A/N: Sorry for the late update, I am pretty sick right now experienced a bit of writer's block. I was also gone on a school trip to DC for the week. Sorry if its not up to what the past chapters have been, also apologizing for the short length :X! Some Edwin in the chapter, but don't worry, still going along with the plot. Without further ado, chapter 3!

Winry chuckled as Edward practically inhaled his breakfast. Though he was done growing, he continued to eat like a growing boy. He noticed her staring and looked up.

"Wha?" he asked, mouth full of eggs. Winry exhaled.

"Will you ever learn manners?" he grinned up at her, shaking his head, which caused her to sarcastically sigh once again. The grin faded when she picked up her deadly wrench and proceeded to smack him with it.

"What was that for?" he groaned, rubbing the spot of impact.

"For being annoying" she stated simply, taking a sip of her coffee.

"For being annoying? At this rate, you'll smash my head in!"

"Wouldn't be too difficult considering the majority of its hallow" The vein in his forehead twitched slightly in annoyance.

"Oh well that's just pushing it, at least what I have is filled with useful information unlike you gear head!"
"Without this 'gear head'" she exclaimed, letting the word hang in the air slightly, "you would literally be going nowhere." Edward sat in silence, raking his mind for an evil reply of some sort. Winry noticed the dumbfounded look that crossed his face and grinned.

"I have successfully beaten you in yet another game of insults Edward Elric." She crossed her arms triumphantly. He looked up at her and a goofy grin crossed his face.

"I guess. But that's what, 1 to 1 zillion?" she scowled at him.

"You know I have beat you more times than that." She raised her wrench in emphasis. 'Where did that come from?!' Edward thought to himself, raising his hands in defeat.

"Now, help me with these dishes" Winry motioned for Edward to come over. He nodded and brought his plate towards the sink, rolling up his sleeves. They cleaned in silence for a few minutes before Edward broke it.

"I'm going to go to the cemetery today." He spoke the words softly, his eyes not looking away from the dishes as he washed them. Winry looked up at him, concern crossing her face.

"Do you want me to come with you?"
"No." Winry knew that was his final answer and sighed.

"When are you going?"

"Later." Normally, Winry would have teased him for not really answering her question, but for this particular situation she didn't. Winry could read the pain etched in his face and saw the sorrow in the golden depths of his eyes. Winry also knew today was a particularly saddening day for him, it was for her as well. The thought of it brought tears to her eyes, and Edward turned when he saw this. He used a thumb to wipe away the tears. "Winry…" he exhaled, not knowing what to say. She looked up at him and touched his hand with hers. The simple gesture conveyed more words than she could speak, and he closed his head and leaned his forehead against hers.

"Its just…" the sentence hung in the air unfinished. "It should be… such… such a special…" Edward took a shaky breath, unable to finish his thoughts.

"I know." Winry pulled him into a hug, placing her head into the crook of his shoulder. They stood there, losing track of time, the hug easing the pain that stabbed through their hearts.

Edward walked along the cobblestone path, the clang of his automail leg echoing against the soft pat of his flesh one. The cemetery was a short walk from the house, and the cool air chilled his face, causing a slight pink to appear on his cheeks and nose. He wore his brown coat and slacks, white collar peeking out over the black vest. His blond hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, golden bangs falling over the side of his face. He wore gloves over his hands, one of which holding a bouquet of simple white flowers. Among the bouquet of flowers was a small slip of paper, messy handwriting sprawled across the white paper in black ink. Three words stained the paper. "Happy Birthday Alphonse."

"You know, I should be in your place. I should have thought it through more…" Edward sighed as he stared at the grey gravestone. "After all we went through, the hard and the good, this is what we get?" He clenched his fists and fell to his knees.

Alphonse Elric, 1900-1915.

The day of the funeral was forever burned into Eds skull, a day of darkness painted into his mind. The casket being lowered into the hole, the dirt covering it bit by bit. "Covering up the only family I had left…" he whispered quietly, shaking slightly.

'No… you have Winry now. You need to stop worrying about this brother.' Alphonse was standing slightly behind him, arms crossed. A sad look crossed his face as he watched his brother silently mourn over him. It was strange, staring at his grave. The sun was beginning to set below the green hills, casting eerie shadows behind Edward and the gravestones. Alphonse knew that Winry would begin to worry if Edward didn't head back soon, and he just couldn't stand the pained look that crossed his brothers face while he grieved over him.

'Brother… get up… move forward. That's what you tell people and yourself all the time. Maybe its time for you to listen to yourself.' Alphonse knew he couldn't hear him, yet he still felt like it was his duty to be with his brother and calm him through these difficult times. He stretched his arm forward hesitantly; afraid of the all to familiar feeling of nothing that would come. Just a few more inches. Alphonse's hand hovered over Edward's shoulder, unsure of whether or not to reach out to him. He knew it was hopeless, but Alphonse was not one to give up, even after all this time spent alone. It had been a little over a year since the promise day, and the memories of it still haunted him day and night, as they did his brother. He placed his hand down, his breath catching.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed, sorry for the shortness, please review if you have time!