train, Greed found himself on the typical opposition against Mr. Shrimp Alchemist when it came to Resembool; he didn't find it boring at all, but beautfiul, all coated in the snow he hadn't seen in ages, and rather peaceful. (That peaceful opinion was later broken a bit, around the same time Ed conceded that during Christmas, Resembool was as hectic like any other place; the stampede for some new shipment of toys had been an eye-opening experience for all.)

Greed was reminded of Winry's crush when she made a beeline straight for him, completely passing the elder Elric, who slammed his head against one of the walls in the Rockbell residence in a dismal style, hastily pretending he hadn't started to raise his arms for a hug from the hyper mechanic. (The issue was soon addressed--there would later be a huge group hug between both the Elrics and Winry.) As Greed sweatdropped and allowed Winry to hug him--actually ruffling her hair a little, which made her desperately stifle her delighted squeal in the fur of his jacket--he once again thought for at least the 100th time that the boy should get his ass into gear and just ask her out; the Homunculus knew there was no way in hell she'd reject Ed.

"Scieszka!"

"Hi Al--GAH!" Mr. Shrimp Alchemist introduced the ex-libarian, official state bookworm as she continued to be hugged by the armored boy. Later Ed would seethe with rage, and Greed would whistle an innocent tune, as they would both overhear Scieszka excitedly whisper to Winry, "You were right! Greed is hot!"

But until then, Al and Ed introduced the Devil's Nest Crew to everyone else, and made the warning that since they were pretty much wanted fugitives of the state, their time here in Resembool for Christmas, and their very meetings with them would have to remain top secret. Winry was fine with this before, and although a little nervous, Bookworm was sincere in her promise, and Pinako...

"Feh, I'd sooner invite these guys to a state-bashing discussion rather than deliver them to those damn military dogs." Martel got along very well with the wizened mechanic.

And now...

"You've never been in a snow fight either! What, they didn't have snow 140 years ago--OW! AL, YOU HIT ME!"

"BECAUSE YOU WERE BEING AN ASS, ED!"

"Guys, relax, it's no big dea--" The Homunculus paused, struck by the guilty expression on blondie's face. The boy bowed his head, sighing before he said, "Al's right; that was low of me. I'm...sorry."

A beat in which crickets chirped somewhere, and everyone else out for a snowball fight--Winry, Martel, Scieszka, Dorchet, Roah; Pinako was inside just watching, while pretending to be busy with some automail business--just stared at the trio, wondering what would happen next.

"...Woah, my first Christmas Miracle. Ed, you actually apologized. To me."

The spectators smacked their heads, Al sweatdropped, giggling a little, Greed smirked, and to his credit, Ed just growled quietly to himself.

A/N: Heh, next time, a snowball battle royale...sorta.