Edward could hardly contain his excitement. Pretty much everything that had to do with wedding planning was fun (stressful, yes, but also a great time), but getting to stuff Al into a bunch of different suits until he liked one was going to be a highlight, he just knew it. Will all that anticipation, Ed found himself bouncing lightly on the car seat, staring out the window and eager to see the store approaching.

"Stop that!" Alphonse ordered for the umpteenth time. "You're making me nervous!"

"Why nervous? This is going to be great!" Edward snickered.

"Yeah, great for you, which makes me really nervous," Al groaned, poking Ed in the ribs. "I just don't want you to have too much fun."

"When did you get so boring, Al?"

"Now, Ed," Roy admonished from the front seat, pulling into a parking space. "I thought you were going to keep Alphonse in a good mood so he would put on the dresses…"

Edward, who had just pushed open the car door, almost fell onto the pavement because he was laughing so hard; Al's face was priceless.

"You're kidding, right?" his brother asked, looking panicked.

"Yes, he is, relax," Ed chuckled, picking himself up and dusting off his shirt.

"Good," Alphonse breathed, climbing out of the car as well now that he knew he wasn't in any danger. "It's just, I wouldn't put it past you—"

"Please, it's not me you have to worry about," Edward snorted. "Roy's the one who keeps wanting to stick people in dresses."

In response to Ed's accusation, Roy merely shrugged helplessly. "I'm not apologizing."

"So does that mean you're wearing a dress, Brother?" Al asked, though he quickly backtracked once he caught sight of Edward's glare. "I mean, in all seriousness, shouldn't we be shopping for a suit for you, first? Since Roy has his, and all…"

Ed sighed at the reminder that he still didn't know what he was going to be wearing when he got married. It was just, he hadn't seen anything he really liked…he wanted (though he would never admit it aloud) that magical moment when he fell in love with his outfit—after all, he wanted to feel spectacular on his wedding day. And so far, all the suits seemed so…blah. Nothing inspired a spark in him. Brushing Alphonse off, Edward merely replied, "I'll get some inspiration from today, don't worry."

Leaving no room for retort, Ed pushed open the doors to the store and walked inside, immediately running over to a rack of white suits. With Roy in black, Al couldn't very well wear the same color…

"Uh, Brother, shouldn't you be the one wearing white?"

Edward snorted as he began going through the jackets. "White is for virgins, Alphonse." He spared a glance back to assess the impact of that statement and was pleased to see that Al was bright red.

"A-are you insinuating that I'm a virgin?" he stammered.

"Maybe." Ed turned to look at his brother. "But mostly I'm just saying I've in no way earned the right to wear white."

"Yeah, well, you could anyway…"

Edward waved him off and kept looking at the rack, speaking in a rush. "Look, your options are pretty much silver and white, I think blue might be a little too much, especially since Roy's wearing mainly black and blue and blue's such an intense color, and I want to keep the scheme fairly limited so everything matches, so hush."

There was silence in the room for a moment as the trio went about looking for a suit for Al. Then Roy spoke up. "Ed, this is going to sound stupid, but how formal are you wanting to be?"

Edward turned, eyebrows raised to see Roy holding something behind his back. "Considering it's our wedding, you mean…?"

The man laughed. "Okay, yeah, I know, but what if Al wasn't wearing a jacket, just the dress shirt, tie, and vest?" As he spoke, he pulled out a vaguely shiny, silver waistcoat. "I know it would be a lot of black, but this would look really great against a black shirt, and with a blue tie? That way it's kind of the reverse of me, cause I've got a blue shirt and silver tie…"

Now thinking, Ed brought a finger to his mouth and crossed his arms. "I like it…but you're right, I am concerned about all the black."

Alphonse looked back and forth between them. "Do you two see yourselves right now?"

He was ignored. "We could hold it up against a black suit, yeah?" Roy suggested. "See how it works?"

"Yeah, okay," Edward agreed, heading further back into the store. "Did you find a black shirt?" he called back.

"Yup."

Ed scanned the room, quickly spotting a black jacket that had accidentally been thrown into a room of navy. Whatever, that wasn't his problem—he pulled it down off the rack and turned back to see Roy wrestling a dress shirt into the vest.

"Sorry," the man muttered. "I wanted to get an idea—there!" Successful, he held up the set.

"Here, Al, hold this," Ed instructed, handing his brother the jacket and examining them side by side. "It's still a lot of black…but you're right, that does looks pretty perfect…I just want it to be clear that Al's the best man, and you're the groom."

"Well, if I'm the only one wearing a full out tux, that should be clear enough, right?"

"Do I get any say in this?" Alphonse asked.

"Nope," Edward answered, sticking his tongue out. "But you can go try it on, I'll try to find you a tie to match…"

Roy handed over the waistcoat and shirt to Al, while the latter rolled his eyes. Still, he didn't complain as he headed into a dressing room.

"You're not going to let him say no, are you?" Roy murmured, sliding close to Ed.

"Nope," Edward said again. "You were spot on, it looks great. Besides, it's not like it won't fit him or look good, it's just a typical dressy outfit, right? Nothing special that would complicate anything. I just couldn't leave here without making him try something on."

"I heard that, Brother!" Al shouted, his voice muffled as it came through the door.

"Oops," Ed drawled, not remotely sorry.

"Al's right, though," Roy decided abruptly. "We've got to get you figured out now."

Edward barely suppressed a groan. He knew. "We'll get Gracia settled first—"

"Ed, you can't just put it off.

"I get it, okay?" Edward complained. "But it's hard. You've worn suits before, you look fucking fabulous in a tux, and you're all super confident. With me, it just feels weird. I—"

"Um, not to interrupt this conversation," Al began carefully. "But do you want to know how this looks or don't you?"

Glad for the distraction, Ed turned to his brother, an approving grin creeping onto his face. "Perfect. Roy, you should have gone into fashion."

Beside him, Roy pushed his hip out to the side, posing ridiculously. "Really? I think modeling's more my thing, personally…" With that, he broke into a ridiculous walk, sashaying and strutting across the room. Edward giggled, torn between amusement and a weird sort of approval.

"I swear I will walk out on you!" Alphonse threatened, turning away and acting sick, though Ed could see him holding back laughter.

"Go ahead, we have the outfit picked out, we don't need you," Edward replied, sticking his tongue out as Roy came back from the opposite end of the room.

"What's wrong, Al, don't like my walk?"

"Not particularly, no…"

Letting out a last laugh at Roy's fake pout, Ed motioned for Alphonse to go back into the dressing room. "Go on, get out of those clothes so we can buy them."

Al did as he was bid, rolling his eyes as Edward wrapped his arms around Roy's middle.

"So," the man asked, tone conversational. "Did you like my walk?"

"Very much," Ed whispered, butting his head into Roy's ribs. "How come you've never shown me before?"

"Well, I have to keep some things a surprise. It'd be boring if you knew everything about me." Roy brought his hand up and around to run a finger along Edward's jaw.

"'Kay guys, I'm ready," Alphonse said, coming out of the changing room. "Let's get going before you two can continue this conversation, alright?"

Edward was almost asleep when Roy murmured his name. Moaning a yawn, Ed rolled over so that he was facing the man. "Hm?"

"I'm…concerned."

Blinking a little, Edward looked up to see Roy's face in the dim light. "Why?"

"Because of your clothing situation for the wedding—now, hear me out!" the man added hastily as Ed rolled his eyes, huffing. "I know it means a lot to you to be getting married, and I've never been more excited for anything…but I want you to be happy. And I don't think you can be like that unless you're comfortable with what you're wearing."

Edward shifted, uncomfortable with how true that was. "It'll work itself out, Roy."

"You don't really believe that."

"Fine, I don't, okay?" Ed paused. "But what am I supposed to do? I just have to keep trying suits until I find one that works."

"No," Roy said slowly. "You don't."

Edward didn't dare to ask, merely looking at the man, waiting for him to explain.

"Ed…you could just wear a dress."

Edward sat up, gritting his teeth against the swirl of emotions inside of him. He couldn't look at Roy. "You're really serious, aren't you?"

"Well, yeah. I know it sounds stupid, but you love that dress show, don't deny it, and I thought maybe you would actually prefer that to a suit—"

"No!" Ed snarled. "I get it, I'm not stupid—you wish I was some fucking girl, right? You love me but deep down inside you want a woman, don't you? To see me in a dress and pretty, well if I'm that much of a problem—"

"Edward Elric, calm down!" Roy shouted, sitting up as well and grabbing Ed's face so that they were eye to eye. "That has nothing to do with it. I've told you over and over, I'd never want you to be a girl." Edward sniffed, angry tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. That was bullshit. "I mean it, Ed!" Roy insisted, seeming to read Edward's mind. "No girl could ever be what you are to me, there's no way I could ever feel the same way about a lady. And you know I think you're gorgeous, hell, half of my day is spent trying to not get too close to you in public because it's just so hard to help myself from running my hands all over you."

"You sound like an idiot," Ed hiccupped.

"Well, so do you. Do I think you would be hot as hell in a dress? Yeah, but you always are. I just think you would enjoy it."

Edward refused, flat out, to even entertain that possibility—though, it was impossible to prevent the brief flash in his mind of himself in a white dress…Okay, fine, fuck trying to pretend, he wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. Because Roy was right, he loved wedding gowns, they were breathtaking and pretty much the icing on the wedding cake. There was still a problem, though. "Roy, I'll wear a dress for you any other time. Really, I will. But I can't—not to the wedding—there's going to be so many people!"

The man was silent for a moment, moving his hands up to rest on Edward's upper arms. "For just a moment, Ed, pretend we were, I dunno, eloping. It's just you, me, and the minister. Would you wear a dress then?"

Flushing darkly, Edward only muttered his answer. "Yeah, probably."

"So do it."

"It's not that simple—"

"It is!" Roy's face was determined, eyes shining even in the darkness. "This is your day, Ed. Fuck everyone else. If you want to wear a dress—and I think somewhere in your mind you know that's exactly what you want, which is why the suits all feel wrong to you—then do it. They don't matter. If anyone laughs, you can kick 'em where it hurts and throw them out the door."

"We'd end up with no guests."

"Ed, I'll go around and tell people I'll have to demote them or something if they laugh. You do what you want."

Edward's heart was pounding in his ears. This was beyond embarrassing—the idea of wearing girls' clothing in front of so many people was terrifying, and fear wasn't an emotion Ed was overly used to. But at the same time…the tuxes were so bad. He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak; he coughed, and tried again. "I'm not promising anything."

Lips crashed against his own, excitement conveyed through a kiss. "So you'll at least try to find one?" Roy confirmed, breathless, as they broke apart.

"Yeah, I'll go looking." Ed felt a strange mixture of emotions as he spoke, like he was dancing in a meadow next to someone digging his grave. He lowered himself back onto the bed, snuggling quietly into Roy's hug.

It wasn't until the man's breathing had (finally!) calmed that Edward spoke. "Roy?"

Just as he expected, Roy was groggy. "Wha'?"

"If I wear a dress, be forewarned…I'm doing this my way."