Disclaimer- I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Warning- There is a bit of Winry Bashing. Not much.
Ed sighed. He honestly would rather not go to Xing. Then again, he could always ditch the Furher and stay with Ling. As annoying as he sometimes was, he was still his best friend. He even helped with his alchemy issue. Ed shook his head and resumed packing.
"Nine o clock on Friday," she had said. Oh goodie! This was going to be great.... Even his thoughts were dripping with sarcasm. He finished his packing and went over toward the phone. He might as well tell Al that he can't make it.
"Hello?" a groggy voice called.
"Al?"
"Brother!" Edward chuckled.
"Hey Al, how have you been?"
"I'm great! But it's been really tiring planning for the wedding. Did you get the invite?" he asked excitedly. Edward's face fell ashen.
"Listen Al, about that, I-"
"Hold on Ed, WINRY! I TOLD YOU ALREADY! IT TAKES NINE MONTHS TO GO INTO LABOR, NOT TWO!" Edward choked.
"S-she's pregnant?"
"Yeah! Isn't it wonderful? I'll be a father, and you'll get to be an Unc-" Alphonse paused.
"Brother?"
"..."
"ED!"
"... Yeah Al. That's great. It really is. I'm happy for you," he whispered.
"Wait- Brother-" the golden haired boy hung up. He really wasn't in the mood today. The phone rang continuously, but he hadn't even so much as lifted his head to see who is was. He fell to his knees and curled into a half ball, leaning on the hard wood of the counter, head in his hands. Ed didn't cry. He couldn't. That would mean he pitied himself, and he didn't need pity from anyone. What reason did he have to be sad, anyway? Al, his little brother, his only family, his worldwas getting married. He should be happy and proud, right?
Alphonse was sobbing by the phone.
"AL! ARE YOU SURE IT WON'T COME NEXT MONTH?"
"..."
"Al?" Winry approached him.
"Al, are you crying?"
"I-I..." Al was in hysteria.
"Shhh...It's alright," she was rubbing his back. "Now, tell me what happened?"
"I can't do anything right anymore!" The mechanic gave him a weird look.
"He gave up everything for me! His childhood, his alchemy, his life! What have I ever done in return? I stole away the very girl he was ready to give everything to...I...WHERE IS THE EQUIVELENCY?" The blonde haired girl frowned.
"He never made a move, Al. Besides, he's the one who put you in the armor, don't you think he should have gave everything for you?" Alphonses body grew tense, and his eyes became fiery coal.
"Winry...Amelia...Rockbell..." he turned to face her, back arched as if to attack. "Don't you EVER disgrace my brother like that! I chose to follow him! I chose to do that transmutation! I could have said no, and stopped both of us. Brother wasn't thinking straight, but I was. I could have prevented that entire thing! Did I? No, because I wanted mom back just as much as Ed did. And you have the NERVE? You have the nerve to say everything was just his fault?" Al laughed cruelly. "No, it was both of us," he stared her in the eye, venom dripping. "So don't you EVER talk bad about him AGAIN!" Winry looked at him fearfully.
"Alphonse I-" Alphonse lept up and hugged her.
"Winry, oh my, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled like that, are you ok?" she nodded and dragged him to bed. He was long asleep, but she wished someone would hear.
"I'm such and idiot, coming between you two like that..."
The blonde yawned. He didn't get much sleep last night, and Hawkeye was gonna be pissed if he wasn't ready in ten minutes. He sighed and quickly put on black leather pants, his usual tanktop. He decided he would look too much like a slut, but he really didn't want to wear his black jacket. So instead, he put on a beige trench coat. He brushed his teeth, and just finished when the doorbell rang.
"Shit..." he grabbed a hair tie and did his hair up in a pony-tail. He snatch his suitcase and opened the door to find a snobbish looking butler/guard?
"Major Elric, sir," he saluted. "Lieutenant Raymond, here to pick you up sir," he smiled a bit.
"Quit it with the sirs, and what's the with the smile? Is my hair messed up?" he snapped good naturedly.
"Uh... No, sir-I mean,"
"Ed is fine,"
"Ed.. Your hair is fine...I just.. It's an honor to be meeting you,"
"Eh, I'm really not that great. That bastard of a Furher has more accomplishments. How is Roy?"
"Ed, you really shouldn't talk about the Furher like that, it could get you into trouble," Ed laughed.
"That, Lieutenant, has been his nickname since the day I met him. I don't think he'll mind,"
"Uh.. Oh. Right. As for how he's been, you can ask him yourself," he opened the car door.
"Ah great. I have to ride in the same car as him too?" Roy smirked.
"Come on pipsqueak, it's not that bad. At least I don't wear that flowery perfume,"
"Ok you bastard, don't you even dare bring up that Armstrong incident. He nearly killed me!" Raymond chuckled.
"Yeah yeah. Lieutenant, if you'd please?"
"Right away sir,"
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Hey guys. Sorry for the Winry bashing. I really don't like her much. Anyway, I will write a little more often, because the funeral is not until August, being a military funeral. Thank you all very much for your support. It helps, you know? I really appreciate both the condolences and the reviews. Anyway, I just realized that instead of three, it may be four parts. Please don't kill me! I tried to have a little emotional part there for Al. I really think it wasn't terrible, but I can't say. Let me know what you think and once again, thank you.
