This one just sorta popped into my head at work, was written on a piece of computer paper swiped from the office over my break at lunch, and was typed up after work. Yep. I'm cool like that.
So, I went with Catholicism because the area around Munich appeared to be mostly Catholic back then. I don't suppose it really matters all that much.
Alrighty, so, clearly I've decided to continue this (also changed the title). For those of you who did not see the note in the first chapter, I'm open to prompts, so feel free to leave me some. :3 They can be as specific or as vague as you like. Now, that's not to promise I'll use them all, but I'll likely try and do most of them.
Also, there is a different version of this story available. I was talking it over with a good friend of mine, and she suggested some edits that, when I put them in, sounded good...but they didn't fit the feel that I was going for. I want to know what you guys think: does this piece manage to just tickle at your emotions in the way I was trying for, or should I go with the more detailed version? And the bit at the end was totally random. Don't ask.
oOo Religion oOo
Bavaria, Germany. Late 1921.
It had only been a day since Edward had moved in, but that was not going to be enough to cause Alfons to break tradition. As per usual for a Sunday, he was up early, grooming himself neatly in preparation for Sunday mass. Noticing that the shorter blond was still not up, he made for the other's room, knocking lightly on the door.
When there was no answer, he tried again, following it up with a polite, "Ed, you awake?"
"Ngh?"
Smiling to himself, the blue-eyed teen pushed the door partway open, eyes landing on the sleepy form sprawled out in bed.
"You coming to church this morning?"
That woke Ed up, at least a bit more, as the other blond pulled a face and pointedly turned to face the wall. "No way."
"Ed," he scolded gently, "just because you're tired doesn't give you an excuse not to go, you know."
"Yeah, well, how about 'I stop believing a long time ago'? Does that work?" came the curt, crisp...cold reply.
"...did something happen?" he ventured after a moment of awkward silence.
"Doesn't matter."
"Ed..."
I said it doesn't matter," his friend snapped, sitting up and twisting his body to meet Alfons' eyes. The expression in Ed's eyes made Alfons freeze, brow furrowing slightly. There was undeniable annoyance in those golden eyes, but beneath that...was something else. Something he could not place, but did not like.
Meeting those eyes for a long moment, he finally sighed and turned to leave.
"Alfons, wait, I'm so—"
The door clicked shut behind him, cutting off any further words.
Alfons went to church alone that day, and many Sundays after. The subject was never breached again.
Omake
"You stopped believing?"
"Well, not so much that as I just have nothing to worry about."
"Nothing to worry about? And just what's that supposed to mean, Ed?"
"Hell doesn't want me."
"Uh-huh..."
"No, really. It's spat me back out how many times now?"
"I see."
"At least three."
"Whatever you say, Ed."
"No, really. It just plain doesn't want me. See this scar? I died, but it dumped me off here instead of taking me. Again."
"If you say so."
You could at least pretend you believe me."
"Or I could just leave."
"Alfons!"
