"Are you sure she'll like this Al?"
"Sure Ed. I don't think she has much cosmetics." Al's metallic voice reassured him.
"Alright Al, I trust you." He walked up to the counter carrying the gift basket.
"Oh my young man. Is this for your girlfriend? How sweet!"
"She's not my girlfriend. Just a friend."

"Oh, what ever you say, young man." she rang him up with a wry smile on her face.

Ed huffed angrily and swiped the gift from the register.
"Thank you! Come again!" Ed let the door slam behind him.
"Brother! You mustn't be so rude!"
"Whatever, she was being irritating."
Alphonse sighed deeply. "So, why did you want to buy this again?"
"It's her birthday next week! She'll never forgive me if I forget it again!"
"But-"
"Come on Al, let's get this to the post office."
"Alright brother." But Al was sure there was another motive. Ed hadn't remembered her birthday since, ever. Even when they gave her Den as a present, Al had to constantly remind brother., and convince him that Winry would actually like their present.

"You're not gonna deliver it in person?"

"No Al, do you think we have time for that?"

"Yes Ed, we do. Remember, you can have a two week vacation at anytime before the year is out."

"Nah, Al. Unless I need repairs I'm not going back when there's research to be done."

Al sighed in defeat again. "What ever you say brother." He knew it was useless. But, he should be thankful that Ed was at least trying, instead of completely ignoring that Winry even existed. Hopefully that make her happy.

"Winry! The door!"

"Alright, Granny!" She set down the hand she was working on and sprinted downstairs to open the door.

"Delivery, Miss Rockbell!" The cheery mailman greeted her.

"Oh, well, I don't remember ordering anything." She took the package. "Who's it fro-" her eyes bugged out when she read the return address. "-Edward? He never writes let alone- Ah, thanks Mr. Grayson."

"Have a nice day!" Winry didn't even bother to say goodbye. She slammed the door and ran back up to her room to open the package in privacy.

She removed the twine and paper, then unfolded to box. Inside she found a gossamer-covered basket and a hand-scrawled note.

Dear Winry,

I saw this in the store, I thought you might like it. You don't have much makeup do you? Well, think of this as an apology for missing your last three birthdays.

-Edward.

She couldn't help but laugh. Jubilantly. She was all kinds of giddy. Not only did he remember her birthday, when he often forgot his own, he had got her something that wasn't completely tacky. Alphonse probably helped him pick it out.

"Who knows. I might just start wearing makeup now." She didn't even consider this a way for Ed to say he thought she was ugly. Although that could have been something she would enjoy teasing him about. She instead decided to look upon the tubes of red lipstick, face creams, powders and eye shadow fondly. He was trying to do something nice for her, she best just be happy.

(A/N)Don't really like this one. But whatever. I need to stop procrastinating.)