"C'mon, pick up, pick up, pick up!" Ed chanted, pacing in little bounces around the house, too keyed up to stay still.

"Brother?"

Alphonse had scarcely gotten the word out before Edward was shouting. "He proposed! Al, Roy proposed! I'm getting married!"

There was a light laugh on the other end of the line. "I know, Brother. I was in on it—he wanted me to tape the proposal so you guys would have a memento."

A little put out, Ed giggled nevertheless. "You seriously already knew? And here I was hoping you'd be all surprised. Ah, I just can't take it! I'm so excited!" A thought occurred to him. "Wait…if you were in on it, then Roy had to tell you which station to tape…"

Alphonse chuckled. "Yeah. Pretty interesting show choice, Brother. A little…girly. Not that I'm surprised."

"Shut up!" Even with Al down the street rather than in the room, Edward was overly aware of his blush. "It's not girly—and what do you mean you're not surprised!?"

"Look, as hardcore as you like to act, Brother, you're such a softie."

"Am not," Ed pouted.

"You're pouting, Brother," Alphonse said gently, though the effect was pretty much ruined by his snickering. Edward was prevented from continuing the argument as Al kept going. "But that's beside the point—I have to know, did you cry?"

Edward grinned sheepishly, the expression melting into his voice. "Maybe a little. I was just so surprised, you know? I didn't think he'd ever be someone who would want to actually get married…and it was so sweet, how he did it, too."

He could hear Al's smile. "You've got quite the man there, Brother, I'll give you that."

Another giggle. This was getting ridiculous, but Ed just couldn't get rid of his bubbly attitude at the moment. "And what about you? Got a special girl yet?"

"You know I don't, Brother. We saw each other last week and you asked the same question."

"Well, a lot can happen in a week! And I'm curious—plus I wouldn't be surprised if you kept it to yourself until you thought it was serious."

"Kind of like how you didn't tell me you were gay?" Alphonse teased.

"That's different." Edward didn't really know how it was different, but was saved from having to defend his statement by the sound of the front door opening. "He's here!" he squealed. "Gottagobye!" The last words blurred into an unintelligible sound, but he was sure Al got it. He hung up and tossed the phone to the side, dashing into the living room.

Roy was standing just inside the closed front door, smiling wide. As soon as Ed rounded the corner, he opened his arms, and Edward (of course) threw himself at the man. A little too hard, maybe—Roy ended up being pushed against the door, but he didn't seem to mind, laughing and wrapping his arms around Ed's waist.

Edward couldn't stop smiling, couldn't stop laughing, and those silly tears were coming back again. He tiptoed up to kiss Roy, and once he started, he just couldn't stop, not until he was gasping for air.

As he tried to collect himself, Roy pulled away from him gently and, once again, got down on one knee and produced that wonderful, little blue velvet box.

"Stop it," Ed whispered shakily, still all smiles. "You're going to make me cry."

"Excellent—as long as it's in a good way," Roy answered. It didn't escape Edward's notice that the man was a little misty-eyed himself as he opened up the box and took the ring out, pulling Ed's hand to him. "I know you already said yes, but—again, will you marry me?"

Edward laughed breathlessly, using his free hand to wipe at his eyes. "What, you think I'll have changed my mind in ten minutes? Of course I will!"

And with that, Roy slipped the ring onto his finger, not pausing a beat before he stood and kissed Ed again, hard, over and over. Finally he slowed, and Edward leaned back just far enough to admire his new ring. The band was pure, bright silver, and in the middle were three clear, sparkling gems. The ring sat nicely on the fine line between feminine and masculine, with the stones just a little too obvious for a traditional man's ring, and the band a little too thick to be ladylike. Ed smiled.

"You like it?" Roy asked, watching him and raising a hand to push Edward's bangs back.

Ed looked up at him, eyes shining. "Yeah, you could say that." He poked Roy teasingly. "It's—ugh, this is going to sound so silly—it's beautiful!"

Roy laughed and grabbed Edward's hand, interlacing their fingers together. "I'm glad you like it—those are real diamonds, by the way. I have to admit, I was a little nervous—I was all for getting you a woman's ring, but the jeweler talked me out of it."

Rolling his eyes, Ed looked at Roy curiously. "I do have to ask—what made you ask? Don't get me wrong, I'm—I've never been this excited in my life! But I never thought you'd want to be married."

The man shrugged. "When I caught you watching that show, you started talking about marriage like it was the best thing in the world. I could tell it meant a lot to you, so I thought I'd go for it."

At this, Edward pulled back, just a little, forehead scrunching up. "I don't want this if you don't want it too," he said slowly.

Roy shook his head. "You misunderstand me. I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you—I love you, Ed. More than anything. All I'm saying is that seeing how excited marriage got you was like the final push."

Reassured, Edward nodded, his smile coming back effortlessly. "We're getting married," he stated simply, unable to hold back a giggle.

Roy's grin actually rivaled his. "Yep."

A spike of excitement suddenly had Ed bouncing again. "This is going to be great!" he squealed. "Ah, but there's so much to do! We have to pick a date, a place—do you think we should have a theme? That'll affect the other decisions…and we have to decide who all to invite and how in the world we're going to control everyone, I mean you and I have both seen how Jean can get when he gets a little drunk, and we'll have to set up decorations, and—oh! Reception! That means we'll have to choose the music and the food and everything—that reminds me, the cake! And then of course we'll have to get tuxedos—"

He was abruptly cut off by Roy's hand over his mouth, the man laughing as he silenced Ed.

Roy placed a hand over the boy's mouth, unable to keep himself from chuckling. But even though he was laughing, there was just a little thing bothering him. He hadn't been able to keep up with most of Edward's mile-an-hour speaking, but the last thing had caught him.

Tuxedos.

Of course—that was only natural. He was a guy, Ed was a guy; guys wore tuxedos to weddings. But all the same, that statement somehow came as a surprise to Roy. He had gotten this silly picture in his head of the blonde in a wedding dress, and had become oddly attached to it.

As his laughter gradually stopped, Roy lifted his hand from Edward's mouth, which was turned upward in a sheepish smile, and pushed the thought from his mind. "Breathe, Ed. We'll have plenty of time to do all that later."

"I know," the boy answered. "I just can't help it, I'm so excited!"

Roy's heart thumped at the expression on the blonde's face. He pulled Edward close, holding him as tight as he possibly could without Ed choking. "I know," he whispered in the boy's ear. "Me too."

How is it that writing this is making me more teary than my fics that are actually sad.

Who's with Roy? Who wants Ed in a dress?