Alphonse walked into Roy's office. "Hello," Alphonse," said Riza Hawkeye, handing him a blanket and a mug of coffee. "The Colonel wants to see you in his office."
The miserable 18 year old shuffled in to see Roy. "How are you, Alphonse?" The dark haired man asked.
"I'm getting beter, sir," Al replied.
"Glad to hear it. I noticed you have the cross of Nicholas Flamel?"
"It was my sister's. She gave it to me before I left."
"She's an alchemist?"
"We both were. We discovered our Father's alchemy books after he left us when we were young. We were fascinated by it and Mother encouraged it. then she fell sick. Sister did all that she could to save her, transmuting her medicines and everything but she still died. It tormented sister that she couldn't save her and so she stopped using alchemy. She told me I didn't have to as well but I did. Soon afterwards our house burnt down and this was the only thing that survived. Sister was just grateful we were away at the time."
"How old were you at the time?"
"Sister was five when Mother died."
"I'm sorry," Roy said before handing the younger man a folder. "Here are the latest orders from the Fuhrer himself."
Al took it. 'Thank you." He left.
When he was gone, Roy sighed. "I have this feeling he's not going to come back."