Title: Silver and Gold

Author: fullmoon'11

Characters: Alphonse and Edward Elric, mentions of the others

A/N: After a long hiatus, I can now announce a new story.


If Ed is gold, Al is silver.

His appearance, a mixture of his father's hair and his mother's face, combined with his odd eyes of muted gold, is softer than his brother's angled chin and piercing eyes. His mannerisms, the way he walks, the way he converses, the way he smiles, is reminiscent of his mother, Trisha Elric.

It is he who accepts his father as a Philosopher's Stone first, he who understands more May Chang's plight, he who comforts those in need. None are exempt from his kindness.

Even the cats.

He is malleable in his decisions, easily influenced by other factors in making choices. However, he never fails to listen to anyone's advice and consider it seriously.

That day long ago, he lost his body. But he gained a greater understanding, an indestructible shell for his delicately bound soul, and grief, sorrow, and fear. Grief for his mother, dead of sickness at such a young age, sorrow for the imperfect human they created in the basement that stormy night, and fear for the future, for their future.

That night, as he rushed to Granny Pinako's house, his heart was filled with fear for his dying brother, whose heart beat but slowly as he ran over, feeling his brother's life flow out of his stump of an arm and leg. His brother, who seemed so fragile at that moment.

His brother, who was so strong.

On that day, he had lost an arm and a leg. But he gained knowledge, answers to questions even his father searched for in vain, an end, and a beginning. The end of his life as he knew it, carefree days spent in the shade under the trees by the river, and the beginning of a wonderful adventure. The beginning of a long journey of self-discovery, of healing, of heroism, of love, light, and laughter, of fear and anxiety, of joy. The beginnings of a fullmetal heart.

He had undergone automail surgery and lived to tell the tale. He stood on his own two feet - well, a flesh foot and human foot - and taken his first steps ten months after that. The house burned like fire, like flame, like the determination that burned in his chest to never look back.

He is inflexible, stubborn as a mule and with a kick like one to boot. He doesn't often listen to advice, but the advice he gives is invaluable.

It is he who never truly accepts their father for who he is, until the fight with the Homunculus under Central. He never understand why Winry must attack him and only him with a wrench every time he returns home (though he's seen her cry silently at her worktable when she thought she was alone).

His appearance, a carbon copy of his father's when he was that age, blazes like the sun. His bright golden eyes are oddly catlike, his chin sharp and angled, his gaze piercing. His mannerisms, the way he walks, the way he converses, the way he grins and scowls and snarls, is exactly like his father, Van Hohenheim.

If Al is silver, Ed is gold.


Whoa... It's changed. My writing, that is. From my first fanfic, "The End of Prussia", to this.