NC Ace: -salute- I had trouble deciding between a RoyXRiza fic, or EdXWinry fic. Heck, my first decision was what anime should I do? Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles, or Fullmetal Alchemist? Then I decided on Fullmetal Alchemist. Now's the second problem. But here's the solution. The imfamous Fullmetal Alchemist, and his childhood friend, his mechanic!

Ah yes...Uh. I don't know Winry's real favorite color, So if I'm wrong, just ignore it please! Oh, and this little collection of...uh. Stories? are of colors.

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Silver

Silver, the color of auto-mail, and the color of all the tools that the female blonde used to make it. Silver, Winry's favorite color. But it also was the color of metal. Cold, and hard.

She had visited him in the hospital, just because of his birthday, to be dragged out to Elicia's party by Hughes. But the thrill of seeing his childhood friend had been enough. The familiar corn colored blonde hair, and the sapphire blue eyes. All of it was all too familiar to him.

With that fond memory in mind, Edward Elric set out to buy the blonde mechanic a present. Her birthday present. It had to be perfect. And as he knew well, she was crazy about machines. From a State Alchemist's watch, to the latest tools. Winry just got that sparkle in her eyes, whenever she saw something clanking, ticking, or anything silver.

The Elric brothers had visited. Oh how happy she was when she had seen them, from the balcony of her home. The welcoming sight of golden hair, amber eyes, the short alchemist. Along with his brother, the tall, and looming suit of armor, that he was. Yet, the metallic shell sheltering a warm sweet kind soul, that belonged to that younger brother of his. They had visited. Breaking away from their busy schedule that belonged to the Philosopher's stone. All for her birthday.

Edward entered a store, selling tools.

No, she already had that. No, it was too old. No, she didn't like it. No, I got it for her last year... None of these were it. That perfect present he had to give her for her birthday. The Silver was too cold for her. Her slightly pale, unblemished, warm skin. The warm feeling he had when around her. No, Silver wasn't it this year.

Yet...he still wanted to see that sparkle...

When younger, silver was always it.

But now, no. It isn't.

Walking out with another disappointed sigh, he saw a small stand. The vendor selling little trinkets. The blonde alchemist walked over, hands in his pockets, and snooped about. Yes. This was perfect. No silver for her this year.

A small ruby colored tresure chest. A heart engraved into the lid, with small, miniscule pearls encircling it. Trimmed with Mother of Pearl.

Yes. It was just right. Red, passionate, and firey. Just like that personality of hers.

Maybe it was his obsession with the Dark bloodred Philosopher's Stone, that got Edward to pick it up. Maybe. But this was it. This was the present he was going to get for her. He hoped to see that sparkle once more.