E y e . t o . E y e
Rated T for Teen
(For blood and language)

- : Ed and Al see eye to eye as brothers, they face differences, get in fights, and resolve problems, work together. They see eye to eye. : -

Chapter One - High Spirits

It was a world like nothing they had ever imagined. This place called Munich. Located somewhere inside this country called Germany. But it had been quite a few years, and this place had grown familiar. Though, a year back, a boy named Edward Elric recalled the incident with the Thule Society, but it was over now. The Elric brothers had decided to team up and travel again, after what had happened to Alphons Heidrich. Every single time those two boys returned home, it was like being greeted by a family, even if there was not family there to greet them anymore.

"Uuugh...I hate this, Al..." Mutter the eldest teen, Edward. The nineteen year old, who had once worked under a man named 'Roy Mustang', sat down at the kitchen table, and hunched over, resting his head upon the wooden surface.

The one Edward had called 'Al', turned and gave his older brother a weary, encouraging smile. Alphonse Elric was his full name, brother by blood to Ed. He traveled around the wooden table and to the kitchen counter to begin to prepare and make food for the two of them.

"Now, Ed...you're thinking pessimistically, again. I mean, c'mon, brother...think positively. I'm sure things will turn out eventually." Alphonse assured his brother. Those two had been studying a lead that may take them home. Though they had promised to let go of it, to just move on and live here, those brothers were stubborn, and broke that promise. Ed and Al had just returned from the library.

It was true that it seemed like the brothers were having no progress at all, but they vowed never to give up. Digging into the fridge, his hand paused at the jug of milk in front of him and thought better of it. To be honest, the younger teen was surprised Edward hadn't tossed it out by now. Instead, he grabbed some left overs, hoping Ed wouldn't mind.

But as Al turned, he heard a knocking sound, and cast his glance to his brother. "Al...tell me why we went back to studying alchemy? I mean...it's pointless and useless!" He said, knocking his head against the wooden surface, grunting loudly, showing off the fact that he was tired and careless. It was late, and it was to be expected. But something was wrong with this picture; when was Ed the type to give up so easily? "There's only a select few books we can even read from and half of it's a pile of bullshit!" Ed said groaning. His stomach joined the groan with a loud growl.

Alphonse sweat dropped at his brother's words, giving a sympathetic grin to Ed as he started heating up the chicken. "We can't give up, though, brother...I mean, you could use alchemy before, remember? When we first opened the gate." He went to grab something to drink for them, faltering at his own words, own memories that came back to him. All that had happened...everyone that had been killed because he'd opened the gate...it had been so long, felt even longer after he'd gotten his memories back, but none the less it still haunted the boy. He gave a small shake of his head, a grin as he fetched out the milk and a few other bottles, setting them on the table. "Anyways, I'm sure we'll find something."

Ed's eyes tried to look to where the milk was set down, but that required moving his whole head. So through his current laziness, he lifted his head, eyes glaring at the milk. "I sure hope that milk

not for me..." His glared deepened as he made a sour face at the milk. The older teen desperately despised milk, and most of the dairy produce, but even more so, he hated the milk itself. What people never understood was why he hated it. Maybe it tasted weird? Maybe it was the place on a cow it came from...one would never know.

Al looked slightly startled at the question, a grin sheepishly attaching to his lips. He hesitantly moved the milk closer to his side of the table, relieved to hear Ed's sigh of relief. "Huh? Oh...heheh, don't worry Ed, it's...it's not for you." He said with another sweat drop to hang from the back of his head. "U-uh..." Al pressed to a different topic, "You know, brother...maybe we should travel just a little further, I mean, what's the harm of it? So what if we don't find anything, we'll just keep trying." The boy pulled out the leftover chicken and mashed potatoes, frowning slightly. It had been a long while since those two had actually stumbled across something that was useful to them...and...well, it was looking grim, like the more they searched, the more it looked like wouldn't be able to use alchemy again.

Edward shifted so his head was resting against the wooden finish of the kitchen table top. "Perhaps. But we'll have to look further into it when we have the time. Plus...we have no car or anything, and honestly...I'm getting sick of walking. And don't you even DARE...call me lazy, Al!!" Ed growled, making a fist before a long sigh escaped his mouth, letting his hand become limp and fall to the table. He pushed himself back up, putting himself into a sitting position in his wood-bound chair and letting out a slight grunt. "If only this world had actually went and developed alchemy, then maybe, just maybe we'd be able to use it. It's so different...yet so close to our original home." Ed said, eyes cast to Al while he pulled the food out of the heated contraption known as an 'oven'.

These were the roaring 1920s, the years where of the Industrial Revolution in many of the countries in the world. And right about now, Germany was a big factor in it. While the wars were proceeding, and the Holocaust were still in movement, slowly progressing on...the boys were still clueless in what they were planning to do in the near future if they never did succeed in returning. Hell, they didn't even know what they were going to do if they did happen to succeed. So, here they were, back to studying rocketry and alchemy ad the near same time.

"Y...yeah, I guess you're right." Al mumbled with a sigh, snatching bread from the counter, and placing the plates in front of his brother. "But, Ed...what do we do now?" Slowly, he dropped into his own chair, staring down into his plate. This world, it was so...so different. He remembered the first time he'd turned and seen himself older and...different, lying dead. Over time, he adjusted, but he never gave up hope that maybe...they'd find a way back home.

Now Ed, being 19, still had this childish tendency to talk with his mouth full. Shrugging, he did just that. With a mouth full of chicken, he spoke, saying, "I'm not sure, Al," he swallowed, closing just one eye and grinning, his fork pointed at Al. "But, I'm sure we'll find something. Just give me time to locate another book on alchemy or something."

Alphonse gave a light nod and another weary sigh, poking his fork around his food. Ed was right, he guessed they'd just have to keep going, do what they did best...move forward. Move forward, and walk, hoping that maybe...just maybe, things...would turn out...

"Alright." He said, trying to his best to sound optimistic. His brother needed the pushing to get him to his feet faster. The boy had a tendency to fall to his knees at certain times, so Al would always be there to push him to his feet again.

But...it had been the oddest thing; this last year. Alphonse might've been abe to eat and sleep, breath and touch, and for three years even, but...before, he hadn't remember just how desperately he missed it. All these sensations suddenly became a new fragrance to his life style, and even after a whole year or so after regaining his old memories, it was still nice to be able to sit down, feel the silverware between his fingers, and taste the food he missed for so long...ever if things weren't at their highest points...

A/N: Well, ain't is grand? It's my very first fanfic on this particular account. I'm so glad I have Mozilla FireFox, it's so helpful for finding spelling errors!! My computer's a retard, so it doesn't have Microsoft Word Processor, which, evidently, pisses me off. -.- Hi! OwO