A/N- I'm so sad. i have new-inexperienced-writers blues. I have a pet peeve where as I am reading other peoples stories and I get annoyed if the chapter number exceeds the word count in thousands. I can't seem to write enough, I will have to work on making longer chapter. Now I understand how truly admiral those who write in 10,000 are!~ I can dream~

I OWN NOTHING

Edward Groaned. Truth- His head hurt.

'Did Winry hit me with her wrench again? I don't remember going to their house. She must've hit me hard this time...'

He lifted his arm only for it to meet a Hard lumpy pillow. His muscles protested as he did so. Soon damp musty smell met him.

' This doesn't seem right, granny's house never smelt like this?' He thought. Huh. past tense?

He cracked his eyes open only to be assaulted with the light coming in from some mostly closed curtains. He bit back against the throbbing it caused to his already fragile head. Forcing his eyes open he scanned an unfamiliar dusty room.

'Huh definitely not Winry's. Then I guess the question is where am I, and why does my head hurt so much."

"A little pain has never kept me down." He mumbled, mostly just reassuring himself it was okay. Almost Immediately the world tilted in a sort of off balance. Dizzily he sat up, and realized the off balance was not only in his head. He was missing a large part of amr, and small pieces of metal covered in cloth stuck out. The reality of the situation came rushing back to him, not at all helping his headache.

'What does this mean. Aren't I dead? No, I imagine death would hurt this much.' He grimaced as he slowly scooted himself over, and legs over the side of the bed. Examining my leg, which seemed to not be faring any better than his arm. 'But Al. Was it just a dream, truth knows I never thought I'd see him again.'

Suddenly the door was pushed open backwards by a young boy carrying a tray. He stopped when he saw me.

"You're awake!" he smiled such a familiar smile.

No way

"You're awake!" he said cheerily. He walked in carrying a tray with a small bowl and some bandages. behind him a cat gingerly followed him.

"How are you feeling, you've been asleep for four days now with a terrible fever. I found you in the alley, you were hurt pretty badly." He looked at me with eyes full of concern.

I continued to stare.

This was all too crazy. First there was Al. That in itself was a bit much, but he was speaking a strange language. Very similar to Amestrian, but with minor differences and a slight accent. What was going on.

"How'd you end up up like that if you don't mind asking?" He asks as he puts his tray down on the dusty night stand. My gaze drops to the floor unable to comprehend the situation at the moment. " Oh, my. Where are my manners, ,my name isAlfons. Alfons Heidrich, but you can call me Al. Everyone does. Who are you?"

He doesn't recognize me.

He doesn't fucking recognize me!

Why would truth do something like this to me. This is so cruel. Why.

"H-hey, are you okay? You're not in pain or anything?" That cat came and rubbed against his one remaining leg so softly I almost didn't notice it at first. Panic welled up in my mind. What the truth was happening!

I look up at him, and see his face. So kind, and loving even though he had no idea who I was.

I chuckle a bit. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Good old Al.

Well I suppose this Al was better than living without him. I shake away any tears that might be seen, before looking up. I hold out my good hand, shaking a little with effort.

"Me name is Edward. Edward Elric." He accepts and gingerly shakes my hand. Suddenly he looks at me worriedly.

"Maybe you should lay down you don't look the greatest. You're still running a bit of a fever." I suddenly realize how tired I felt. I wobble a little, before Alphons takes a step closer to help steady me. He leans me back into the bed. The world all of a sudden seemed very fuzzy"

"Meine güte! You should really rest for now, We can talk later." He said quickly. 'Meine güte? what in Amestris did that mean?' weird. he thought drowsily 'Sleep. Yes, rest sounded really nice right now. First he had one last questions that had been picking at the edge of his mind he need to ask.

Alfons was packing up his tray, and picked up his cat into his arms.

"W-wait." he looked back at me

"Yes?"

" Where am I?" he looked at me sadly.

" You forgot? We're in Beelitz" He said. 'What? I've never heard of that town, must be small. Maybe it's not in Amestris?'

"W-what country is that in?" His expression morphed into one of confusion.

"Germany, why?"

"- What?" Then everything faded black.

A/N- Again I don't have a Beta yet, I'm working on it so if you could point out mistakes I would love that. I will be starting to regularly post chapters too. ^-^

Meine güte- my goodness in German

Beelitz- A small now ghost like town outside Berlin.