Alright, here's another random drabble. :D This is supposedly part of a very long fanfic I planned but never made... and it's not edited, so it's probably bad.

Prompt 2: Musing

Snow drifted lazily down the streets of Munich, covering the ground in a white blanket. People shuffled past each other in a hurried manner, eager to reach the warm fire they had waiting at home. Among them was a young man in his early twenties, his long blond hair tied in a ponytail. An annoyed expression appeared on his face as he rubbed his right shoulder.

"Ah..." he groaned. "My shoulder hurts again. Damn cold... if there was one thing Winry could have done, it would be to make my arm more resistant to the cold."

Beside him was his younger brother, who walked in a slower pace than his older sibling. There was a far away look in his emerald eyes as he simply nodded to his brother s complaints.

"And I m hungry too..." the blond continued. "Hope there's something left back in the kitchen..."

"Yeah..." said the younger sibling in reply.

There was something about his tone of voice that hinted the blond something was wrong. Golden eyes glanced down at the young boy, and he knew what he was thinking about. Their bond was, after all, so close it was almost telepathic.

"You're thinking about them, aren't you."

It wasn t a question, it was more like an actual fact.

The younger sibling sighed in reply, shrugging.

"I just miss them, that s all." he murmured.

"It's not like we can do anything about it, though..." the blond said, glancing down at his hands.

If he were able to, he would have re-opened the portal that connected them from this world to their home world. What they would give to see those hills, rolling in green... those blue skies that never seemed to gray... all those people they left behind... but most of all, he missed that rush of power he'd feel running through his veins. That power, which had been used to create awful things, yet which has also been used to create miracles

He missed it all.

He sighed as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. There wasn t much they could do now all they could do was go on living.

"Come on, Al." he said to his younger brother, a small smile appearing on his lips. "Let s go home."

That night, he dreamed of the evergreen pastuers of Risembool.

It's nothing special, just a random scene that probably didn't make any sense. -.-'

But, anyway, please review!

- Sally