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Timeline: takes place in a winter's night during the two years Ed and Al were seperated.


Snow.

The early morning sky is dark pink with falling snow.

The room is quiet expect for the snores from Winry's room.

Alphonse is in bed exhausted, but awake. He blinks and more tears appear in his eyes. He shifts his position from his back to his side, the tears slide over the bridge of his nose and fall, staining the pillowcase.

A blast of cold air pushes though the small crack under his window. He breathes through his nose heavily debating whether or not to get up and do something about the draft.

After another freezing gust, he groans tiredly and grudgingly abandons the heat of his covers.

Sucking in a breath as his feet touch the cold floor, he pulls his comforter around him trapping the rest of his precious body heat.

Ignoring the slight draft in his comforter he walks over to the window and hastily picks up the leafless plants from the sill.

For a wild moment he thinks about dumping them into his waste basket. Instead he sets them on old newspapers on his writing desk and quickly stuffs a towel over the chilly flow of air.

His fingers are cold and numb by the time he falls back in bed.

Silently he watches the snow building on the window sill with half open eyes, wishing for his hands to warm up so he can fall asleep.

His eyelids burn slightly every time his closes his eyes; they're dry from crying and raw from the cold.

He shifts his weight trying to get comfortable and sighs.

He tries to read the clock sitting on his desk, but he is only able to see the dark outline of the clock and listen to the soft ticks as it counts the day's first seconds.

He rolls onto his other side and continues to watch the snow falling.

The pink shade of the sky grows lighter as the sun breaks through a group of clouds. A brilliant golden light streams pass the window and onto comforter covering the younger boy. A warmth that had eluded him all night envelopes his body chasing away the cold.

A single thought enters his mind as sleep clamis him.

Brother.


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