And while he didn't know the Niisan that had been to hell and back again with a grin on his face, he knew his Niisan, and he knew that prison was not at all where he belonged.
There is grass growing on the cinders, ivy covers the old stones.
As it got later, Al could hear the night in the strange world deepen. Nights of terror, here, a country full of dead people.
ROY: [calmly] If drinking means acting like an idiot the way you are, I'm going to pass.
They were good boys, and smart, and she trusted them to stay mostly out of trouble. Mostly.
"You'd be dangerous if you ever figured out what you wanted, Fullmetal."
Who was waiting for him? He tried to remember, but his mind wasn't working quite right at the moment.
As much as he loved his family, Alphonse Elric wouldn't have traded these moments alone for anything.
"I want to bring father back for her," Al had whispered the week before Christmas fell.
But last night I dreamed of Teacher, standing in a brightness like sunlit mist, holding out her arms to me, smiling gently.
I had offered him something he couldn't deny, something he couldn't refuse: the blink of salvation and a flesh-and-blood body for his brother.
Al should've never told his mother the box was a present for Winry.
He's seen quite enough of the military hospital in Central, and much as he likes the nurses, he was still glad when he thought they were through with it.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
Falling back into the sun-warmed grass, Al smiled to the skies, offered them his hopes and dreams on a gilded platter of golden eyes.
Let me start by saying that I love my grandchildren. Actually, they’re my great great grandchildren, but that’s repetitive and makes me sound old, so screw that.
Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.
And everyone knows, when a homunculus is in trouble, there’s only one place to go!
It took you long enough to make your call. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten how to work a phone.
Yes, something was amiss, and Roy Mustang was going to find out what.
Of course he came through the window.
Sometimes Al thinks that somewhere back in the Armstrong family tree lurks an alchemical accident in a sequin factory.
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
If Al could have frowned suspiciously, he would have. Instead he relied on his expressive vocal stylings as he propped his brother upright. “What’s in that glass, Brother?”
Al waited to say something until Ed's hair brushed his shoulders.
The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
All the alchemical skill in the world didn't matter, he was learning, when it came to something like this.
Some of the details he needed, of course, they wouldn't have; no non-alchemist would know. And most of the details they had, he didn't want.
It would be a shame if the future Fuhrer got himself killed over something as trivial as a chess game.
The blond shook his head lightly, probably in amusement, "I'm really sorry but he's normally not like this to strangers but your resemblance? is very striking, Roy."
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
And if he did forget mom's face, what would be next? Her voice? Her smile? The color of her eyes?
It was a big world out there, full of more possibilities than either of them could dream of.
You've only been awake for thirty-six hours, staged a coup, fought a bunch of monsters and nearly died a few times. It's not as if you've had a tough day.
rated:M-L-V | GEN | Mangaverse | post-series | SP: up to ch 108 | DF: ch 105 | Dr Marcoh | Alex Louis Armstrong | Alphonse Elric | Cdr Grumman | Dr Knox | Edward Elric | Riza Hawkeye | Roy Mustang | death | mystery
I could sleep here, soundly, knowing that I followed in his footsteps, lay in the same beds, held the same forks and glasses, and spoke with the same people he had protected.
Hope — he could almost reach out and touch that hope, hours away, maybe, just a few ticks of the clock and an array or two later and it could be real.
“You just need to make it clear to him that he may have an opinion on the matter, but in the end, you’re the one who’s going to be doing all the work. Roy and I had that discussion months ago, and he’s been very cooperative ever since.”
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
If Al hadn't known how often the older boy feigned unconsciousness in order to stave off these visits, he might have been fooled.
"You. Boy by the window who's been doodling all the way through. What would be the result of this equation?"
It was the first official meeting of the Big But Not Scary Club.
She'd barely managed not to wail But it's Yoletide! and prove herself both spoiled brat and country bumpkin.
And when you held your breath, where did you keep it, in your lungs or your mouth or your throat?
Ed remembered that Al's first word was 'Mama', and his second one was 'Niichan'.
Brother likes to pretend that he doesn't care what goes on in the military unless it directly affects him. Or, you know, directly offends him. One or the other.
What do you know, he wanted to scream, what do you know about my brother, what he’s gone through and how far he’s — we’ve — come?
Al's slightly hollow voice positively echoed with embarrassment but he bravely soldiered on...