"Crap, what happened last night?" The messy blonde walked down the stairs scratching her head. The smell of breakfast surrounded her as she got down stairs. In the kitchen she saw Edward putting eggs on a plate with bacon on another plate and sausage in a skillet. "There you are, how's your head?" Winry gave a confused look wondering how he knew her head hurt, but then she came to her senses and remembered what hangovers were. "It's killing me" Ed handed her a bottle of asprin, "What happened last night I completely blacked out?" Ed paused for a second thinking of whether he should tell her what really happened last night, or lie, "Umm let's not worry about that right now. Here is some breakfast."
Ed handed her the plate and then sat down with his own plate. Winry wondered why he was acting so weird and she defiantly wanted to know what had happened the other night. "So what inspired you to make this breakfast?"
"I just couldn't sleep." There was an awkward silence for a moment and then Winry decided to break the silence, "Have you tried the doors yet?"
"I doubt anything has changed but we can try."
"Okay" The two finished their breakfast in silence and then got to work. "I'll try the door you go for the windows." Winry pulled the curtains back, but was disappointed to find they were still white. Edward opened the door to find a little crack in the side corner of the door. "Well good news, the snow is melting, and bad news we'll probably have to wait till tomorrow morning for it to melt enough to get out."
"Oh well at least we know we won't be stuck in here for a week." She said optimistically. The rest of the morning was spent with Winry working on Ed's arm every few minutes the question of 'what happened last night' popped into her head but she managed to kick it out. Ed would walk around the house reading an alchemy book he got from the cellar, and every now and then he would go down to get a different book. Both of them skipped lunch, obviously neither were hungry.
It was becoming rather late and the two had just walked around the house doing whatever productive thing they could find to do. It came around dinner time, and Ed's stomach grumbled."Hey Win are you getting hungry?" Right as he said this Winry's stomach gave a loud growl, "I think that answers your question."Edward decided to heat the last of the left over stew they had the other night. Ed had almost fully forgotten about last night until he wondered what they would drink. He detested milk, but there was nothing else and he was NOT getting the wine back out. Supper was kind of quiet. Neither of them knew what to say, and with last night on both their minds neither really wanted to say anything. Silence filled the house, and it had been that way the whole night.
Each of the two in the house had already crawled into bed with hopes of melted snow tomorrow. It was the middle of the night when Ed was woken by a thud. He got up to look in Winry's room to see if anything had happened, and he found Winry on the floor with her covers on top of her. He gave her a confused look that basically said 'why'. "It's the cold weather." Ed still had a confused look on his face. "It makes my bed hard and I toss and turn all night. This time I just turned a little too far off the bed." Ed's confused face was no longer there, "Why don't you go sleep on Gram's?"
"Ed, have you seen the size of that thing, my feet would be hanging off the end, although I think you could probably fit in it." Winry gave a grin as Ed started to realize what she was implying. Of course he got a little huffy, but he could never be completely made at Winry. "Well feel free to take Al's bed, I'm sure the mattress is worn out just the way you like it." Ed went back to his room, with a little hope Winry would follow. He missed having time like this with Winry. About ten minutes of more tossing, and turning Winry took Ed up on his offer, and snuck into the bed across from the snoring Ed. The mattress was just the way she liked it. She guessed with Al's weight on it, it would be impossible for it not to be worn out. It was almost morning Ed could tell for some reason, but it was still dark outside. He saw Winry obviously having a bad dream, and only two minutes later she awoke with a gasp. She was frightened a bit when she noticed Ed staring at her. She gave a desperate look towards Ed and he immediately knew what she was asking. "Come on over her" she jumped up and sat next to Ed. "What happened?" he asked curiously. "Well it's really the same dream I have been having for a while. I'm at home fixing some automail like always, and Colonel Mustang is at the door." She pauses and tears are welling up in her eyes. "He tells me and Gran that you and Alphonse" she is bursting out crying now, "You guys are dead!" Edward clenches his teeth in anger that all his traveling and coming back with beat up automail are causing Winry these nightmares. He pulls her in closer and gives her a tight hug of comfort. She buries her sorrow in his chest, and he then lays down taking her with him. Soon both of them had fallen asleep in each other's arms.