The smell was sweet and sugary, filling the room with an air of innocence. Edward happily brought another spoonful of the chocolate confection to his mouth, grinning before sticking more of the utensil than needed into it.

Chocolate ice cream. Who would've known? Alfons thought as he stared at the older blonde, gleeful in his childlike state. This was the most joyous Alfons had seen Edward in a while and it pleased him as much as it frightened him. The only other time he'd been this happy was when...

When he'd talked about his younger brother. Suddenly, upon rememberance of this one rare time, Alfonse felt uneasy. He stared at the boy across the table with sad eyes, his chin resting in his palm. Eyes moving down to the bowl of ice cream in front of Edward, his heart fluttered as an unusual idea made its way into his mind.

No! I couldn't possibly... He fought with his own thoughts, his face reddening before he could stop it. He abruptly shook his head, at a failed attempt to clear those thoughts from his mind. A barely audible clink of metal upon glass was heard as Edward replaced the spoon in his half melted bowl of dessert.

He's staring. Think. Quickly! Alfons' blue eyes trailed up once more to meet Edward's worried gaze. "Something wrong, Alfons?" He shook his head repeatedly, desperately trying to come to a conclusion in his own mind. He sighed.

I only have one chance at this.
He blushed furthermore upon realizing the severity of what he was about to do.

Abruptly, he stood up, placing his hands on the table, and stared Edward square in the eye. "Edward...How does that ice cream taste?"

Edward blinked, confused. "Um, fine. Why?"

Alfons walked over to Edward nonchalantly, standing at the side of his chair, and smiled. "May I have a taste?"

Nodding, Edward grabbed the spoon from it's resting place in the bowl and held it in front of Alfons, who then leaned over as if to retrieve it from him.

Right, steady now. Edward felt something on his shoulder and looked over to Alfons' wandering hand, distracted. He almost barely felt the touch of the younger boy's lips upon his own. Almost barely.

The taste of Edward's lips was sweet and airy soft, much like the wafting smell of the morsel he'd been eating not but a couple minutes earlier. Alfons felt his body begin to wobble, despite the steadying hand on Edward's shoulder. His free hand moved to the back of he eldest boy's head, caressing through his hair gently.

Edward, whose hands were placed on the youngest's chest for support, began to blush madly. "Al..!" He gasped.

A pang of regret shot through him. His eyes that had automatically closed in the ecstasy of the kiss had shot open instantly, and he pushed Alfons away. Alfons moved backwards a few steps, and Edward stood up, walking out the door, but not before degrading Alfons further by wiping his mouth with his shirt sleeve. Alfons' heart beat rapidly, although the moment was long gone.

"No, " He whispered to himself. "..It could never be." He closed his eyes and thought to himself.

It will never be me that makes him happy. Only his brother.

And Alfons found himself in the same childlike state Edward had been in earlier, only now he was more hurt than happy. He found himself tracing his fingers over his still tingling lips, trying to remember and savour the moment. The moment that had been, and never could again be.