Do You Remember?, a fullmetal alchemist fanfic

Do You Remember?

DISCLAIMER- I do not own FMA or any of their characters.

The italics is the poem that I wrote. And thoughts.

(Some might not make sense because I didn't write this for FMA fanfics) Ah yes, and Al has his body in this fanfic. :p I re-uploaded to correct all my mistakes in grammar and stuff. By the way, I will continue on with HATRED and FMA meets Invader Zim. Be patient.

Do You Remember

Many Years ago

When we Were Young

How We Used To play Together

Every day?

Winry looked up from her work to hear Den barking, which meant one thing, Customers. She gor up from her workarea and walked over to the door. She opened to door to reveal Ed and Al. Winry sighed as she knew Ed had broken his automail once more. But, his automail wasn't broken. It was fine. So, there was no real reason for him to be here. He never just stayed to, see how everyone was doing. "Ed?" she asked, making sure it was really him.

"Yes, it is me, Winry" Ed confirmed. "We've come to stay for a while because, we have to buisiness anymore, since we found the Philosophers stone"

"Wha-? Really?" Winry asked in a happy tone.

"Yeah, Winry, we are here to stay...well, for a while..." Ed and Al replied at the same time. Winry replied with a hug, taking both Al and Ed in her grasp.

"Winry, you can let go of us any time now" Al said, attempting to breath.

The three all enjoyed the company, now that they finnally could. They took part in what they did when they were younger, playing games and just sitting and talking it was all great so far. Untill they woke up.

It seems Like just yesterday-

The childhood world

Of Clowns and Cotton Candy

And Summer days

That Never Seemed to end

When we would play hide 'n' seek

From 4 o' clock till dusk

Then sat outside on someones stoop

And listened to the Crickets

And slaped away Mosquitos

And talked about our dreams

And what we'd do when we grew up

Untill our mothers called us in.

Winry woke up, laying in the grass she suspected they all had fallen asleep like that. She awoke to teh yelling of Ed. She sat up and yawned a bit tehn turned to where Ed was. He was yelling to Colonel Mustang. She overheard most of what they were talking about.

"Ed, you have no choice, you're in the Military, you have to take part in this war..." Mustang stated.

War? Winry thought in her mind.

"COLONEL! We just got here and we already have to go!" Ed had shouted.

"Yes, Ed when you joined the military, you should of been aware of what was going to happen and you should of been aware of the risks!"

"But, we can't go now!" Al protested.

"You have no choice. Now, get your stuff and come with us"

"Can we at least say goodbye?" Ed asked, looking over at Winry.

"Sure. But make it quick" Mustang said as he turned to go back to the train station, "We're on a tight schedual"

Ed walked over to Winry, "You heard all that, right?" Ed asked. Winry had nodded in response.

"You'll make it back okay, right?" Winry pleaded, hoping her friends would be safe.

"Yes. Winry, I promise we will make it back..." Ed assured, "But, we have to go now... I am sorry" Ed stood up and looked at Al, who had their luggage all ready.

"Okay. Don't break your promise!" Winry shouted at them as they walked off to the train station.

"Don't worry, we won't..."

And do you remember

That one winter when it snowed

For days and days on end

We tried to build an igloo

Just like the eskimos?

And that grad day when finnally

The training wheels came off our bikes

And we were free

To explore the whole world

In an afternoon

So Long as we stayed on our own street.

Winry waited for any word on the brothers. She read everything in the news about the war, looking for names, making sure they would be all right and come back safe. She read all the parts that would say how long the expected this war to be. Winry knew they would come back safe. Because their promises never seemed to break. Only very little did they ever break. But, that was very rare. She knew they would come back. She just knew it. It was instinct.

But, those days passed by furitively

And we grew up

As children do

Untill we reached a day when

We Assumed that we were too grown up

To Play amid the trees on summer nights..

and when i see you now

You've changed in ways I cannot explain

You're like a rose that blooms before it's time

And falls a victim

To The Ferbrurary frost.

After three weeks of waiting, someone had got word on the Elric brothers.

"Winry..." Pinako called to her granddaughter, "We have word of them..."

"Really!" Winry asked excitedly, knowing that the letter would of said the war had ended and that Ed and Al were coming home.

Pinako opened the letter slowly, adding a bit of suspense to it but, they knew what the letter would say already. They knew they were coming home. Pinako's smile was replaced with a frown as she finnished reading the letter. She handed the letter to her granddaughter and said, "You won't like this..."

"What! Is the war still on? Are they coming home?" Winry asked, getting excited.

Pinako sighed and said, "Just read it..."

The waist of your jeans is getting tight

A Symbol of a youth thats not your own

And you're face is pale and green-

You don't look well

I see you scowl at everyone

From the window in your room

It is so rare to see you smile anymore.

As Winry finnished reading the letter, the tears began to flow. They weren't coming back, Ever. They were both murdered in the war but an unknown sorce.

She broke down and colapsed on the floor. Bursting into tears. She couldn't beleive her best friends had died on her. It was...impossible.

And I long for the summer days

When I stood on your porch

And banged on your door

And bade you to come out

To greet the afternoons adventures.

Weeks later, the funeral was held in Central everyone that fought in the war was there. Winry stood next to her grandmother, still crying from the death. She couldn't take it. She couldn't stand to see them both dead.

After the funeral was over, Winry was the only one still sanding there. She placed a rose on each of their graves. "Ed, you broke your promise..." Winry said silently as she turned to look back at 'them' once more. One final look. One final tear. It was all over for them. Their friendship...was gone. Lost in the wind of tomorow. They were gone and never coming back. "I'll never forgive you for dieing on me...You lied to me...You broke that promise, that wasn't allowed to be broken..."

Won't you come out and play once more?

For we are still so young...

The End

I was choking back some tears while writing this. Here is the poem in full, once more: