Tell Me a Story By: Annie May Detective

A/N: Came to me at… what; one AM? Yeah… ha ha… Enjoy! Since apparently I'm "good" at angst.

Pairings: Implied Ed x Al, you decide if it's brotherly love or not… Whatever floats your boat! (Actually it's a STRONG Ed x Al) ((Well technically Ed x Alfons))

Alfons had known Ed for a long period of time. He had decided that the young man was certainly delusional. Always making up stories about him and an inexistent brother; or was it possible he was just telling stories about a long since deceased brother…? Honestly he didn't know, but nonetheless the stories were interesting. The way Ed spouted them off as though they were true. Most of the time he just shrugged them off, no matter how Ed insisted they were the real deal. A place were alchemy and magic over ran science; no such thing.

Ed had always told him that he looked like his brother Alphonse, the one that were in his stories. The brother that he loved so dearly, who Ed always murmured in his sleep. Alfons sometimes seemed to believe that, that boy was real. He had too, no one really could talk about a fictional character in their sleep… could they? Alfons recently came to the conclusion that Al HAD to be real.

"Ed, tell me another story about your brother and yourself."

"You won't laugh, will you?" Edward grumbled, scrawling down a couple more words in his journal.

It was a freezing winter outside, one that prevented anyone from traveling. Blizzards were common in Germany, or as Ed said Briggs. Alfons and Edward had been trapped in their cold apartment, probably for a week. It was hard to tell since it was dark all the time.

"Of course not." Alfons said, chuckling as he leaned into a more comfortable position in his desk's chair.

"That's what you always say…" Ed grumbled, turning his chair to face Alfons.

"Well, go on," The German urged," Tell me a story."

"You're persistent for once." Ed sighed, crossing his arms," What's up with that, huh?"

Alfons shrugged. He knew Edward would be specious of him, normally he never asked this way. He knew the older boy would need some form of therapy; which is why he decided to read up on the subject. Just to help his mysterious friend; since he would never go see one himself. Not even if his only friend suggested it. "I just feel a little down since we're stuck in here. Your stories make me feel better, is that a good enough answer?"

"They're not stories. They're the truth; I swear." Ed said, 'Not like you care…'

"Don't be such a downer Debbie!" Alfons teased playfully.

"Just shut up! You don't know anything!" Ed yelled, grabbing his journal and pencils; then stomping out of the room. Leading himself into the bedroom, and proceeding to slam the door shut.

The blond was utterly shocked; normally Ed wouldn't go off like that.' Maybe it could be the fact that we've been inside the house for a while. And it is silent most of the time…' Then, he decided to leave the older boy be for a while. Sighing, he went back to rocket designs for a while.

"Stupid Heiderich, stupid other side of the gate, stupid me." Ed grumbled, punching his bed after every word. He could feel his long since pent up emotions trying to get out. He bit his lip to keep from screaming; soon drawing blood from the biting. "Damn it." He grumbled, wiping the liquid so it wouldn't run onto his shirt and stain it. Last thing he wanted was Heiderich asking him what happened to his shirt; since he always did the laundry. He looked at the ceiling," Al, what are you doing know?" He whispered, excepting to hear his brother's voice reply. "Mm-hmm, I see." Ed mumbled dreamily, laying his head into the pillows. "How is everyone?" He said faintly, tucking himself into bed, still fully clothed. "I see…" Then he tossed off his shoes, hearing them land in a 'thunk' to the floor.

"Al… how are you…?"

"Edward…? I'm sorry; hey look, I made you dinner." Alfons said quietly, knocking on the door. "Ed? I'm coming in," he opening the door," Look I'm sorry…" His eyes wandered to his friend's bed. 'Oh… he fell asleep…' Sitting on his adjacent bed, he looked around the room. Eyes then falling onto Ed's journal that was resting on the side table; it was the journal that he never looked in. Though Ed wrote in it every day, ever since he had met him. Curiously, Alfons reached for it, opening to the recently dog eared page.

'Dear Al,

The blizzard hasn't stopped here. Was it like this when teacher said she survived in Briggs? Of course teacher was outside, and I'm inside. Oh wait, Alfons wants something…'

"What'd doin' with that Al…? Silly…" Ed grumbled, sleepily knocking the journal out of the German's hands.

"N-no Ed, it's not Al; it's Heiderich. You know, you're stupid friend?" Alfons said, retrieving Ed's journal.

"Don't pick it up Al… I'll get it… in a second…" Ed mumbled sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"Edward, it's not Al." Alfons insisted," It's Alfons."

"Yeah, yeah; I know Alphonse." Ed smiled sleepily, causing his chewed lip to crack. He reached down and grabbed his journal," Silly Al, I was going to show you this later." Ed's eyes searched the room," When we got back home. But we're still here… in the other realm."

"Stop it, you're delusional Edward. Just stop… and come to eat your dinner… okay?" Alfons racked his hand through his hair, sighing heavily.

"Why so serious? Using my name and all, normally you just say brother… Remember?"

"Ed, you're-"

"Brother." Edward corrected, moving himself so he was perched next to Alfons on his bed. Sighing contently, he rested his head on the younger boy's shoulder. "Silly Al," He mumbled, brotherly running his hand through Alfons's hair," Silly Al."

"Please stop." Alfons stiffened, wiggling his shoulders so Ed's head would roll off. Ed refused to move, hugging the blond closer to him. "We haven't hugged in a long time Al. I've been so cold to you… I'm sorry." Ed nuzzled his head into Alfons's neck.

Alfons couldn't help but to blush; shaking his head in another attempt to get Ed off. Ed looked up at him, eyes full of sleep. "Mm, silly Al…" He mumbled, for the fourth time.

Sighing Alfons mumbled," What's wrong… Brother?"

Seeing Ed cry wasn't something Alfons was used to. But after asking him that question, Ed cried for a long time. It seemed a little out of character for Ed. Normally he was strong, and it was hard to tell what he was feeling, unless you squinted.

Ed rambled off in English- though that's not what Ed himself called it. Alfons could only catch phrases of things. Though the repeated," I'm sorry," was starting to get to him. Alfons nervously started to run his fingers through Ed's hair to comfort him. Telling him that it was okay.

Then Ed lightly pecked Alfons on the cheek," I love you Al…" He mumbled, nuzzling the blonde's neck," I love you in a way I shouldn't…"

Though Alfons was still confused he mumbled," Tell me a story about us…"

A/N: Noooot to ruin the moment buuuut…. YAY! xD I wrote it all in one sitting. I need food know, ha ha… I haven't eaten since last night. So… now do you see what I meant in the pairing thingie. I think it would be 'One-sided Ed x Al' or something… Remember to review! I'm thinking on continuing this… Should I?