A/N Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been writing a bunch of song fics xD I'm so excited. Maybe I'll hit 100 reviews with this newest chapter? –puppy eyes-
"You better be cooking for yourself, too..." Roy told him slowly. "I don't want to have to start force feeding you." 'Actually', he thought after a moment, 'that might be pretty funny.'
Edward sighed and simply shook his head as he flipped the food. "I'm not hungry at the moment, so I'm not going to eat." He explained calmly. He knew it was a lie, but the other couldn't really prove it...Could he?
"So, uh…" Roy said, trying to start a conversation, "should one of us call Winry soon?"
The chimera winced, whimpering at the mention of his childhood friend. "Uh...Could you call her for me?" He asked slowly, tilting his head to the right slightly.
"Uh... I'm not sure she'd appreciate me calling her, but I will.." He said hesitantly. "And you ARE going to eat. Your appetite is not a secret from anyone, Edward. If you're not eating, then I'm not either." Roy said stubbornly and walked off to call Winry, hoping that had convinced Edward to eat, even a little.
Edward grumbled, putting Roy's food on a plate and finding an apple. He stuck said apple into his mouth as he moved to turn off the stove and clean the pan he'd dirtied. A loud yelp escaped from his throat, muffled by the apple, as Edward dropped the pan to the floor from accidentally hitting his hand against the hot metal. The chimera looked at his reddened hand with a small whimper, holding the limb close to his chest protectively.
Roy walked into his bedroom with a sigh. He picked up his phone and rummaged around his desk for a minute.
"I know I must have her number in here somewhere.." He found the paper and dialed the number. A girls voice answered the phone.
"Hello, Rockbell Automail."
"Hello...Is this Winry? This is Colonel Mustang.."
"Oh!" Winry said with a hint of surprise in her voice. "Hello. Can I help you?"
"Well, actually, yes. You see Edwards automail broke again, so..."
She sighed loudly. "So he asked you to get me to come and fix it for him?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Ok..." She said. "Where is he?"
Roy gave her directions to his house from central and they hung up. Roy walked back into the kitchen to find Edward.
"Hey," Roy said, "I called your little girlfriend and she said she'd try to catch the train and be here tomorrow afternoon.
Edward looked up, biting his apple harshly as he nodded and slowly picked up the pan with his automail and placing it in the pan. He turned on the water, shoving his burnt hand under it with a muffled sigh. Well...He wasn't sure how to take care of them, so he simply turned the water to lukewarm instead of hot or cold.
Then again, he had never been burned before. The teen winced, just now noticing the small whitish blisters here and there.
Roy noticed Edward's burnt hand as he shoved it under the water. He sighed loudly. "Now what happened?" He said teasingly. He walked over to a cabinet and grabbed a bowl. Roy filled it with water, gently pushing Edwards hand away for a second, then filled the bucket with ice.
"Here, maybe this will help." Roy said, grabbing Edward's hand and softly laying it in the cold water. "Don't burn yourself again by cooking for me," Roy told him.
Ed removed the apple and shook his head as he relaxed his hand calmly.
"I didn't burn it cooking for you though. I burned it by cleaning the mess that I made after cooking for you." He pointed out, taking an actual bite of the fruit before swallowing and giving the other a small smile.
"So its still my fault?" Roy pointed out.
"So...Think you could help me figure out what I might possibly be then?" Edward asked in a rather hesitant fashion, trying to change the subject.
"Animal...animal..." Roy muttered, thinking of possibilities. Roy pulled Edwards hand out of the water, examined it for a second, and then gently replaced it in the cool water. "What animal...Wait, is a shrimp considered an animal?" Roy asked innocently, chuckling a bit.
Edward's eye twitched as he subtly kicked the other in the shin. "How about NOT making things worse by picking on me about my HEIGHT since it's not my fault I SHRUNK three FUCKING INCHES!" He 'suggested', eyes flashing. Three inches off his height, three years off his life. How lovely. That of course was estimated. Bu with so many drugs and rash beatings, it had to have taken some time off, too.
Roy winced a bit, rubbing his hurt shin. "Okay, get it. I'll stop." Roy said, trying not to laugh. 'Three inches?' he though after. 'Haha poor Edward.'
Roy took Edwards hand out of the icy water and looked at it yet again. "Your hand should be fine. Do you want me to wrap it or something?"
Edward raised an eyebrow slowly, still munching on his apple as if nothing had happened as he gently pulled his hand back.
"Are you supposed to wrap it if it blisters?" He asked simply, tiling his head to the side ever so slightly. He really didn't know how to treat burns. He never got one before except when he was younger and his father was busy. Because of the curiosity, Ed had stuck his hand into the lit fireplace. When his mother got home, she'd had a fit about responsibility around two small kids such as Edward and Alphonse were at the time.
"Uh...Yeah, you are supposed to wrap it, and seeing that it will probably blister, we should wrap it." Roy told Edward. "Or maybe we should wait to see if it actually does blister." He paused. "I'm glad you're eating something now," Roy said, smiling
"It tastes good right now. Now...Maybe we should wrap it up." He said calmly, showing the white spots that were slowly turning into small blisters. And they hurt like hell!!
He really hated burns. Especially right now. "I mean...I think that this would be a good idea..." He added with a small frown appearing on his marked face.
"Right," Roy agreed, leaving in search of bandages. He returned a minute later with them and walked up to Edward. "Uh... That looks pretty painful, Fullmetal. Are you sure you're ok?" Roy asked as he got to work gently wrapping Edward's hand.
Edward slowly blinked his eyes in an owlish fashion. "Yah...I'm fine. At least I think I am. My hand is kind of numb feeling right now after the whole ice bath thing..." He stated meekly, watching the wall rather intently as he finished off his fruit. Well, that definitely helped with the blonde's appetite. But he was still hungry.
"Of course it's numb, it was ice water!" Roy shook his head. "That was kind of the whole point. Now, what are we going to do all day today?" Roy asked.
He hated being bored; just the thought of being bored bugged him. Maybe it was all of the excitement in his life that caused this. "We have to wait a whole day for Winry, so..."
Edward gave a thoughtful look, usually busying himself with other things such as reading. The teen opened his mouth to speak, shutting it quickly when he heard a quick knocking sound on the door. Well. He was definitely not expecting that.
"Uh...Should I hide or something?" Edward asked cautiously, not wanting to tempt his fate right now and possibly get caught. That would simply suck. Big time.
Roy gulped. He had a strange feeling that he knew who was going to be there when he opened the door.
"Go hide in my room," he told Edward quietly, as he walked over quickly to answer the door. He opened it and looked outside.
Edward frowned before sighing, taking off into the others room.
Seriously...He needed to get the rest of the place clean. It wasn't like he could really do anything else and this was most likely the worst room...It /was/ the worst room by a long shot actually. Now that was a tad pathetic. Can't even clean up after yourself.
Brown eyes stared coolly as the blonde woman gave a small salute to her superior officer.
"Colonel...Just wanted to check up on you. I mean, you didn't seem sick. And if you aren't really sick...Well then..." Riza trailed off, calmly taking out her trusted companion (Gun. ALWAYS with the guns...) and pointing it at Roy's head. "So...How are you this fine morning?"
"Um, uh..." Roy stuttered, staring fearfully at the gun. He coughed weakly and rubbed his eyes. "I'm..." he coughed again, "A little bit better..." he looked behind him, making sure that Edward had gotten out of sight. "Wh-why are you here, Hawkeye...?" Roy asked hesitantly. "I-I really am sick!" he protested pathetically. "Honestly!