Title: Believe
Note: Set in Conqueror of Shamballa.
-FMA-
Sometimes, Alfons wonders what it would be like to believe.
To believe all the stories that Edward tells, to help him find a way back home using science, to possibly go with him, and see the world that sounds so much brighter than his own.
To believe that he'll live, far longer than he's supposed to, that'll he'll send rockets all over the world, that he'll succeed in his dream.
To believe that someday he'll marry, have a wife and children, live long and die old with his family surrounding him.
To believe that Germany will rise back up and grow stronger than ever, become a world power and show them all what a great nation they are.
To believe that Edward will be reunited with his brother, with all his family and his friends, even the ones he speaks so negatively about.
To believe that maybe someday, he'll get his own happy ending.
And then, Alfons steps out into the real world.
He sees the darkness, the colorlessness of his world.
He sees the poverty, how low Germany has fallen.
He feels the pain in his chest, coughs and pleads for air.
He hears another one of Edward's mad tales, and sees the hopelessness in the man's eyes as he is not believed, once again.
He works and works and works on rockets, and does not get anywhere.
He knows that he'll die soon, perhaps only having a little bit longer to live.
And Alfons doesn't believe.
-FMA-
Word Count: 248 words
A/N: Sad and short. :( I was inspired to do this by watching the AMV "We're Empty" created by Viinurify. And, kind of horribly ironic, I've never actually watched CoS. XP All my knowledge about it and about Alfons come from this REALLY good Alfons/Edward fic called "Mirrorworld". I can't remember who wrote it, but its wonderful!