Brown –Rewrite-

Winry stared absently out the window, nibbling on the chocolates that Ed and Al had sent her. She had to wonder… The brothers she held so dearly never sent a letter on regular days. So of course, they had never sent anything on Valentine's Day until now. The only time they did was at Christmas.

She had many boxes of chocolates to choose from and it wasn't that Ed and Al's were the most expensive, but she had decided to snack on them first. After this, she'd have to exercise twice the normal amount… She grudgingly thought. She let the chocolate melt between her fingers before she sucked on them.

Chocolates had to have been her favorite food in the world. Many other people complained that they tended to stick to their throats, and that they got tired of the taste after a eating too many of them. Yet, Winry was sure that she would've been able to live on chocolate alone.

A large vase was set on top of her desk with all the bouquets she had received, into one. But flowers weren't what Winry liked. She admired them growing, but she believed that if you gave the person you loved flowers, the love would wilt just like the bloom. She had told Ed a few years back, when he actually visited during some of the holidays. It seemed he remembered, for along with the chocolates, he had sent a bouquet of silk flowers bigger than what she had received from other boys all together.

When Granny Pinako first brought them in, she had thought they were real. In fact, she could've sworn that they were real. But when Winry reached out to touch the petals, they were a thin, delicate material; silk.

Those had a special place in her room, next to her on her bedside stand.

She sat down on her bed looked at the flowers. Winry chose a silk rose out of the bouquet and twirled it in her hand. Even thorns were recreated on the green stalk of the rose. She reached to put the flower back in its place when she noticed a folded piece of paper tucked among the petals.

Forgetting about the rose, now left on her desk, she plucked the note out of the silk, and unfolded it. Could it have been from Ed?

The first thing she glanced at was the "Al" scrawled at the bottom of the paper. Even if she loved Al as a dear brother, her heart fell.

Winry sighed before reading the note.

Hi Winry! Long time no see…even if this necessarily isn't actually "seeing". Sorry for not visiting often, but Brother and I've been running around between four different towns, chasing a rumor that seems to change by each passing day. Brother refused to include a letter with the flowers and chocolates, but I snuck this into the bouquet at the last second. I hope you like it all. To be truthful, he refused to let me help pay for the things. He even chose the flowers and chocolates himself! I insisted he send a card, but he only said something about "not wanting to take all the credit." Like I deserve any credit? The money he used wasn't even from the military…he made it by repairing things for townspeople. I didn't help AT ALL. Brother's just weird that way…Anyway, I'll stop taking time away from you that you could be using to repair or make auto-mail.

I promise to force my brother to Resembool sometime!

Al

Winry looked back at the box of chocolates, a smile lingering on her face.

The chocolates retained a sweet brown color in the sunlight. Brown was such a warm color, a good color to paint a house. It gave the house a bit of warmth, even if it were freezing cold. Chocolates had that warmth, even if they were served frozen, or cold. The factor that let them melt in one's mouth was heaven.

She picked the rose up once more, smiling, and left it on her pillow.