Somehow, strangely, Elric reminded Alfons of his brother. Normally the resemblance was faint, something about the corners of the boys' eyes that looked like Eduard's, but now, as the golden-haired boy stared peacefully out the window, Alfons had to remind himself that his brother was in England.
Elric's normally sharp features had relaxed, angry golden eyes unfocusing and the edges of his face softening as his jaw unclenched. The countryside clicked past, mile after mile, and Elric just stared, not really seeing anything outside of the train.
Alfons hadn't noticed the transformation at first, but now that he had, he couldn't look away. Who was this person anyways? His concept of Elric had been simple, an angry, silent boy with a talent for chemistry and a hatred of Alfons, people who called him short, and his father. But now, just seeing the boy not angry had altered his perception.
Alfons was not normally the type of person to try to make friends with people who hated him, but Elric didn't look angry right now. So why not try to be his friend? "Um… Do you… Do you know how to play poker?"
Elric turned from the train window, surprised. Then he smiled. He smiled like a shark.
"I'm the poker king."
AN:
Yay! First story up! All of the stories in this collection were written during school. lol. I get all of my good ideas while I'm in class.
