Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. I own a little plastic figurine of Winry, but that's about all. Characters are used without permission and not for profit. It's just something for me to do with my time, okay? XD

Hunger
By Misaoshiru

We have been traveling for what seems like days on end now on this same train, and what sucks is that we're probably just off on another wild goose chase for the Philosopher's Stone. I'm starting to wonder if the stupid thing even exists, but… It has to! For Al, and for Mother. I'm sure our mother would want us to keep going and not waste time grieving over her death, but it's so hard sometimes. I want with all of my heart to make her proud of me and Al. I wish we hadn't been so dumb back then; we knew human alchemy was forbidden, and now we are suffering for it. It makes me wish I could go back in time and set things right, but that's impossible. Besides, we are alchemists, not miracle workers or anything like that.

I rummage through our food bag. It's empty, and I had already known it was, but I guess I just wanted to believe that there may have been another roll left hidden in its folds somewhere. But there is nothing, and I hadn't really thought there would be. "I'm so hungry I could eat a horse," I mumble. "We'd better get there soon…"

"I kinda wish I was hungry…"

"Huh, Al?"

"Well, it's just that I haven't felt anything in a long time. I mean, I can live with out pain, but I can't feel the softness of a puppy's fur; I can't taste a yummy sweet roll." He looks back at me, and I guess he's embarrassed to be complaining like that, so he says, "I'm sorry, brother; it's not so bad. At least we're still together, and at least I can still feel emotions. I can be happy, and that's all that matters, right?"

I can tell, however, that that isn't all that matters to him, and he still is sad at not being able to feel things. "It's alright, Al. Don't you worry, we'll get your body back." Somehow.