Finally, the drama begins. :p I'm so weird. But here it is, chapter four, the beginning of the...'angst' portion of this fanfic. Finally...

We're now in Envy's POV. I love switching back and forth.

Enjoy.

I watched Ed leave and promptly fell back onto his bed. I loved him so much it hurt. But it was a good kind of hurt; the kind of pain I was willing to endure for an eternity just to have his kiss. I swooned like a love struck teenager, and, shortly after, laughed at myself for it. I could be so hopeless sometimes.

However, as I was caught up with my own pathetically romantic thoughts, I spoke before I thought. It had been maybe five minutes since Ed left when the knock at the door came. Before I could stop myself, I'd called out, "Yeah? Who is it?"

"Ed, is that you?" a voice I vaguely remembered called back, "It's Winry. And you sound...different."

I cursed myself internally. How could I be so stupid?! No use faking an empty room now. I quickly altered shape, taking on Ed's form. Luckily, Winry and I had never actually met.

"Sorry," I replied, not liking what I was doing at all, "I had something...caught in my throat."

I could hear her shuffle outside the door. "Um...can I come in? I...I need to talk to you."

Not wanting to destroy Ed's friendship with his mechanic, I reluctantly moved to the door and opened it. "Sure," I said, trying to sound concerned, "What's on your mind?"

She fidgeted uncomfortably, unable to meet my eyes. Was she blushing? Why? What had I missed? What was going on between these two?

"Winry," I started, motioning toward the bed, "Did you want to sit down?"

Nodding furiously, she shuffled past me and sat down on the bed, large eyes fixed on the floor. I took a seat next to her, more out of obligation than anything. Well, that and I was curious.

"So what's on your mind?" I asked again.

Winry looked at me for a moment, blushed, and looked back at the floor. Finally, she stammered quietly, "Ed...I...I wanted to...to t-tell you why I was so...so eager to get here and t-talk to you."

"Alright," I muttered slowly. So she was the other person last night.

Taking a deep breath, she mustered up the strength to stare me in the face. With possibly all the courage she possessed, Winry blurted suddenly, "I love you Ed!"

I was taken aback by the statement; my eyes widening, my mind racing. Well this was bad. What was I supposed to tell the real Ed? Should I tell the real Ed? From the day I met the young alchemist, I'd figured there was someone in his life. Upon further investigation, I discovered Winry. It was clear to me that the two had feelings for one another, but there was no way of knowing the extent of said feelings. What if Ed really loved Winry? If he found out…would that be the end of us?

I became aware that Winry had begun speaking rapidly, no doubt frightened by my sudden silence. I forced myself to listen, not to panic. I had to try to keep control.

"…Mustang told me that he thought you were in love, I panicked. I…I wanted to know who it was, who you loved. But when you told me last night that it wasn't true, I was so relieved but worried at the same time. So I figured I'd tell you, but now I'm not sure if it was the right thing to do. I didn't want to change things between us Ed, I really didn't. Was I wrong to tell you? I'm so sorry Ed. I'm so…"

Silencing her by placing my fingers on her mouth, I tried to think of something relatively harmless to tell her. "Calm down Winry," I began carefully, "I don't hate you for telling me. It's just…sudden. I need some time to think, that's all. Don't worry so much about it, ok?"

She looked at me gratefully before slowly getting to her feet. "Thank you Ed," she whispered, leaning down to kiss me shyly.

I didn't resist or recoil, but I didn't return it either. As she took a step back from me, she smiled and quietly excused herself. I watched it all with slight detachment.

However, as the door closed behind her and I heard her trot down the hall, I returned to my typical appearance and screamed into Ed's pillow. What the hell was I supposed to do now?! I couldn't not tell Ed, not now that Winry thought he knew. But how was I supposed to say it? How could I even bring myself to say it when it could mean losing him? I was frustrated, confused, and facing possibly the biggest moral dilemma of my life; and I hated every minute of it.

To Be Continued…