Me: Ugh... so tired...

Chick Ed: Then get some sleep.

Smarty-pants Ed: Or just get on with the chapter...

Me: 'Kay...

(Quick Note: Again, sorry for bad grammar, didn't have spell check again.)

Disclaimer: Me on own, but I really wish I owned little Ed...but I don't...

"Now, can you all please calm down and act like civilized human beings?" asked the new Ed once the five people had exited the bar. Winry turned to him sharply and glared.

"Human beings?" she demanded, storming up to him. "Just what the hell are you?" she screamed, spraying spit in his face. The new Ed took out a handkerchief and wiped away the saliva.

"Please," he began seriously. "Please refrain from such vulgar behavior."

"Vulgar?" growled Winry, attempting to grab the boy's collar, but luckily, Al caught her arm and held her back before she could tear the boy to pieces.

"Phweet phew!" whistled one of the other Eds. Winry looked over at him and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. "Man," he cooed, taking a good long look at Edwina. "I'm CUTE." Winry then threw a wrench at him, smacking his head quite painfully. Where did she get that wrench, you ask? Nobody knows... "OWE!" yelled Flirty Ed. "Whaddya do THAT for?"

"Just NO." stated Winry, completely disgusted.

"Please," begged Eddie, "don't ever, ever look at me again." she stared at Flirty Ed a moment to make sure he had gotten the message. "Comprende?" she asked. He sighed, chuckled, and then took her hand into his own.

"My sweet little bon-bon," he cooed, "What stands in our way of being together? Nothing! That's what. Why don't you and I go away--way far away--to where no one can find us?" Eddie stood blushing, not able to find the right words.

"Oh please," snorted smarty-pants Ed. "I must be out of my mind if I ever were to fall for a cheap pick-up line like that."

"He's not asking YOU, Mr. Smarty-Pants," pouted Edwina. "He's clearly hitting on ME."

"And I'm clearly about to puke." whispered Winry, stumbling away.

"Umm...Niisan? And Neesan?" asked Al timidly, approaching the three. "Do any of you know what exactly is going on?"

Edwina shook her head. "No, last thing I remember before these two showed up is fighting Scar."

"And you remember being at girl at that point?" she nodded. "How strange...What about you, umm..."started Al, turning to the ultra-flirty boy.

The Ed chuckled, magically pulling out a rose and holding it to his mouth. "Please," he began seductively, "call me...Eduardo!"

"Is that honestly what you remember being called?" asked Winry, more sure that she was dead now more than ever.

Eduardo laughed. "No...But since there are three of us, I might as well have my own name--and Eduardo just sounded really cool!" Winry sighed heavily, just about ready to pass out from stress. "And the last thing I remember," he said, finally getting around to the question, "is, like my lovely counter part here, fighting Scar. Though I must admit, it does seem much easier to get my feelings across now."

"By feelings do you mean over-active male hormones?" asked Winry sarcastically. "Please, don't," she continued when Eduardo opened his mouth to say something, "it was rhetorical."

The remaining Ed huffed. "And I suppose that none of you are going to ask about me? I can't blame you really, I DO have the most extensive knowledge of any of you; you all probably don't want to bother me with such trivial questions."

"Can somebody PLEASE shut this guy up?" asked Winry, tired of listening to his too-good-for-you drawl. "He's giving me a headache."

"You think YOU'VE got problems?" asked a dark voice from behind her; Winry practically jumped out of her skin. "Try living my life sometime--you won't ever want to smile again."

"What the hell?" screamed Winry. "How many of you are there?"

"If you'd just let me explain--" started Smarty-Pants, but of course no one was listening.

"How many...?" asked the new Ed. "How many of me? Hmm...well let me think, if I'm anything like a cat, I've already used up my nine lives, so we all can't be ghosts. And if we're all clones, then that wouldn't make any sense--they're not scared enough."

"..." Winry stared at him, her heart feeling like it was ready to die. "Wow..." she sighed, "that's really depressing..."

"You don't know the have of it..."

"Ooh--hogwash!" cheered flirty Ed. "Why so down and glum? It's a beautiful day--let's go pick up some girls!" again, a wrench of unknown origin smacked him in the head. "Owe! Never mind..."

"Will you please just listen to what I have to sa--" And again, Mr. Smarty-pants was cut off before he could finish. But this time, it wasn't because no one was listening: this time, it was because of a very loud, very pissed scream.

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!"

"What was that?" shrieked Eddie, hugging onto flirty Ed tightly out of fear.

"A monster about to come and devour us all, thus ending our meaningless existence?" asked the new Ed.

"You ARE depressing." stated Winry, turning away from him. "But that's not it. I'd recognize that yell anywhere. It's precisely the one you give when--"

"KEEP THAT MILK AWAY FROM MEEEEE!" it screamed.

"Exactly," whispered Winry, dashing off towards the source.

"Wait for us!" called Al, chasing after her, but still making sure that all his siblings were with them.

"Ew! Ew! Ew!" cried the voice again.

"Hey, Buddy, calm down!" urged a different voice. "It's only a little milk!"

"IT'S DISGUSTING!"

"Shut up...I'm trying to sleep...yawwwnnnnn..."

Winry stopped, right before entering the new bar that she had heard Ed from. 'That tired voice...' she thought, 'it...it can't be...' She slowly entered the bar to see an Ed turning tables over, still throwing his hissy-fit.

"GRAGH!" shouted the angry Ed again.

And again, the small voice nagged at him. "Qui...quiet...Zzzzzzz..."

Winry turned, very slowly, given, to the owner of the small voice. And there, on the other side of the room, sitting at an untouched table with his head down, was a little Ed. Not like short-little, like little-little. As in (as Winry could clearly see) a boy so young that he still had his right arm. "E...Ed...?" she asked softly. The one tearing up the place was shouting too loud to hear her, but the one on the other side of the room gave a small twitch. "Ed..." she repeated. The boy slowly lifted his head and turned sleepy eyes to her. Winry gasped. It WAS Ed. 'But...but how?' she thought, once more thinking she was dead. 'It's impossible!'

"Hi...Win...ry...zzzzzz..." whispered the small boy before drifting back to sleep.

Al looked over at the boy and touched Winry's shoulder to get her attention. "Now I think I'm dead..." he whispered, purely and truly meaning what he said.

"I just hope it's not Ed who is..." whispered Winry back.

Smarty-pants Ed: That's really how you're going to end it? Leave us hanging why don't you?

Me: Shut up, yous! (smacks with rolled up newspaper) This took me several days to write!

Angry Ed: How?

Me: I did this in several study halls, okay? And the school's computers are crap. The keys don't work right.

Flirty Ed: IS that why you're always apologizing for misspellings?

Me: Yes. And BTW, if this chapter seems short, tuff. Looking at in the documents section of my profile makes it seem longer.

S.P. Ed: Are these things EVER gonna get longer?

Me: Once I'm done introducing all the Eds--yes.

Chick Ed: That means there's only one left, right?

Me: Yep. And I'm apologizing now for the last one.

Flirty Ed: Why?

Me: ...

Little Ed: Be...cause she...des...troyed...him...Zzzzzzzzz...

Me: Awwww! Ain't he cute?

Ed(s): ... What does he mean, you DESTROYED him?

Me: Ummmm...Review! (runs away)

Angry Ed: Get back here!