Wish
It was most unlike Ed to call her and give her information about their search and how it was progressing, no matter how petty and useless- but, on that day at least, call her he did.
She almost dropped the telephone when she picked it up to hear his voice, of all people's, jabbering in her ear.
You'll never guess, Winry, listen to this, Al just told me what the first thing he wants to do when he gets his body back is, honestly can you believe it, all this time and it turns out I've got a little sister after all, although now that I think about it I guess it would explain a few-
Ed?
Hi Winry.
Why are you calling?
I was just saying, Al told me what he wants to-
I heard you the first time Ed, just tell me already.
She didn't have the patience for this. Ed sounded as though he could be more than a little intoxicated. Prior to this, she had thought that there was nothing more insulting than being told nothing about their travels. She had been wrong. There was something still more insulting, and she was experiencing it now.
Only being told tripe like this.
Ed continued heedlessly.
He said- and here Ed interrupted himself with a fit of convulsive laughter- he said that the first thing he wants to do, not have a party or go home as soon as possible or anything normal like that, is to- to eat apple pie.
Silence.
What kind of a girly wish is that?
Nothing but static.
Winry? Are you still there?
I have to go!
And with that she slammed the phone down as hard as she could and turned around, leaning against the wall with her hands over her face, breath choked in her throat. Tears squeezed themselves forcefully from beneath her clamped eyelids, and swelled out to trickle between her fingers, as she tried to contain herself. Her shoulders shook, barely visibly.
They were in Central on that momentous, world-shaking night, and once again Ed broke tradition and called her, his voice sounding strained and faint and hoarse with emotion, the connection crackling and fading so that it alternated between seeming a million miles away from her and right beside her ear.
It worked.
Winry never sent them packages- partly because she never knew which address they would be found at, but mostly because they didn't ask her to, and she feared that they would find it offensive, or patronising, or something. That was why they were so surprised when they found the brown cardboard box sitting on the threshold of their hotel room- with their names, followed by the address of Roy Mustang's military base, written carefully on the label, but no card or letter attached- and opened it to discover the largest, sweetest, most golden-brown apple pie in the world.
Author's notes: Based on chapter 62 of the manga. I LOVED that bit. It just screamed AlWin at me.
(For people that haven't read the manga, and who will obviously feel a bit confused at the moment, in that chapter Ed asks Al what he wants to do after getting his body back, and Al replies that he wants to eat apple pie. Ed laughs and calls him a girl and "Al-chan", and Al gets angry and says it's because Winry promised to make him apple pie :3)