Zinnsoldat, they named it, the Tin Soldier, in reference to their former service and in acknowledgement of their current uselessness.
"We don't need those little bastards. We'll make our own family."
As much as he loved his family, Alphonse Elric wouldn't have traded these moments alone for anything.
He hates the military. Maybe he doesn't. Roy and straight-line thinking aren't on speaking terms anymore, though he likes to pretend.
When the lines didn't matter, when the lungs weren't working in labor of sweet industry worlds, then it was so easy to see where they might be all born of the same blood.
The room had gotten hot and stuffy, and there was sweat on both of his hands, though the sheen on the automail had not come from his own body.
"Fuhrer my ass," Edward said. "He's still nothing but a perverted old man."
He was also certain that if he gave in and laughed, Edward would hang up and never speak to him again.
Wasn't young love grand, perfect as crystal, flawless as the summer overtures?
"...Sir..." he tried, beginning to compose himself again. "Don't you think...ah...that this isn't very professional of either of us?"
She laughs readily, but no one else, he's sure, has ever seen the double-takes with which she greets his successful deadpan strikes.
Pillow talk, with the Fullmetal Alchemist, was shop talk.
Humans were fools, and alchemists were the worst of the lot.
It was as if there was an invisible box Edward carried with him, keeping a careful several inches between him and the rest of the world at all times.
A small smile crept along her face--this visage made for mischief--and her tell-tale purple eyes narrowed.
"Come on," he snorted. "As if I could say no to Al AND Winly looking at me like that."
The kid had said she was into ... different things, but in all his years Greed could not recall ever having found eggs a helpful sex aide.
The smart thing to do would be to cut and run, but somehow that just didn't seem manly. And Ed was not going to look like a girl in front of this creep.
Endorphins then, that's what he's been missing.
Roy Mustang still doesn't entirely understand First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. Perhaps he never will.
A pure and virtuous soul was nothing short of surprising.
He would come to understand later that what she meant was, I’m stronger than you.
Really, who said that a woman's sex life had to end at 60? An experienced woman had a lot to offer, and Pinako was quite, quite experienced.
Roy could order her to stay home and rest, but he couldn't keep her from cleaning.
Roy was enchanted by the sound of her voice, pure like dewdrops in the morning.
He's been after her since the day they met. He'd been a newly-made Major and, at the time, the youngest State Alchemist ever. She'd been a Colonel going on Brigadier General.
“Envy,” she murmured in her brother’s ear. “I need a favor.”
Like a sudden flashback to younger years, both Hawkeye and Havoc realized that this was as good a time as any to experiment.
He underestimates the little things, like how long it will take him to put his socks on in the morning, and she comes up the stairs when breakfast is long since over to find him crouched over a torn stocking, blinking back furious tears...
"You are the only one who has acknowledged me," she suddenly whispered , "since he's been gone."
Eventually, Roy had to take things into his own hands. Was it really his fault that it had ended up so literal?
There was a lot to be said for experimentation, Ed thought later, when Al was curled up in his arms as Winry fussed in the bathroom.
She clung to him so tightly that his skin was white under her fingertips.
A hand was extended, and he finally, finally took it, even if he didn't use it to pull himself up.
He doesn't look anything like Roy, and she's not sure if that's good or bad.
The sheer naughtiness of it all was unexpectedly exciting, and she found herself trembling even before the cold steel met her skin.
There were faces more beautiful, and figures more perfect--he saw them all the time. But none had whatever it was that made him ache for her.
Somehow, this volunteer assignment wasn't starting out exactly the way she'd hoped it would.
Alphonse might not have been attractive in Envy's eyes, but what he currently represented was.
There was no need to go rushing off into anything now that he had his flesh and memories back and life was becoming a living experience.
They could profane the inner sanctum; it would be a perfect cat burglary. Her father would never know a thing.
Edward would speak to him, eventually. Any good dog would, and despite his obstinacy, the child could be trained.
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Ed loved his brother, and would take his company as a roommate over anyone in the world — except one; but he made a damn lousy substitute for a girlfriend.
The resemblance to the first set was so uncanny that had he not known better, Ling would have assumed she was a twin.
All the alchemical skill in the world didn't matter, he was learning, when it came to something like this.
Right. He saw their little game. They wanted to freak him out, break his mind into little pieces. He could resist.
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.