33 Proposals: "Phone Call"
Title: The Phone Call
Author: Jennifer Darknight (inuyashanohime)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Edward Elric x Female!Alfons Heiderich
Theme: (16) Shopping/Putting Groceries Away
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don’t own Fullmetal Alchemist. I just use these characters for my amusement sometimes. ^_^
Note: Takes place in an AU universe of my creation. XD
Winry had gotten the phone call when she was walking into the house, setting down the groceries and lying everything out on the counter, arranging things by where the hell to put it in the freezer.
It was a weird thing to not have Alfons home.
The house was too quiet…normally there’d be some sort of music on…or the sound of pages turning as the woman rummaged through her study tomes again. Even though she knew the stuff, she was vigilant, making Edward Elric’s study habits almost pale in comparison.
Speaking of Ed…they had met in the library, didn’t they?
Six years…time really does fly.
...Damn it, that phone wasn’t going to shut up!
If she kept the food out for too long, it was going to go bad, and Lord forbid if Alfons caught any bad food in her kitchen.
Oh well.
She sighed, grabbing the infernal thing, nearly knocking it off the hook as she balanced it with her neck and shoulder. Thank God the cord was long…or else she would have dropped that champagne bottle and that was the last thing she wanted to clean up.
“Hello, Rockbell and Heiderich residence…”
“Winry?”
Winry blinked. “Alfons?”
“Y-yeah. I’m sorry that I’m not home yet…but ah…s-something…c-came up.”
“ ‘came up’? Came up how?”
And why the hell was Alfons stuttering?
“Well…Edward showed up after class today, and offered to take me home…”
“…so you and him went off and…”
“It’s a little bit more than that, I think.”
Winry put a bag of apples in the drawer, twirling the phone cord around her finger.
“A bit more?”
“Ah…w-well…y-you see…um…we’re going to be leaving to go to the jewelry store in a few minutes…I just wanted to let you know that…w-well…I’m not going to be home until late tonight…maybe early tomorrow.”
Jewelry store? Why the hell would Ed, the man whose credo was ‘if a woman goes towards a jewelry store, stutter an excuse and run like a bitch’ dragging her off to the very place he openly told everyone he knew that he would openly avoid in the presence of a courting or interested female?
“Did something happen?”
“Sort of…”
“What do you mean ‘sort of’? Ed doesn’t just drag a girl to a place like that without good reason, Alfons! So come on! Tell me!”
“W-well…y-you see…”
“Come on, Alfons! Tell me, tell me!”
“…”
…
“…He asked.”
“Asked.”
“He asked.” A pause. “And I said yes.”
Asked…
Asked…
Asked.
Asked?!
“He asked…the question?!”
Alfons said nothing.
“Alfons, when was this?! He didn’t ask this today, did he?!”
“Winry, not so loud!”
“Well, did he?!”
“He…well…he did ask me, but…he was really nervous about it…stuttered and everything…and…well…”
“And so he asked you? He didn’t ask you in the car, did he?!”
“In the parking lot, actually…”
“Oh for the love of…!”
“Winry! It’s fine!”
“Well, he’s been with you for six damn years-you’d think he’d be romantic enough to…”
“Oh, don’t worry Edward-I’m just telling Winry that I’ll be home late.”
Winry blinked.
“A-Anyway…W-Winry…ah…I’m going to be home late, so…don’t wait up for me, all right? B-bye!”
…and then the phone went silent, a ring tone the only thing singing in Winry’s ear.
…Damn it, she still needed to put these groceries away.