There's not enough AlMei out there, so for the tiny band of active shippers, I hope you enjoy my more Almei-centric fic. ;-; Lemme know what you think! This should over all be fun and a little silly and hopefully heartwarming in the end haha.


Heartbroken

It was early in the morning over a sleepy little town called Resembool, the sun still cresting over the mountains. So far the only citizens awake were the bakers preparing their ovens for the day, herders rounding up their flocks of sheep, and a young blonde man who was jogging up a long lane that ended at a house atop a hill. The figure paused at the mailbox to check for any mail. Panting, and sweating, he came to a stop as a black and white dog ran up to greet him and pet the excited dog on the head as he caught his breath.

"'Morning, Den," Al laughed as the dog followed him back inside the house where the smell of breakfast was beginning to waft from the kitchen.

A tiny old lady was standing near the oven as coffee brewed on the stove.

"Good morning, Granny," Al greeted the old lady Pinako as she turned around with a slight look of surprise.

"You're getting faster, Al; when you first started jogging in the mornings breakfast had usually grown cold by the time you got back."

Alphonse both grinned and sweat dropped. "Yes, well, I guess I find the idea of letting good food go to waste a big motivator."

Pinako laughed.

Alphonse rifled through the mail with an expectant expression but when he found nothing was addressed to him he frowned.

"Still nothing?" Pinako asked curiously.

"Yeah. Still nothing," Alphonse replied with a sheepish grin. Then, changing the subject, asked, "Do you need help with anything?"

"I've got it. You go wash up and I'll finish up here. I'll give you the task of waking up the Tiny Tempest and the Night Owl."

Alphonse grimaced but excused himself to take a shower as Pinako suggested.

Steam filled the bathroom as Al washed the sweat off his skin. Despite being in his own body for over a year now, he still marveled at the feel of warm water on his skin, the way it made him flush. It felt so amazing, he wanted to stay here forever- though, he had learned the hard way that if he used all the hot water, he would be tasting Winry's wrench.

Roughly a year and a half had passed since the Promised Day and Alphonse Elric was finally back at a healthy weight. He had spent the majority of the last year focusing on eating well and muscle training and finally he felt all his hard work was paying off. Toweling off, he took a minute to observe himself in the mirror.

Blonde hair, cut short and neat, bangs styled to the left. Bright gold eyes that were always curious and usually a bit wary. He had grown like a weed once his body had begun getting proper nutrients and he and Ed often had quarrels over who was actually the taller of the two. He was fit with toned-but-still-developing muscles. He wasn't quite where he wanted to be physically yet but it seemed apparent that while his face resembled that of his mother, his build was going to be more like that of his father.

Alphonse observed himself in the mirror a little longer, taking in all the minute changes, glad that his cheeks and collar bones no longer stuck out from being malnourished. After having to look at the same, expressionless never changing face for so long, watching this face that changed almost daily still took some getting used to. He watched as that face changed into a pleased smile.

He was back. He was alive. All was well.

Remembering the task at hand, that smile fell.

Time to wake the Sleeping Beauties.


Edward was first. Not because it was easier but because he needed to get dressed anyway and he and his older brother shared a room.

"Brother," Al said as he tossed his running clothes in the hamper and pulled on jeans and a sweater. "It's time to get up."

A yellow haired pile of blankets shifted and mumbled something in reply. Al smiled and walked over to the bed. It always boiled down to rude awakenings for his brother. He grabbed two fistfuls of the blanket and yanked it up, revealing a disgruntled, half asleep, tousled haired Edward.

"Waaaaah," Edward whined, squinting at the sunlight that filtered through the curtains. "Quit it, you ass. I'm sleeping."

"Nope! Time to get ready for the day."

Ed's arms waved feebly in the air for the blanket Al kept just out of his reach. Finally he hmphed and curled up in his sheets instead as if that won the battle.

"Come on, brother. Breakfast is almost ready."

"So what," Ed mumbled into his cocoon of sheets. "You're gonna eat all of it before I get any, anyway."

Al's eye twitched in irritation. He had a rebuttal about going without eating for almost five years but instead got a wicked idea and brought his hands together.

"All right, if you wish to stay in bed all day, so be it."

Minutes later he was high tailing it out of their room followed by his brothers expletives as Ed thrashed in the tightly bound blanket burrito that had been transmuted around him.

Alphonse stopped outside of Winry's door and knocked lightly a few times until he heard a sleepy, "Come in."

Al cracked the door slowly, making sure Winry was properly dressed before fully entering her room. He found her sitting up in a pile of purple blankets, her long hair a tousled mess, rubbing sleep from her heavily bagged eyes.

"What is Ed screaming about this early," she muttered as her vision cleared. "How am I supposed to sleep with all that yelling? Doesn't he know I was up all night already."

Alphonse was the picture of innocence as he answered, "Oh, nothing. He just doesn't want to get up. Breakfast is ready."

"Thanks, Al." Winry smiled and rose and he noticed she had a smudge of oil on her cheek.

"You, um, have something on your face, Winry."

She checked herself in her vanity and frowned.

"Crap. I was so beat after working in that rushed custom order I completely forgot to wash up."

"Try not to work yourself to death, Winry. You need to sleep sometimes."

"I know," she replied with a sleepy smile. "I'll be down after a shower."

"Okay, I'll have your coffee waiting when you get out."

"Thanks!" Winry called as he saw himself out of her room. Then, louder and irritated, "You better not have used all the hot water!"

On his way back down the hall, he practically tripped over Ed who was inchworming his way out their room, still trapped in his prison of sheets.

"C'mon, Al, let me out," his older brother complained then whined, defeated. "I gotta pee!"


Eventually, Ed was free and dressed and he and Al were sitting at the kitchen table. True to his word, Al had Winry's coffee prepared for her and handed it to her as she came into the room toweling off her hair just as Ed was biting into a biscuit.

"Thanks, Al," she said behind a stifled yawn, cradling the warm mug in her hands. "How was your run?"

"Good. My time is getting better."

"Oh, yeah?" Ed piped up, pouring himself some coffee and stabbing at a sausage link. "We should probably have another sparring match soon, then."

"Yeah!" Al agreed just as Winry said, "Hell, no!"

They both balked and she glowered, stabbing her fork in Ed's direction. "You just got your leg fixed again, I'm not letting you break it in another fight!"

Ed's eye twitched at the accusation. "It only broke cause I fell off the roof cleaning the gutters like you asked me to."

"So it's my fault?"

Pinako and Alphonse both nonchalantly sipped at their coffee and exchanged a knowing glance.

"Bickering already," Pinako muttered into her cup.

"Must be a new record," Al agreed.

Eventually their argument ended, as it always did, and the conversation turned to something more appropriate for the hour. They talked about the weather, news of the Ishvalan repairs, when Winry planned on heading back to Rush Valley this time, and the like. They had all really become like a small family ever since the Elrics had moved in.

Soon the dishes were cleared and they all began to plan out their day and divide up which chores needed to be done.

Winry was washing dishes as Ed dried them, then passing them to Al to put away in the cabinets.

"Ed if you don't mind would you mind chopping more wood for the furnace? We're running low faster than I thought we wood."

"Hm? Yeah, sure," Ed mumbled in reply; despite all their bickering Ed could never say no to any request Winry made of him.

"Thanks. I've gotta get back to my automail soon and- oh, crap!" Winry turned to Al as he was finishing putting away the dishes. "Al, I know you've already been out today, but can I get you to run into town and pick up a few things for me? I meant to get some oil and vegetables that Granny wanted but completely forgot when this rush order came in."

"Sure thing, Winry," Al said pleasantly, already tugging his shoes back on. "I don't mind."

"Thanks," Winry replied, hand on head, looking irritated and ashamed of herself. She rubbed tiredly at her eyes. "I can't believe I forgot to go yesterday after telling Granny I would."

Al was halfway out the door when he glanced back and caught sight of Ed and Winry in the kitchen. Ed had stepped in a little closer, resting his hand on Winry's forearm.

"You gotta remember to take it easy sometimes, Win," he heard his older brother saying in uncharacteristically soft tones. He saw the way Winry's look softened- this had been happening more and more often. Winry had some reply but Alphonse stepped out before he caught it.

He had a wistful smile about him as he left. He had known Winry and his brother would eventually get together. They had loved each other for years and for a long time Al felt he was the only one who had seen it. And ever since moving into the Rockbell household, the two stubborn teens had been awkwardly dancing about these feelings without really bringing it up.

It got so infuriating that Alphonse had half a mind to lock them both in a room and transmute the lock off until they confessed but he knew that would likely just result in someone getting murdered (and he wasn't so sure it wouldn't be him).

On his walk to town, Al reflected on a lot of things. His good mood from earlier that morning had been severely dampened.

It wasn't that he was jealous of Ed and Winry. Sure, there had been a time when he was younger in which he had entertained the notion of Winry being his girlfriend- but being trapped in a suit of armor had all but wiped away that chance of ever happening. Girls didn't like scary suits of armor, no matter how properly they acted.

The bell jingled above the local shop as Al entered and the shop owner called out a friendly greeting. Alphonse was a very familiar face around town. He set about gathering up the things Winry had asked for, picking up a couple extra snacks for himself.

One of the main things Alphonse had looked forward to while in the suit of armor was getting to eat good food again. His ravenous sweet tooth was one of the main reasons he was so diligent in his physical training. He never passed up a chance to eat something tasty and always grabbed an extra tin of cookies or apples or candy at the store.

There was a small group of girls his age gathered at the counter, reading magazines, talking in hushed tones. He recognized them as girls he had gone to school with as a child but none of them tried to greet him as the shopkeeper did.

The girl behind the counter that rang up his items was the shopkeeper's daughter, another girl he recognized from childhood.

Al gave her a genuine smile and said, "Good morning, Daisy. How've you been?"

Daisy, a pretty but shy girl, flinched a bit and mumbled what Al thought was "hello." She didn't try to continue the conversation and quickly handed him back his items. That made his spirits drop. Daisy had been one of the kind ones who had even come to visit him with her parents when they heard the Elrics were back and Al was unwell. He had even asked her out a couple times since regaining his strength, but lately she seemed to be avoiding him. All things considered, he couldn't blame her.

The girls at the counter were whispering and he was pretty certain they were talking about him but he tried not to acknowledge it. On his way out he heard the girls burst into laughter.

If his mood had been bad before, it was black on his way home.

Of all the things Al had looked forward to, there was one thing that stood above the rest that remained elusive and just out of reach. He had wanted to sleep again, and got almost eight hours a night. He had wanted to eat again, and was constantly asking Winry to make new exciting dishes. He had wanted to feel like a true, human being again and loved everyday to the fullest feeling and breathing and just being.

But, above all else, Alphonse Elric…. wanted a girlfriend.

He sighed as he unlocked the front door and set down the paper bag from the shop.

All the adults who had known him as a child were ecstatic to see the Elrics back and spending time about town. Even though there were slews of rumors abounding about the two, most of the men and women who knew their parents were just glad to see the two boys happy and healthy.

Sadly, the same couldn't be said of kids their age. Most everyone in town knew of their mysterious disappearance, though few knew any true details about what happened after October 3rd, 1911. But everyone knew that Alphonse Elric had taken to wearing a hulking suit of armor for four years and then mysteriously reappeared looking as though he had suffered from some mysterious disease. Rumors flew and people talked and despite his charming demeanor and good looks, Alphonse Elric had been branded as a freak by people he had once called friends.

"Brother? Winry?" Al called, hoping to drop off the oil he had picked up for Winry. The house seemed deserted. Granny was probably around back in the garden, and his brother had probably started the chores he was assigned. Al figured he would find Winry in her workshop but he couldn't hear any of her tools which was unnerving.

Maybe she went to take a nap, he thought. Winry had a horrible habit of binging on automail repairs and designs.

The door to her workshop was slightly ajar and so he gently pushed it open, figuring he could just drop the supplies off- but quickly stepped back again, hopefully unnoticed.

Killing two birds with one stone, Alphonse had stumbled across both Winry and his brother. Except Winry was most definitely not working on Ed's automail. She was pressed up against her work table, Edward stepped in close, one hand tipping her chin upwards as their lips met in a deep kiss.

Al went red and quickly backed away, quietly. He set Winry's oil on the floor by the door and quietly headed off outside.

There was a part of him that was ecstatic and also relieved- finally they realized they liked each other. But another part of him was… well, not really angry. Annoyed? Jealous? Maybe a bit of both. He was happy for his brother to have a girl like Winry but it really sucked that he had to bear the brunt of being a social outcast all on his own.

He rolled up his sleeves and picked up the axe that lay by the woodpile and decided to expend some of his frustrations by splitting firewood. The warmth and strain that shot through the muscles in his back reminded him of all the things he had to be grateful for and it definitely helped take the edge off his foul mood.

Despite his tinge of jealousy he also felt a bit guilty. He knew Ed and Winry had been tiptoeing around each other since they got back and he knew part of it was for his sake: neither one of them would feel right hooking up while Alphonse could barely stand and still had a lot of healing to go. He would have to be sure to let Ed know he was excited for them and not to feel guilty for anything.

"Hey, Al!"

Alphonse turned to see Edward jogging towards him from the house.

"When did you get back?" He asked as he pulled up beside his younger brother.

"A while ago. I figured I'd do this for you, brother."

"That's nice. Why?" Ed looked almost suspicious.

Alphonse gave him a knowing smirk. "You, um, seemed busy."

The shade of red Ed's face turned was highly reminiscent of the red coat he used to wear.

"Oh- you, uh- saw that huh?"

Edward was flustered and embarrassed but also looked tense, anticipating what Al might say. Al just laughed and said, "Took you long enough. I never thought you'd kiss her."

"Yeah," Ed muttered, letting out the breath he was holding. He scratched at his cheek and grinned. "I never thought she'd let me."

"When's the wedding?" Al asked in a teasing manner which got Ed to laugh good naturedly and try to playfully sock his arm.

"Shut up! We're too young to be thinking about all that."

"I dunno, Mom was pretty young when she had us. You're going to have your arms full of babies in no time, brother-"

"Shut up!"

He could barely fend off the bodily tackle Ed launched at him and laughed. Just like that they transitioned from talking to sparring. Al was glad to see he no longer got winded like he used to. He was still the better fighter, but sadly, this body wasn't the tireless being he had gotten used to so when they both were panting and out of breath by the end of it, that still took some getting used to.

Ed groaned and lay in the grass. "For all of like six months I was able to beat you. Guess that's gone for good just like my alchemy."

Al sat down beside him. "Do you still try to do it when you think no one's looking?"

"Yeah," Ed admitted deadpan, flexing his hands. "I can't believe the amount of crap people have to make by hand."

"Well, hopefully the loss was worth it," Al said with a slight chuckle. He always felt a bit guilty that his alchemy was unaffected while Ed's was gone forever.

Ed glanced up from under his messy blonde hair, and smiled at his younger brother.

"It was."


After that things noticeably shifted in the house. Alphonse would typically try to spend time with both Ed and Winry seeing as they were his only real friends. But he could easily sense their need for alone time together and more and more often found himself feeling like a third wheel.

It was a stormy day in Resembool and Alphonse was laying on his bed, listening to the thunder rolling in. Ed and Winry were hanging out in Winry's room, and while he had been invited to join them, he got the distinct feeling they would rather be left alone.

Which was fine.

Except then he really was alone.

It was ironic. Alphonse had spent countless nights alone, where all he wanted was to sleep to pass the lonely hours. He hated that lonesome feeling more than anything. Now, despite being human again, despite being well and safe and happy: he still felt horribly lonely.

Ed and Winry had eachother. Pinako was fun company but still she was like a Grandmother to him. And none of the kids in town seemed to want anything to do with him. Even when he managed to make a new friend he found it oddly laborious- the girls in town weren't interested in hearing about alchemy, which was one of his major interests. And he could never really be himself because he had so much he had to hide.

You couldn't just tell someone who didn't understand alchemy that you had committed an ultimate taboo and had to pay the penance of being bound to a feeling-less suit of armor that was really a ticking time bomb, all while trying to thwart the evil doings of a power hungry creature from the depths of hell.

Nope. He was just that weird kid who used to wear that armor.

Al groaned and admonished himself for being so negative. It wasn't like him. He had so much to be happy about- he was home, he and Ed were well and happy. And while some people had died or suffered, they had come to know so many wonderful people over the years.

Sadly, most of those people were adults with their own lives. Izumi and her husband had been to visit several times since the Promised Day and Al and Ed counted them as family, but beyond that the Elrics had rarely seen any of the amazing people they had met during their journey. Mustang and Hawkeye were busy in the East over seeing the Ishvalan reconstruction, most of the chimeras had taken up normal jobs and were attempting to reestablish their family lives, and he hadn't seen Ling, Lan Fan or Mei since they left for Xing over a year before.

Al reached behind him to a shelf in his headboard and pulled out a little letter box. He had written to quite a few people after the Promised Day, to let them know he was back in his body and would probably be recovering for a while, or had received a lot of letters of well-wishes from those who had been there. Sometimes he read through them again when he was feeling lonely just to remind himself there were still people out there who cared about him and knew all that had happened outside of the sleepy town of Resembool.

He flipped through until he got to a bundle of letters that were written on a sort of parchment rather than plain paper, each envelope stamped in both Amestrian and Xingese. Al frowned. Of all the people who had written to him after the Promised Day, Mei was the only one he had continued to keep in contact with. She had written to him first, checking to see how he was doing, and since then they continued to exchange letters, talking about the daily life in the courts of Xing or Al's progress as he got stronger again or alchemy in general.

He knew she spent a lot of time in the Imperial Library studying alchemy and Alkahestry, and anytime she came across something new or noteworthy she would include it in her letters (even though most of the Alkahestry stuff still sounded like gibberish to him, he appreciated the effort).

Having a friend around his age, who was also enthusiastic about alchemy, to talk to always gave him something to look forward to, especially during the earlier, difficult stages of rehabilitation. Sending letters across the great desert was no easy feat, seeing as they had to wait for merchants and caravans that were planning a journey to send them off. So the space between sending a letter and receiving one was typically several weeks, sometimes even a couple months- which was fine since enough would happen in that time to give Alphonse something new to write about.

Except it had been nearly five months now since the last letter from Mei had come in the mail. Alphonse wasn't sure if something had happened or if he had somehow made the girl mad- but what the heck could he have said in a letter to make her mad enough to stop talking to him altogether?

When he first realized that a letter just wasn't coming, about three months after he sent one off, he was perplexed and tried to write another, thinking maybe the first was lost in the mail. During the fourth month he told himself not to be a creep, surely she was just busy- but he caved and wound up writing one more.

Now, another month had passed and still no word. He flipped through the letters and scanned over them a bit. He reread the first letter she had sent.

Dear Alphonse,

This letter should be sealed with a crest of a two headed dragon- If not, assume all that I have written has been seen by another and do not reply. I fear I am being watched and my mail may be tampered with, though this may just prove to be paranoia. Either way, in fear of prying eyes, I will attempt to be discreet.

We have just made it back to Xing a few days now and Ling is to be appointed crowned heir soon. The Emperor, my father, is not well and we- Ling, Lan Fan and I- had fretted about what he might do with the you-know-what once presented to him. We were forced to tell him the tale of all that happened in Amestris though we tried to leave out many of the specifics: particularly those involved, certain "fathers," Ling's friend. We managed to describe the you-know-what without giving away what it is made of. This seemed to sate the Emperor. It was clear he wished to use it to regain his vitality. We made an attempt but it did not prove successful- a tale I will have to describe to you in person one day.

He seems to be on his deathbed even now as I write. Surely, he will not survive the night, by the time this reaches you I am sure you will have already heard that Ling Yao has been crowned the Emperor.

Enough about all that. Though crossing the desert was horrible in itself, the worst part was that I was wrought with worry about you and still am to this day. You were not well the last I saw you and I hate that I had to leave in such a rush an-

Someone is coming. I have been writing by candlelight so perhaps a serving girl is curious about the light. I must go so as not to rouse suspicions- I do not think the people here truly trust me or Ling yet.

I hope this letter finds you well, and above all else, finds you at all.

Until I see you again,

Mei

Al had been startled at the formality of the letter but figured it was due to her upbringing and had quickly penned a reply, reassuring her that he was fine. Over time the letters became less formal and it really seemed like he was talking to a friend. He really enjoyed hearing about how Mei and Ling and Lan Fan were fairing in Xing. He got excited when he saw the dragon sealed envelopes and always felt like his daily life lacked in comparison to that of a princess.

So when they just stopped coming, it was really disheartening.

Alphonse frowned and picked up the last one she had written, rereading it to see if anything seemed off or if he had just missed something.

My dearest Alphonse,

I'm so glad to hear you're doing so well! Ling and Lan Fan are happy to hear it as well and send their well wishes. Ling wanted me to have you pass some message on to Edward as well- something about boots and soup? But, whatever, I told him to write his own letter. (Honestly, for someone who was recently crowned emperor he is SO lazy.)

Anyway, I have been studying more medicinal application of alkahestry and- I know you said you find this aspect boring, but- I think you would find it interesting how-

Here she had rambled on about some aspects of healing people using the water in their bodies, and while yes, it had been interesting, none of it really made any practical sense to him. Most of the stuff she attempted to teach him about alkahestry through letter was confusing and eventually wound up looking like a foreign language after staring at it too long. But even though he didn't really understand most of it, he still enjoyed her enthusiasm. After all he had been through Al had never given up his faith in alchemy and the potential it had to influence people positively. He and his brother had recently begun musing about their own theories of equivalent exchange and how it could be improved upon- something he had excitedly written to Mei about and expected, in turn, an equally enthusiastic reply.

But that had been almost six months ago now. He and Ed had continued their theorizing about equivalent exchange, about adding yourself to give more than you took, but he hadn't had a chance- or the heart- to attempt to tell Mei more about it.

His eyes flitted over the letter as if it would reveal something new to him in his 36th read over and sighed when he reached the bottom. As always she signed the same:

Until I see you again

His eyes scrunched up as he scrutinized those five words. He had never given them much thought before, writing them off as a simple way to sign off on a letter. But he realized now that he had clung to those words as if they were a promise- he had always assumed somehow, someday he would see Mei again. And the way she wrote to him belied she felt the same. So many times she had begun to describe some facet of Alkahestry and then struck through it with dramatic strokes, and he could practically hear her laugh as he read "never mind- I will just have to show you that in person."

In person. He didn't realize how much he had been looking forward to just that, seeing his friend, in person until now when he couldn't even reach her through words.

The rain beat against the windows in a steady rhythm, broken only by a sudden shrill laugh from Winry down the hall, then an angered shout followed by a loud thud. His eye twitched in annoyance, wondering if his brother and Winry would ever find a way to flirt with each other that didn't inflict injury. He told himself when he had a girlfriend he would never do or say anything to upset her or make her mad.

He frowned and put all of his letters away, then rolled on his side to face the wall. Maybe that was the issue. Maybe he had just built it up all in his mind too much?

Alphonse wasn't dumb. He was good at reading the mood in a room and always very quick to pick up on others emotions around him. It would take an idiot not to notice that the young girl he had tracked half way across the country had developed one heck of a crush on him. And at first he had found it ridiculous- a princess falling for a literal knight in armor? A "knight" who was really just a hollow shell, the shadow of a boy who had overstepped his place in the world?

So at first he ignored it. But, if he was being truly honest with himself, he also really liked it. Being treated like a regular boy with a regular body always made him so giddy in those days so to actually have a girl fall in love with him? If he could have smiled or slept in those days Al was sure he would have fallen asleep with a stupid grin on his face just thinking about it.

Now though, when he could sleep and could smile, he found thinking about it just brought a frown to his face and a squirmy sad feeling deep in his chest.

She doesn't like you, that horrid voice of doubt said in the back of his mind. The same voice that had once convinced him his memories were false and he was just a puppet. You must not have been what she imagined.

Maybe that was it. Maybe she had expected some gallant, handsome young man to emerge from the armor one day. Not some skeletal, weak boy who could barely stand on his own. Maybe she had grown bored of hearing about his slow progress while she was off making pacts with her surrounding clans and flirting with high born boys that he would never hold a candle to. Maybe-

Stop that, his voice of reason finally cut in. No one likes a mope. Whatever her reason is, it's up to her, so get over it.

Alphonse wrapped his arms around a pillow and buried his face into it, trying to focus on the rain and that little voice of reason. Because it was right. There was no point whining about it. If Mei didn't like him, didn't want to talk to him, she wasn't obligated to do so. He had a lot more pressing things to be worried about- his health, his alchemical theories, what he planned to do with his life once he was completely recovered.

But while he tried to focus on all those positive things there was still that cold sickening feeling in his chest. It took him a long time to accept what that feeling was but he finally realized it was the cold, jarring stab of rejection. And it hurt.

And it really sucked.


"Do you really think this is going to work?"

"Of course!"

The ground was icy and crunched beneath their feet as they walked. The whole landscape was covered in a sheet of ice or mud and most of the trees were scraggly and long dead. He was worried about if their pathetic plan would really work and what would happen to the slums if not. The whole atmosphere was… grim, to say the least. Still, Mei's positive attitude seemed impervious to their bleak surroundings and that helped lift his spirits.

"Have you ever done anything like this before?" Alphonse asked as he handed the girl a few more markers.

They were halfway through the field they had planned their attack in. His arms were full of all the little steel markers he had helped transmute from some old scrap metal and he followed as Mei expertly dropped them into perfect pentagrams.

"Hrmmmm," she thought, eyes knit together. "Not on this scale. But I'm sure it will work just fine! It really doesn't matter how many daughter circles there are so long as they are close enough to the main lead circle to connect to."

"You'll really be able to control them all from one spot? Even if it snows?" He asked with a little trepidation, a little admiration. Al really wished he could pick up on alkahestry a bit faster so he could act as more than just a bodyguard in this harebrained scheme.

"Of course," Mei replied with a smile that was nothing if not a bit cocky. She quickly dropped the next five markers and sketched a quick connecting star between them then dropped down to place one hand on the transmutation circle. There was a bright flash of light at their feet and then a bright flash of light from about six different circles on the far side of the field as they each erupted in a minor explosion.

"Oh, that's awesome!" He began, feeling a bit more relieved. Mei beamed at him, proud she could impress him. "I wish I could do that."

Mei put her hands on her hips and hmmmmed again. "I wonder if you'd be better off starting off with pre-drawn transmutation circles, like these? Their energy is already all mapped out and connecting, so it should be easier to manipulate."

Alphonse was going to tell her he didn't think he could manipulate an energy source if he couldn't feel it at all, but she looked so hopeful he figured he might as well give it a shot. He shifted most of the steel markers to one hand and attempted to activate the same circle Mei had and… nothing. Of course.

He laughed to himself and Mei sighed. "I don't get it. Alchemy in your country is so weird, Alphonse-sama."

"You're right," he replied with a chuckle. "So it's a good thing we have you here."

Mei's eyes and smile both lit up at that as they continued dropping their markers in the field. Once they were done they headed back to town where a worried Winry scolded them over what all the explosions were about.

The moon was rising over the snowy slums and most of his companions were settled in for the night. They had managed to procure some abandoned buildings on the edge of the town and the good people of the village had even donated some blankets and bedding.

It was probably past eleven or midnight and the typical boredom had set in for Alphonse. There was a small fire that was mostly embers that he was keeping an eye on to help keep his friends from freezing to death- he was glad to have something to do, though it really wasn't much. He found himself staring into the red embers and getting lost in thought more often than not. So when a small voice broke into his reverie with a quiet, "Alphonse-sama?" he practically jumped out of his skin… er, armor.

"Mei, you scared me! What are you doing up?"

She was dressed in her pink pajamas plus her winter coat, rubbing at one eye. "I couldn't sleep. May I sit with you?"

"Of course," he said even though she had already plopped down next to him. A sleepy looking Xiao Mei hopped off the girl's shoulder and scampered up to nuzzle Al's face then curled up there as if to nap.

"Why can't you sleep? Bad dream?"

Mei settled into her typical seiza sitting position, hands in her lap. Al stoked the fire a little bit to give her some warmth. "Hmmm… not exactly."

"Are you nervous about tomorrow?"

"Kind of," Mei admitted, eyes knitting together. "I know I can handle all the alkahestry circles just fine, but… I don't want Dr Marco getting hurt, you know?"

"I know," he agreed. "Or the people in the village."

Alphonse immediately regretted his words, seeing the pained expression on her face.

He quickly backtracked.

"I- I mean! Not that there's anything to worry about! You're going to do great and Dr Marco's really smart and tough and- and besides! I'll be with you the whole time!"

He didn't know why he expected that last bit to be soothing in any way seeing as his alchemy wouldn't really be helpful in tricking Envy but the girl smiled none the less and thanked him.

After a moment of silence, Mei asked, "So… you really can't sleep?"

"Huh? Oh, no… I can't."

"Ever?"

"Mm-mmm."

"Isn't that-...?" She cut herself off but he could tell she was going to say "lonely." He nodded.

"Yeah, its no fun being the only one awake each night," he admitted. That little crest fallen look was back on her face so he quickly added, "I'm glad though! That way I can stay up and help protect you while you sleep. And I wouldn't have been able to make it through the snow storm before to find you guys, so it's not all bad! I'm glad I'm able to help protect people, so it's okay if I can't sleep."

Mei gave him a genuine smile and said, "You really like protecting people don't you, Alphonse-sama?"

"Mm, yeah," he replied a little bashful, recalling that protecting Mei was exactly how they had met. "I don't like seeing people around me get hurt. Brother and I… Alchemy has hurt a lot of people we know; that's why we try to use it only to help people."

"I guess that's why I started studying alkahestry, too. To help my people," Mei said in an off hand way, as if she was just musing aloud with her mind far away. For some reason it was easy to forget that this girl was actually a princess from another country; Alphonse realized then she probably had a lot more people counting on her than he had ever had and wondered how someone so young could shoulder such a heavy burden.

"You have a lot of people waiting for you back home, huh?"

"Yeah…," Mei replied in a tiny voice and he couldn't help but wonder if she didn't sound a little bit guilty. She probably felt bad for getting tangled up in Amestrian affairs. "And I'm sure they're worried about me but… I can't go back without the secret to immortality." Her small hands clenched in her lap. "They're all counting on me, I won't be able to face them if I fail."

Alphonse didn't know what to say to that. He wanted to reassure her that she would somehow discover a true secret of immortality but the whole thing seemed so harebrained and implausible that it was hard not to think she wasn't just risking her life for a pointless cause. Still, he wished there was some way to comfort the girl. He wished he could give her a reassuring smile at least but even that was lost to him. Al hesitated a bit before lifting his hand, as if to give her small reassuring pat on the back but then thought better of it last moment and stopped just before touching her.

"Oh yeah!" She exclaimed and he practically jumped three feet. Her somber mood had apparently cleared up in a flash and was already replaced with the bright, starry eyed look she usually wore. "Alphonse-sama, I meant to ask, since you're from Amestris, have you ever seen the Etoile Chateau?"

"The wh… what?" He was thrown off by the sudden change in topic. "I don't know what that is."

"It's a castle!" She beamed excitedly. "I heard it's really old and known for its Star Tower and it's somewhere in one of your southern cities."

"Sorry," he said with a regretful chuckle. "I haven't ever heard of it."

"Oh well," she said with a small sigh and polite smile. "I guess I should save sightseeing for later, anyway."

He agreed and after that they passed the time by talking about some of the strange places he had seen- he tried to leave out most of the creepy details such as the chimeras of the underground to avoid giving the girl any more nightmares than she needed.

"So what's Xing like?" He asked after he had finished describing the fallen city of Leore.

"Hmmm," she mumbled, rubbing sleepily at one eye. "A lot of mountains, a lot of rain. Outside of the Imperial Palace, I haven't seen very many interesting places either. My home town is mostly mountains and ox."

He laughed. "Sounds like Resembool, my town, except with hills and sheep."

"Resembool…," Mei muttered, her eyelids heavy. "Why does that sound familiar to me…," her own sentence was cut off with a big yawn. She frantically rubbed at her eyes again then asked quickly, "Um… is that where you grew up?"

"It's okay," he said softly after a moment and Mei gave him a confused look. "I know what you're doing. You don't have to stay up just cause I can't sleep."

Mei's face went bright red and he had to resist a laugh. It must have been well after midnight at this point and he could see the girl desperately fighting to stay awake after such a long day.

"I didn't want you to be all alone," she admitted guiltily.

"That's okay," he said with a smile in his voice. "I'm used to it and you need your sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a big day, so you should probably try and get some rest."

"Yeah, you're right." She agreed and stood and Xiao Mei, who had returned to her master's lap stirred back awake. Mei perked up like she had gotten an idea and handed the sleepy panda over to Al. "Xiao Mei can keep you company at least."

"Thanks," he said, again repressing a laugh- the panda looked so far gone he was sure she had no idea whose company she was in. "Sleep well, I hope you don't have any bad dreams this time."

Mei had already turned to go but paused, frowning.

"It's… not my bad dreams that are keeping me up."

"What?"

"Miss Winry, she… she's been crying in her sleep. I think she's really worried after what happened with the Briggs men and your brother."

Alphonse nodded solemnly. "Yeah, she tends to worry about us a lot."

"I think the nationwide transmutation circle scares her more than she lets on."

"Well, yeah, it is pretty scary. Aren't you scared, Mei?" He knew this wasn't her country but she had to have gotten pretty attached to it to stick around.

"I am," she replied, but then she smiled again, and he really couldn't tell if she was being coy or truly genuine or just teasing him when she said, "But it's a good thing knowing you're here to protect us."

She had gone to bed after that and he spent the rest of the night petting Xiao Mei and feeling a weird sense of pride that she had that much faith in him. This was one of those nights that, had he been able to, he probably would have fallen asleep with a stupid grin on his face.


It was still raining when Alphonse woke up. He was confused about what had happened to all the snow and ice then slowly realized he had merely been dreaming of the days spent in the Northern slums and he was actually in his warm bed back in Resembool. Thunder clapped and he rolled over, almost fully awake.

Dreaming was still a bit disorienting to him after having gone without it so long. He always questioned why he dreamed what he did when he did. It made sense though that he dreamed of Mei shortly after thinking about her. Why the night in the slums?

Probably because that was the last time he had really gotten to talk to her before she left their group and then all hell broke loose on the Promised Day and everything had happened so fast.

Al grumbled and pulled out a clean sheet of paper and started writing without really thinking.

Mei,

I am really sorry if-

Was as far as he had gotten when Ed strolled in.

"Hey, nice hair," Ed teased. Al smoothed down his short locks that tended to stick up when he slept. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Nothing," Alphonse replied with a sigh, crumpling up his letter. Any sane person would just accept that she didn't want to talk to him anymore and move on.

"Still no word from her, huh?" Ed asked in a solemn voice and Al shook his head. Ed used to tease him in the beginning about having a long distance girlfriend and running off to become a prince- but ever since Mei had stopped writing altogether he had cut it out. Alphonse tried to act like it was no big deal but Ed could tell it hurt his little brother's feelings more than he was letting on.

"It's fine," Alphonse said in a forced cheery tone, putting away the rest of his paper and the book he had been writing on, "she probably just got really busy."

"Yeah… not like taking a second to put that in a letter would take more than a minute, though."

"Well, she probably has more important stuff than talk to me. She is a princess, brother."

Ed gave a huff. "No reason to be snotty like one, the little brat."

"Brother!" Alphonse scolded. "You aren't being fair."

Alphonse was always the type to be understanding and forgiving, even when he was the one being slighted. Ed, on the other hand, was quick to anger and got snippy on his brother's behalf.

"I am being fair and she is being a jerk! What's the point in talking to you all this time if she was just gonna up and get bored one day," he said, flopping onto Al's bed beside him. "Didn't she even invite you to come study alkahestry with her some day?"

"Yeah, kind of," Alphonse rubbed at the back of his neck. It has always just been a sort of up in the air invite for whenever he got fully healed. And now that he was practically back in 100% health, he had started entertaining the idea of actually taking her up on it. (Studying alkahestry, alone, under a cute princess? Sign him the hell up!)

Ed crossed his arms and had his "I'm thinking" expression on. Alphonse could practically see his anger melting away and the gears start turning the way they did when Ed was trying to piece together a difficult puzzle.

"Did she say anything weird in her last letter?"

"No, I had the same thought as well."

"Did she mention any big ceremonies or obligations coming up?"

"Not really, nothing that could take this long, anyway."

"Did you like… say something dirty last time?"

"Brother!" Alphonse socked him in the face with a pillow. "It's not like that! And I wouldn't do that!"

Ed chuckled at his brother's blush and outburst. "Hey, I dunno what you like to write about! And I'm just trying to consider every option. If she is just mad at you there has to be a reason, right? Could you have somehow pissed her off?"

Alphonse sat thinking for a minute. "We really mostly just talk about alchemy or daily stuff or stuff I want to do when I'm better…" Alphonse wilted and groaned. "Maybe that's it, maybe I'm boring."

Edward laughed. "You're not boring, you've just been cooped up here for a while."

"Yeah," Al agreed, stretching. "It would be nice to be able to get out of the house and do more than I'm mostly at a normal weight, finally."

Ed grinned at that and sat up straight. "I've been thinking, we haven't visited the Curtises in a bit. Maybe we should stop in for an extended visit and see if Teacher feels up to kicking both our asses for old time's sake?"

Alphonse laughed. "That… actually sounds really fun, surprisingly. It'd be nice to fight with someone I can actually lose to," he added in jest towards Ed.

"Yeah," Ed said, wrapping his arm around Al's neck a bit forcefully and ruffling up his hair. "And it'll get your mind off being all broken hearted."

"I am not heart broken," he managed as he struggled against Edwards tightening grip. Ed fought back and they quickly devolved into a wrestling tangle of limbs on the floor, laughing, and breaking apart only when Winry walked in to see what the fuss was about.

"Honestly, do boys know how to do anything other than fight each other?" She said with a smirk and a hand on her hip. "What am I gonna do with myself when you two wind up killing each other?"

"Probably be a lot happier," Edward replied with a chuckle, rubbing the sore spot where Alphonse had elbowed him in the ribs.

"Ed, did you ever even ask him?"

"Ask me what?"

"Oh! Yeah. The rain's clearing up a bit and Winry and I were gonna try to catch a movie in town. You want to go?"

Alphonse's first reaction was to say no, to give them space, but with both of them smiling genuinely at him like that he had to smile back and say, "Yeah, sure. What's playing?"

As the three of them pulled on their shoes and made their way into town, Alphonse reminded himself that his brother and Winry were his friends and did enjoy having him around, so even while he watched them slowly forming into a couple on their own, he was glad he had them, and it helped push the little sting of rejection and loneliness he felt over the Mei situation to the back of his mind for the time being.

He still had friends and loved ones and people who did want to talk to him, and he absolutely, was not, in now way, heartbroken.


As the Elric-Rockbell trio made their way into town for a night of fun, hundreds of miles away, across the sea of sand that was the great desert, a young girl was getting ready for bed. Dressed in simple silk robes, her long black hair loose from the usual braid she wore, she was alone her little room except for her one best companion, a tiny panda named Xiao Mei.

She sat on her futon with her feet drawn up, mulling over the same thought she had for the past few months, stroking the soft fur on Xiao Mei's head. She had a stack of letters similar to Alphonse Elric, ones that were stamped in both Amestrian and Xingese, that she held dear to her heart and had read over and over again.

"I don't get it either, Xiao Mei." Mei asked the little panda at her side. Xiao Mei made some comforting squeaks. "Do you think he hates me?"

Mei sighed and eventually put her letters away, stashing them in a box she kept under her pillow. She had asked the same questions of her little panda and herself for months now and no matter what she came up with she could never truly come up with an answer for: Why, for nearly six months now, had Alphonse Elric stopped writing to her?

As always, she had no answer, merely a deep sorrow in her chest as she finally fell asleep, tears pricking her eyes, confused, sad, and most definitely, heartbroken.