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A/N: I know I should be working on at least one of my other seventeen or so stories, but I just had the urge to start something new. I'm not in much of a writing mood, at least not on anything I have already started. This is just a one-shot, and there will be no sequel, so it isn't a big deal. I will get back to other stuff soon…maybe.
My Al
"So, what brings you here, Edward?"
"Oh, hey Mustang. I'm here to pick up Al. He wanted me to meet him here at the station so that he had a friendly face when he came home."
"Well, with that look, I can promise he'll have a friendly face…though that look isn't exactly friendly… Pervert."
"Heh, learned from the best. You were always ogling the women…like you're doing right now with Hawkeye."
"Tch, I am not. Lt. Hawkeye is a coworker. I would never do something like that to her."
"Oh, and you sincerity is blinding. You can't fool me, ya shifty eyed bastard."
"Brother!"
"Al! I've missed you."
"Oh, Brother. I'm so happy to see you!"
"Hey, careful, Al. I'm still breakable. Not so rough."
"That's what she said…"
"Mustang, shut it. We didn't ask for commentary from the peanut gallery."
"Brother! You shouldn't be so mean to your superior."
"Sorry, Al."
"Apologize to Col. Mustang, Ed. He's done so much for us."
"Sorry, Col. Hey, I can be nice sometimes…"
"Don't get all defensive, small fry."
"WHO YOU CALLING A MICROORGANISM?!"
"Brother!!"
"Colonel Mustang, the Fuehrer needs to speak with you right away. He says that it is urgent."
"Thank you Lt. Hawkeye. Boys, if you'll excuse me."
"Of course, Sir. Tell the man 'bye', Ed."
"Bye."
"Impertinent brat."
"I heard that, Mustang!!"
"…"
"Al…"
"Yes, Brother?"
"Let's go home, okay?"
"Sure."
"And, Al…"
"Yes, Brother?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, Brother."
"Welcome home. I've missed you."
"Oh, Brother. I missed you too."
"I love it when you smile at me like that."
"…"
"Yeah…so I'm a sucker for a little blonde with a hot smile."
"Brother!"
"Come on, Al. Let's go."
"Oh, Brother!"
"Yes, Al?"
"Please, do that again. It felt great."
"Sure thing, Al. How about here?"
"Oh, that feels so good. I don't want you to ever stop."
"Al, it makes me feel good too."
"Really, Brother? I want to make you feel good."
"Then put your hand here. Yeah, like that."
"It feels weird…"
"That's okay…to me, it feels great."
"And, move like this?"
"…"
"Heh, I'll take that as a yes."
"…"
"Brother, is it okay if I do this?"
"Oh, Al!! Yeah…that's fine."
"What about this?"
"…"
"Brother?"
"…"
"Brother?"
"…"
"Edward! Are you okay?"
"…"
"Um…should I move my hand?"
"AL! Oh…Alphonse. I'm in heaven."
"Really, Brother? I did okay?"
"Yeah, Al. You did okay. Better than okay. I don't think I'll be able to walk."
"Oh, then should I get a doctor?"
"No, silly. It's a good thing. That's how I should feel."
"Like you can't walk?"
"I don't want to walk. I just want to lay right here, with you beside me."
"Oh, Brother. I love you."
"I love you too, Al. Hey, quit that yawning. You're going to make me sleepy too."
"Sorry, Bro-rother. I'm just so tired."
"That's okay, Al. Let's go to sleep."
"Ok. Are you going in to Central tomorrow?"
"If I can walk. You got me pretty good."
"I'm sorry, Brother."
"Don't be, Al. It's okay."
"Hold me?"
"Sure thing, Al. Night."
"Night, Brother."