Rating: PG

Warnings: My horrible writing, possible not-on-purpose Oocness, slash, run-on sentences.

Pairing: Hyde

Genre: Fluff

Notes: If you haven't seen the movie, then I'd advise you not to read this... Unless you don't really care, since it's just a character spoiler.

Song lyrics: "Sweet Dreams Are Made of These" By: Eurythmics

-Sweet dreams are made of these-

"I…I love you, you know…?"

Edward blinked up from his plate of food, seeing Alfons' hand rested on top of his. The younger himself looked startled at his own outburst of words, his face and ears red as the fork in his other hand was absolutely still. Ed couldn't help the small, slightly sad look that crossed his face as he watched the other's blue eyes go wide one moment, then went small the next, dimming slightly. It was almost as if he was expecting for this hand to be pushed away, for the older to flash him a look of disgust and walk out.

But…Edward wasn't going to do that. He wasn't that rational in his thoughts and movements. Anyways, he had figured the other boy had to have some sort of feelings for him. It wasn't everyday you hear your friend call out your name from within the shower…

That had been an awkward run in, and at first the blond didn't know what to think of it. There had been many more noises from inside that room before, in which Ed almost went into the bathroom, thinking his friend had slipped and hurt himself. What shock he had been in to find the exact opposite; Alfons' calls were that of pleasure, not pain.

There had also been those random stares that he'd receive. If he didn't look up or clear his throat, the German could've went on staring for hours. It had made Edward nervous and fidget sometimes, but he tried to ignore it, not wanting to see his friend become flushed in embarrassment (as he tried to convince himself that a blushing Heiderich was not a nice sight).

Not to mention the way the younger would lean against his doorframe at night, just quietly staring as he thought the blond was fast asleep. Or when he gave Ed more food than himself – even as he tried to tell Alfons he needed the food more than him to keep his health up.

Simple gestures just kept Edward believing what he thought. That Alfons Heiderich cared for him more than a friend should.

But he wouldn't say. Oh, no. That'd make the German boy feel awkward, then he'd start to stutter and blush, and other reactions that Ed didn't want to have to watch the other go through. So he kept it to himself, staying in a separate room to read when the other went to shower, and ignored the obvious stares that Alfons thought he was sneaking. He figured he would soon be able to tell, face to face, instead of to the shower wall.

There it was, too. At the kitchen table during breakfast, snow gently falling in the background outside their small, run down apartment. His final confession to the boy himself. Alfons didn't have to worry about rejection, either. To be left alone, abandoned by the one he cared for too much.

Though he didn't realize it until he felt Ed give his hand a light squeeze.

His head shop up, blue eyes wide in surprise. The older blond stared into those shining blue eyes that were so desperately searching his. As for Ed...He didn't have to worry about thinking of Alfons as his littler brother's double anymore. Even if he did when they first met he, he learned to see their differences, and love the German for it.

Who…was to say when he'd get back to his world, anyways?

Tangling his fingers with Heiderich's, he just grinned, poking his fork into the half-eaten sausage below him, "Yeah, I know, Alfons."

-Who am I to disagree?-

Eh...I sorta liked this one. Seems a bit cliche'd, I know, but I'm just a sucker for those types of romance things. D:
Anyways, leave any comments or constructive criticism. Flames will be used to smother Winry, as always. -nod nod-