The best way to travel across the country is the train system. It is fairly reliable even in cold weather, and it stretches from one end of the country to the other, almost as far as Ishbal. Traveling through every major city and every trading town, it can be assumed that a train will be able to take you to nearly every place you wish to go for a reasonable price. Therefore, it is the major transportation system of the country and nearly all of its inhabitants put it to use.
Edward takes to train rides like a fish to water. Many people find that it gives them motion sickness, but Edward falls asleep as if the natural rocking of the train is the rocking arms of his mother. He sleeps gently on trains, never tossing or turning like he does sometimes in bed, begging his mother for forgiveness, his brother for forgiveness; he lays on his side and pillows his head on his right arm, his shirt riding up as he slides his left hand over his stomach. Alphonse always sighs then, and stands up to reach to his brother, pulling his shirt down again while murmuring that his brother always exposes his stomach. Edward grumbles without waking in response.
There are other ways to pass the time, and Edward and his brother make use of them, playing first chess, and later, poker. They talk about everything and nothing on the train; somehow, although they are always together, when Edward feels talkative there is always a subject to talk about. But there are times when they are silent, and they both look out the window and watch the scenery go by. There are times when they are silent, and Edward sits next to his brother and leans against his side, his gaze distant.
When they are alone in the passenger car, the silence is both natural and oppressive. Although both Edward and Alphonse pretend to be stronger than they are to each other, the elder to protect his younger brother, the younger to avoid worrying the elder, they have seen each other's worst. Yet, together they sit, alone on the train, and a sigh and a smile can pass between them and so much can be set right; together they sit, but so much is left unsaid, and each brother aches to say something, but they dare to voice nothing.
Sometimes, Edward says that they spend too much time on trains.
Sometimes, Al agrees.