2hey all!
ive been wanting to write something like this for a while, and i had a spare moment, so this is the result.
first fullmetal alchemist fic-dont kill me ;D
little AU, in this one, ed can still do alchemy, but he got his arm back.
disclaimer:if i owned FMA, winry and ed would have kissed in the last chapter/episode. ;)
hope you enjoy! :D
There it was.
Sitting on the table next to his bed, the condensation glinting teasingly in the artificial light of the hospital.
The bane of his exsitance.
Milk.
"Edward," a certain blue-eyed mechanic said menacingly from the opposite side of the room (next to his brothers bed)
"aren't you forgetting something?" He looked down on the tray sitting on his lap, one that was now devoid of food.
"Doesn't look like it, Winry. Why?" Ed smirked at her, challenging her.
She took the challenge.
"Well, I see that you left your milk."
"Yeah, so?" she scowled.
"Ed! You know that if you don't drink your milk, you'll be a shrimp forever!"
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO TINY HE COULD USE A SPARK AS A BONFIRE? IM TALLER THAN YOU NOW,I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW! "
"SO? YOU STILL HAVE TO DRINK IT!"Ed snorted as winry walked around the comatose Alphonse' bed to stand beside his.
"Make me." he stuck his tounge out, and winry got a spark in her eye.
"Bring it." she picked up the bottle of milk, downed half of it and then she kissed the bewildered alchemist, forcing the white liquid from her mouth to his.
"-Ke me." Alphonse opened his eyes slightly, being immidiately blinded by the harsh hospital light. He heard footsteps go around his bed, and he sighed quietly, intruiged.
"Bring it." a feminine voice, very familiar said smugly, and al was confused. Bring what?
"MMPH?" his eyes popped open, skinny limbs flying up into a battle stance as he scanned the room, surprised at what he found. There was no attackers in sight, only Winry, who was hovering over his brother, lips locked on his, one hand buried in his golden hair and another cluching a half empty bottle of milk. Edward had his skinny, newly recovered arm hanging limply off the bed, but his other was wrapped around Winrys waist, pulling her onto him.
"BROTHER? WINRY?" then, there was black once ripped her lips from Ed's, and the paused for a moment, then both yelled the same thing as they turned crimson.
"AL!"
Just how long had he been out, anyway?
hahahahahhahaha pathetic attempt at humor, hope you enjoyed it!
reveiws would be nice :)