Okay, this chapter, Ed was originally going to convert to Christianity, but I don't wanna necessarily bring religion into this, and… I just dunno! This is really delaying my typing! I can't decide, dammit! Okay, I'm not going to add the religion thing… but then it would be short! Okay, because of the fact that it's not being added, this will just be short! GOD I HATE MN! Only smart people, by whom I mean women, will understand! GRRRRR. Okay, I have decided that religion will be mentioned, but no conversions. Sorry for the rant…

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"So what's the point of Christmas? Jack up electricity bills, bring trees inside and spend money on people?" Edward watched Winry decorate the tree she'd forced him to buy. The tree he'd end up taking out. The tree that would shed its little devil-needles he'd end up being forced to vacuum. He'd tried to convince Winry to get a plastic tree,

"No, Ed! I've always had a real tree!"

"Christmas is celebrating the birth of Jesus."

"So basically every store in the world closes on December 25th just because of some guy that lived 2000 years ago?"

Winry shook her head. There was no convincing Ed, who had to see to believe, that the man that did indeed live 2000 years ago had any divineness or any supernatural qualities.

"Yes, Edward."

"This has been a good year, you know?" Edward cleverly changed the subject. He didn't want to evoke Winry's wrath by further arguing. The first time they argued about religion…let's just say Ed was still sore. It was only because of Winry's lethal wrench that she won all of the arguments.

"How so?"

"I don't know, a lot of good stuff has happened."

"Like…?"

"Well, Teach got me my Fender."

"And a guitar made your year?"

"Partly. I met good people."

"Like who?" Edward knew what she was getting at. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of him giving in so easily. He knew what he was about to do was dangerous, but he loved risk. Practically thrived on it. He strummed on his old guitar, trying to get a particularly difficult song right.

"Well, Hilary Duff. She's really nice and inspiring. Hot, too." Wrench out of sight, Winry improvised. Width Edward's guitar. Winry pulled the guitar from Edward's grasp and brought it down onto his head. Splinters flew everywhere and Winry threw the neck aside.

"What the hell? You broke my fucking guitar!"

"Oh, did I? At least it wasn't you precious fender! Maybe you should go complain to your girlfriend Hilary about it!" Winry stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

Edward groaned, rubbing his head. He took his phone and dialed the one person's number who knew girls better than a girl who would inevitably tell Winry like Rebecca did.

"Al?" Edward asked in a weak voice.

"What is it, Brother? You sound tired or hurt."

"Winry's gonna be the death of me."

"What did you do?"

"What did I do? She broke my guitar! And not just anywhere, on my damn head! Whose side are you on, anyway? She tried to kill me!"

"I'm sure she had a good reason. What did you do?"

"Well, we were talking, and I said it was a good year. She asked why, I talked about my fender, and I said I met good people. She asked who, I said Hilary Duff."

"What else did you say? She wouldn't have gotten mad just about that."

"Well, I said Hilary was inspiring and nice, then after I sad she was hot, Winry tried to kill me!"

Edward heard Al groan.

"Brother, you really are an idiot! You don't just say that another girl's hot in front of your girlfriend!"

"I wasn't totally serious! I think she's married, or at least that's what Winry said a while ago. But like I'd even have a chance with her? Just tell me how to fix this! I'll take the lecture from you later!"

"Go wherever she went and say. You forgot to mention the biggest factor."

"What is that?"

"For someone who got a full ride to XSU, you really are stupid, aren't you? Winry! She's the biggest factor!"

"But she broke my damn guitar!"

"Get over it and fix this!" Before waiting for further argument, Al hung up. Edward pulled himself off of the floor and knocked on the bedroom door. He tried to knob, but as luck would have it, it was locked.

"Winry, open the door."

"Go away."

"No!" Edward yelled.

"What the hell do you want?"

"In! Now unlock the door, or I'll break it down!"

"You will not!"

Edward sighed and walked to the other opposite end of the hall and charged. At the last second, Winry opened the door, so instead of hitting the wood, he hit her. Both grunted when they hit, and there was a loud thump when they hit floor.

"You IDIOT!"

"You usually don't open the door so easily!"

"You never try to charge so early! Now get the hell off of me!" Winry shrieked.

"No, not unt-"

"EDWARD ELRIC, GET THE HELL OFF ME BEFORE I REALLY DO KILL YOU!"

Winry was beginning to remind him more and more of Izumi…

"Damn, woman! It was you, okay? I figured you knew, you were giving me the third degree! You're the biggest factor in the beastliness of the year!"

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The crash part was fun to write. I saw this commercial for some poor kid, and the narrator person said "The saddest thing is, her favorite food is Chef Boyardee…" Im like, "That's MY favorite!" Sorry, felt like sharing that with ya… next up, I'll do another chap for this. After that, maybe some EE…or something, idk, I'm tired and pissed…