They say that first impressions mean everything. That how you express yourself around someone during your first meeting can sum up fairly well what and how that person will look at you. I have never been one to give off a good first impression. A good example my teacher, Izumi Curtis; Al and I had decided that first night that we saw her we had to become her apprentices. We fought our way through the crowd to see her and hopefully get a word in with her. When we finally did the first words to pop out of my mouth were something to the effect of 'hey old woman'. I just couldn't help it. Her face was pale, gaunt with lines creasing the corners of her eyes and around her mouth as well, she looked old! Better yet when I first met the general Mustang before he was promoted and was just a luitenant colonel; Al and I had just attempted the transmutation that I was certain would bring our mother back. After we failed and fled to the Rockbell's I don't really remember much except lying in bed bandaged and in pain. I was half asleep when Mustang entered, even though my eyes were closed I could still feel him staring at me. All I could think about was what he must have thought of me as I laid there under the covers broken and bleeding. Despite both of these, not to mention countless others as Al and I journeyed over the years, one takes the cake; my first encounter with Alfonze Heidrich.
It was shortly after I had arrived in Romania. I was staying at a hotel at the time waiting for doctor Obert to return from a round of lectures he was giving to universities across the country. I was walking through the market glancing at the different shops and stands just sigh seeing really when I was bumped into.
"OOF!"
"Sorry about that, I really should watch where I'm going." The owner of before mentioned 'bumper' said.
"That's all right …" My voice caught in my throat as my eyes fell upon his face. Bright golden blonde hair neatly cut lay atop his head. Blue eyes sparkled as he smiled at me but it were his features that caught me for a loop. His nose, the shape of his mouth and eyes were identical to Alphonse's. My heart sped faster than I could remember it doing in nearly a year, my throat went dry as all the moisture filled my eyes threatening to spill.
"Hey are you alright?" He asked. His voice sounded as if he were yelling down a long tunnel, all I heard was an echoed whisper. I shut my eyes tightly as I began to see stars cloud my vision and my surroundings go dark. I felt a hand on my shoulder then another on my arm. Suddenly my vision came back as my stomach lurched forward as if I'd swallowed a rabid creature. End result stomach empty, breakfast on the ground. After that my eyes shut on their own and I blacked out.
They say that first impressions mean everything. That how you express yourself around someone during your first meeting can sum up fairly well what and how that person will look at you. I have never been one to give off a good first impression. Izuumi Curtis became like a second mother to my brother Al and I while we were training under her. Roy Mustang became someone I should have looked up to while I was in the military, he helped us out of some tight situations. Alfonze Heidrich became like a second brother to me, while I was searching for a way back home and hopefully to my own brother he kept me sane and moving forward. So if a bad first impression is what it takes to build a great friendship all I can say is keep them coming.