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I got really excited when I was writing this. I was pretty eager to read what my mind was writing down.

Enjoy!

Edward's eyes got wider with anxiousness. He didn't like the sound of hesitation in Alphonse's voice. He stared at his friend with anticipation, sure that worry was easy to see on his face.

"What is it Alphonse... Is something wrong?"

Alphonse was trembling unconsciously; this was so hard to bring up the courage for. He felt Edward's hand sit comfortingly on his left shoulder. His light blue eyes were covered with his brilliant blonde bangs, and he smiled from the warmth and caring of Ed's touch.

"Edward… I…"

He straightened his spine, thankful that Edward's touch had not faltered. He slowly reached up to Edward's hand with his own shaky one, and grasped it gently. His grip had become tense around Edward's hand, and he pulled it down in front of him.

"I'm sorry… it's so hard to say this…"

Edward's suspicion was leading on. But nonetheless, he didn't yank his hand back. He wasn't frightened by his jumped-to conclusion. He understood how hard it was to express feelings through words.

"I think I'm in love with you, Edward…"

It was unintentional, but Edward flinched slightly, the shake moving through to his hand. He grasped Alphonse's hand tighter, trying to tell him that he wasn't afraid, he wasn't rejecting him all together, because Edward cared a lot about him. But he couldn't help the feeling of sadness, that he couldn't fully return those feelings Alphonse had for him.

"Since when… did you… " Edward whispered out.

"Ever since that night… the first day you and I met. The night when I saved you…"

Alphonse had strained on the word 'I'. He knew about Edward's world, and how he so resembled Edward's little brother.

Instantly, the flashback of that night entered their minds.

His face tensed. Edward held Alphonse's hand tighter as the painful memory of that night rushed back to him.

Edward was sitting in the middle of a giant domed room. Confused and lost, his memory of what had just happened flew back to his mind.

He had tried restoring Al's body, and in doing so was thrust in front of the gate. The door's had opened, revealing his brother's shadowed figure showing on the other side. Edward called out his brother's name, reaching his hands out. The figure was reaching toward him as well, and he could hear his brother's voice, calling out to him as well. Their hands grasped the other's, and before they could realize it, they automatically switched places and were moving away from each other, this time, their determination was overcome. They called out to their brother again, and Edward was dragged to the other side of the gate, and he heard the sound of the gate slamming shut, the sight of his brother's body vanishing before his eyes.

Edward now sat in the middle of an Alchemic circle, smashing the ground with his auto-mail fist.

He held his aching head with his hands, and arched his head back, screaming to the ceiling,

"AL!!!!!!!!!!"

Suddenly, he saw men circling him, armed with guns. He looked around him, his head snapping to the left and back to the right. He unconsciously sprinted to the only exit, and took a sharp left down the brown corridor.

The bronze statues passing by were just a blur to his vision. His eyes were being drowned with tears as was his vision. He ran out of the main entrance, and into the town ahead of him. It was pouring outside, the sky was dark from night and heavy clouds, but it couldn't have been late. His assumptions were proven from the town square clock that read 10:30 pm. He heard yelling behind him. He looke back, then continued running.

His legs brought him into a cluster of houses. He ran down one of the allies, no one seeing him on the streets, and found a tower of boxes. He slipped trying to turn and collapsed behind the cardboard. He shuffled his feet together and hid from the men chasing him.

Edward's fingers raked through his soaking wet hair as he held his head. His body was shaking and his breathing was labored. His teeth were clenched and bared while his eyes were wide with fear. He brought his knees up to his chest and he hid his face behind them.

Edward became still when he heard the men's hollers and orders, shouting out orders to find the boy who had just appeared through the gate.

As he heard the fading footsteps, his breathing became slightly quieter, but his tears flowed continuously. Once Edward only heard the sounds of rain crashing around him, his had sobs broke out uncontrollably.

"Al… why… where am I… what happened?!"

He choked out these words between sobs. He felt his chest rising and falling unnaturally.

His crying and sobs could be heard by all, but none seemed to care. They were all safe in their homes, warm and happy.

In their own world.

Edward started to curse with a whined voice. He screwed his eyes shut and tried to pull his legs closer to him to keep warm. Suddenly, a yellowy light could be seen in front of him.

Edward's breathe hitched. He heard a male voice, but this one was different. It wasn't threatening.

"Hello… is anybody there?" The voice cooed out softly.

As the boy looked around the towered boxes, he saw the trembling Edward. His crying and sobbing was heard over the rushing of the rain fall, and his eyes widened as the light flooded his eyes.

"Oh my God… are you okay?" the boy whispered.

The rain had stopped falling on him courtesy of the umbrella the boy was holding. Edward looked up, frightened from what had happened in the past half hour. His tears were mixing with the rainwater dripping from his hair, his hands still covering his head.

The boy took off his brown coat and wrapped it around Edward's body, and he picked him up along with the umbrella. He held under his back and under his knees, pressing Edward's body into his own. Edward's body loosened from its tensed state and his pupils became large and blank as his eyelids lowered half way.

"Hey… can you speak?" the boy asked.

Edward only nodded.

He felt his savior's chest shake as he laughed quietly.

"Well, isn't that convincing? Would you mind telling me your name?"

Edward was hesitant at first. "It's Edward… Edward Elric," he choked out.

"I'm Alphonse. Alphonse Heidrich."

Alphonse rose, bringing Edward's limp body up with him in the process. Thudding of boots could be heard as Alphonse carried Edward with ease through the storm.

The boy lowered the umbrella as a man walked by.

Edward's teeth could be heard, chattering from the cold. He yanked the jacket to cover his body more thoroughly. The boy's hold on Edward tightened, pulling him against his chest more. Edward looked up to see short, bright blonde hair and sky blue eyes.

Edward nuzzled his face into Alphonse's warm shirt, and after a few minutes, everything went black as he fell asleep. The last thing he saw on that night was Alphonse, looking down at his face, smiling warmly.

The next day after that, he woke up in this house. He'd lived here for the next three years, ever since.

"Ever since then?..." Edward asked; his voice quiet.

"Yes…" Alphonse kept his eyes to the floor.

After a moment's silence, Edward's hand felt hot, and his face did as well. He'd admit it, he was embarrassed. But as he tried to free his hand, Alphonse's face turned and looked up at Edward, and Edward could see the pain in his eyes.

Or… was it fear? He stopped moving his hand, and found himself prisoner to Alphonse's arms wrapping around his body. Edward was crushed against the familiar but ancient warmth of Alphonse's chest. He felt Alphonse's cheek against his stomach as the other tried to bring them closer.

A wet feeling was touching his skin, tears from Alphonse's eyes. Alphonse was shaking and his hot breathe through his thin shirt.

But… why was he crying? What could possibly make him so…

And then it hit him. All this talk of him leaving to his own world, knowing that there was another that was so like him that lived somewhere that he seemed to care about so much more. It must have been terrible for Alphonse to have to endure. After every minute of laughter at Edward's stories, no matter how incredulous they were, he must have always felt anxious afterwards.

"Please Edward… I know you can't return these feelings... but I had to tell you. It was killing me. But please..."

He paused.

"Don't just remember me as 'some guy' if you leave."

Edward instantaneously felt the guilt rush through his body. He reached around his friend's back and hugged him comfortingly.

"Oh, Alphonse…" Edward whispered as he kissed Alphonse's hair.

"I could never throw our memories away like that."

Edward's fingers tightened lovingly.

"I'll never forget you, even if I do find some way to leave. And I could never reject your friendship, not after all that you've done for me."

He felt Alphonse's grip become a little less tight.

"Alphonse… you know I care about you a lot, right?"

He felt Alphonse's head nod slightly. Edward smiled contently, his eyes half-lidded with happiness.

"Good."

Alphonse created space between them and held Edward's hips between his hands.

"But… Unfortunately, I can't return these feelings…"

He could see Alphonse's expression become sad.

"At least… not fully."

A slight sign of expectation glinted in Alphonse's eyes as he looked into Edward's. Edward reached his hands up and held Alphonse's face, wiping away the tears waiting on his cheeks with his thumbs. He looked up at Alphonse through his long bangs and smiled.

He got what he wanted; Alphonse's smiled back. It was small, but he smiled.

" Alphonse, I love and care about you a lot. So be careful when you're working with those rockets... please?"

Edward kissed Alphonse's forehead, and hugged him around the neck. His kiss must have left Alphonse in shock, because he didn't hug him before hesitating for a minute.

"Well… I'm gonna go up and get some sleep."

"I think I will as well…"

He let go of Alphonse and felt him reluctantly let go as well. Edward grabbed Alphonse's hand and walked up with him and into his room. Edward led Alphonse into his room and under the quilt of his bed. He snuggled up to Alphonse and felt those familiar arms wrap around him once more. Alphonse's heartbeat was slower now, and the rise and fall of his chest was as well.

Edward's waist was trapped by his friend's arms. He pulled his own around Alphonse's neck softly and pulled him close. He felt Alphonse smiled against his abdomen.

"I'll let him have his happiness... at least until I find some way to leave... I do love him after all."

Ed slowly slipped into unconsciousness, a content smile could be seen on his lips.

Awwh...

This isn't the end, folks. I'll be writing more.