Munich, Germany (1923)
"Edward…Edward!"
"Huh, what?" He turned from the window, brushing his honey blonde hair back from his brown eyes. Edward Elric had been living with me for a while now, but some things hadn't changed. He would still stare out the window as if there was somewhere else he wanted to be. He was quiet, and didn't like milk. Sometimes, out of the corner of my eye, I would see him looking at me with an expression that made something within me stir, like I had known him all my life. But I haven't. I met him not too ling ago, when we started studying rocketry together. He seemed kind of strange, with his quiet demeanor and spacey moments, but I had gotten used to it.
"You were doing it again" I said
"Doing what?"
I sighed, but still smiled a little. "You're weird."
"Doing what, Alphons??" He persisted, cocking his head to one side.
"Never mind." I pushed the pitcher of milk towards him.
"No way!" He said, holding it back with his hand. "Why are you always trying to make me drink that stuff!?"
"Well, maybe if you drank some you would grow more." I smirked. He hated it when I mentioned his height.
"What do you mean!? I'm grown enough! Do I look short to you!?" He stood up, a look of indignity on his face. I got up as well and walked over to him, standing so close we were almost touching. Though I was almost two years younger than him, I was about as tall, if not more so, than Edward. I closed my eyes and smirked.
"What eighteen-year-old is as tall as someone more than a year younger than them?" I said playfully. When I opened my eyes, Ed looked frozen to the spot and he was blushing.
"What's the matter? You want a kiss or something?" I reached up and tugged at a lock of his long hair.
"N-no!" He blurted, blushing even more.
I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him anyway. Just really quickly. Nothing much. I'm not a pervert who would take advantage of someone like that. Especially not someone older than me.
"A-alphons…" His voice trembled a little, and he stumbled into my arms, and passed out.
