Sure, not exactly a creative plot, but I was bored. Yay for my boredom. Don't hate me.
The year was 2007. Thanksgiving had just ended, and the snow and the cold was almost too much for Edward to bear. In the years he'd lived in this world, he hadn't aged a bit. It baffled him beyond belief, but not a wrinkle appeared on his features. He didn't develop arthritis, or any other sort of disease that came with age.
After Alfons had died, Ed had given up all hope of ever returning to Amestris. Tired of living in Europe, he traveled to the Americas, where he lead a calm life of a scientific engineer in California. Actually, he never stayed with one job, and was always hopping from one University to another to conceal the fact that he never aged.
This world confounded him. People would often stop him in the streets to say "Great Edward cosplay!" and then go on their way. He'd wondered what that meant, and so he'd gone to try to find out just what the heck they were talking about. When he'd found the anime, he was absolutely stunned at it, and the way that it chronicled his life so well. Except, of course, for the movie. That wasn't even remotely true, except for his finding Alfons.
However, he tried to not let him bother him. Actually, he got quite used to it, and only accepted it as one of the quirks of the world. Only a month before, he'd quit one of his jobs, having been working their for five years. People had begun to question his age, but he'd politely shrug off the question, and decided that it was time for change. The only trouble was that there were no more facilities in California he hadn't already worked at. So, he decided to change state.
Edward sighed with relief as he exited the airport, his only luggage being the duffle bag that was slung over his shoulder. He removed a map from the back pocket of his jeans, opening it up to study the island. He'd decided to move to Hawaii; Oahu, to be exact. He was due for a meeting with a school that he hoped to be soon working at. Over the years, he'd gathered a variety of degrees from various colleges, teaching being one of them.
"Saint Francis School," he muttered to himself, checking over the map. "In Manoa, next to the University..." He found the valley on the map, took out a red pen, and circled it. The drive from the airport wasn't too far, and he set off to the car rental to claim a vehicle.
Yes. I have decided that Ed can drive. He's of legal age, right!?