Disclaimer: I do not own FMA or its characters/settings/etc. in any way, whatsoever, as much as I wish I did. If I did, I would already have made it royAi, at least three seasons, fluffy, and it wouldn't be titled FMA.
When they were younger, their parents would let them go to Gem Park. She and her two blonde playmates would frolic around. It wasn't even a park really, just a secluded area with a lake and a bunch of hills. There was a row of swings. Still it was a gem to them, and Ed had very blatantly named it Gem Park.
On a few visits when the boys had managed to ditch her to go play their own, "no-girls-allowed," games, she rode on a select tire swing attached to a tree. When she was ten, long after the images of parents had been tragically erased from their lives, she a saw a pretty blonde haired woman and a rather handsome man with black hair walking together.
The man had on khaki pants and a white button up shirt on. He had black eyes, but they were warm with motion, and they never once left the woman. The woman had a white blouse and a brown knee length skirt. He tawny brown eyes danced, along with her lips, saying something. He gave her a big grin, saying something about a shorter skirt, while puling up the hem of her skirt. The woman gave a small scowl, and then the man got up and smiled, taking hold of her hand.
They walked over to the small cluster of trees. The lady leaned her head against the man's shoulder, and the man had his arm around her waist. The man kissed the woman's forehead, and she in return planted a kiss on his lips.
She smiled at the thought of a happy couple in this world.
When Ed and Al came back later that day, she told them of the couple.
"Jeesh Win, I don't really care about a bunch of grown up getting mushy and googly eyed over each other," he said rudely.
"Hm, I wonder if anyone will ever kiss me like that," she wondered aloud.
"Well, definitely not brother, no matter how much he wants to-" Al started to say.
"Shut up!" Ed snapped, hitting Al in the head.
Ed had stomped off, jamming his hands into his pockets. She and Al just shrugged and followed Ed home.
Winry smiled just thinking about that day. Now she was eighteen, Al thirteen, and Ed, eighteen, ever short.
"Winry! Come here!" Al called.
She turned around, and Ed looked up from his book.
She, Edward, and Alphonse walked over to a tree, where there was a cat.
"Al, a cat?" she and Ed asked, irritated.
"Al, I thought it was important," she said.
"Well, it was stuck."
Ed, now disgruntled, climbed up the tree and freed the cat from its self made jail. He practically threw the cat down at Al, who reprimanded his brother's roughness. The older blonde started to climb back down, when he stopped.
"Hey Win, check this out."
"Hm?" she walked to up.
There in the bark, about seven feet up, there was a heart, and engraved inside were two initials. R.M. and R.H.
Ed, Al, and Winry gave each other a long, long look.
"Could it be," Ed said.
"The General," she prompted.
"And the Lieutenant," Al finished.
Then after a moment of silence, they cracked up.
"Nah," Ed laughed, "besides the Lieutenant has to be barking mad to go out with a guy like that."
But Ed hadn't reported to Central for his assessment yet this year.