A/N: Hey guys! Thank you SOO much for the feedback on the last addition here, I really loved all of it! you guys are all so wonderful! I hope I didn't keep you guys waiting too long with this one. so anyway, this one here's REALLY special to me, I'm really proud of it. See, this past weekend I had the WONDERFUL opportunity of meeting the even more wonderful Vic Mignogna (voice of Ed :P), and omg was he awesome. And he sings too, and I've had two of his vocal CD's since christmas, but after I really met him, it was like a whole other thing. but yeah, I was inspired to write drabbles to his more lovey-dovey songs, and most of them ended up REALLY short, so I just decided to throw them all together right here.
so ANYway, I hope you guys like these :) Uhm... if you want any information on these songs or the CDs their on, just uh... email me? I dunno XD.
Disclaimer: I dun own Fullmetal, or any of the titles of the songs I wrote these to. They belong to the uber-genius Vic Mignogna (who'd probably skin me alive if he ever found out I wrote elricest to his songs, ahahahah)
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XIV - "Songs of the Heart"
by: If Wishes Were Blue Skies
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Hello Beautiful
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Germany was an ugly place. Ed though that it might be a biased opinion, since he'd come from a much more wonderful place, and sometimes he even had to admit that their new home had a few of its own pleasant sights, but mostly he found it all unpleasant. He'd gotten used to it, though. The faces that reminded him of friends lost and his own mistakes, the colorless hue to the sky and ground, the wars that waged that seemed nearly as horrible as the ones in Amestris… all of it. But he never voiced these opinions. He tolerated it all because he knew whining about it wouldn't change anything.
He couldn't completely say he hated it, though. He'd met people that he'd come to honestly care about that almost made him feel comfortable in such a place. Alfons, Noa, and even his father had managed to earn some respect from him while he'd been there.
But in all, there was only one thing in that world that Ed though to hold complete beauty. And everyday when he came home from work, hung his coat up, and welcomed the hug from his little brother, he greeted him as such.
"Hello, my beautiful."
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Far From Home
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There was only one point in time that Edward Elric could say that he had a true 'home'. Well, that was what he'd thought for the first sixteen years of his life, anyway. He'd always thought that a home was a place somewhere with four walls, warmth in the winter, surrounded by people who loved and cared about you. So when he and Alphonse burnt theirs to the ground, he'd thought his home was gone, and neither of them would ever find another.
How naïve he'd been. It was only when he'd been cruelly separated from Al by the gate did he realize that he'd really lost his home, and that he'd had one all along. He was stuck in a place with no one who truly loved him, no one he really knew. There were no warmth, no familiarity, no relaxing atmospheres. But still even after nearly three years, though he knew he didn't belong there, he wasn't about to risk leaving again, but…
"Brother, I'm back!"
The blonde turned and was immediately enveloped in warmth that he knew only belonged to one person… the one and only who always reminded him that maybe he wasn't so far from home at all.
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Nothing I Won't Give
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An arm and a leg. While so many people would be scared to death of losing either, to Edward, the loss hadn't seemed like much. Sure, the automail got aggravating once in a while, and he sometimes missed having limbs made of flesh and blood, they didn't compare to what he'd gotten back in return.
A warm, soft body sleeping soundly besides him, letting out small breaths to remind Ed that he was still there. Alive, whole, and how he was meant to be.
And there was nothing in the entire world that he wouldn't have given for that.
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The Very Thought of You
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Silence rang in the small room as the two brothers sat a cushion apart on their couch, both with their noses stuck in a book. Though only one was really reading. Alphonse was periodically sneaking glances over at the older blonde, then back to the text before him. He kept smiling childishly, and attempted to get himself to stop and actually focus on his studies, but he couldn't help it.
Finally, he put the book down on the end table and scooted over to his brother, who – unsurprisingly – didn't notice him until he'd wrapped his arms around his shoulders.
"Al? What's up?" he asked, confused.
The brunette nuzzled his neck against Ed's neck. "Couldn't stop thinking about you."
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Out of the Rain
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Al felt his heart ache for his brother, who was down to his knees on the floor, palms covering his face. As another flash of lightning brightened up the room, the younger was down on the floor with his, his arms wrapping around him just as quickly. He felt Ed's entire body shaking with silent sobs and cold from the outside rainstorm, and he cursed Mustang for always making him go on these clean-up assignments for murders or alchemic experiments gone wrong. At least a few times a month Ed came home like this, and Al wasn't sure how much more of it he could handle.
But instead of voicing the frustration he felt toward the military, Al focused on what was more important and gave his big brother the usual soft caresses and words of affection. Edward melted in his baby brother's warmth, allowing it to sink into his skin further than the coldest rain ever could.
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Chance
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Al stared across the darkness of the room to his brother's still form on the other guest bed. It was late, at least midnight, which meant that he'd been lying there wide awake for an hour at least. The two of them were currently in the Rockbell household though, so maybe just being away from their usual bedroom was why he couldn't fall asleep, but… he knew that wasn't the only reason.
Edward… he longed to crawl into his bed with him, despite the fact that they'd barely fit in it. Al remembered sleeping in these same beds as children when they spent the night here. Back then Al could make it through the night quite often without seeking his brother's warmth, without wishing that Ed wanted the same in return.
And he'd barely been able to stand how his brother and Winry behaved together. They weren't… together, so to speak, but…
Al could tell that he wanted her. He knew his brother too well not to know what he wanted, or how he felt. And in the midst of how he felt for her…
Would he ever get the chance to say something Ed wanted to hear? To make him feel those things?
To make him smile upon saying those three precious words that he longed to speak?
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We Call It Love
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Ed collapsed on top of Al and curled up beside him on top of the covers. Both panted heavily through small, affectionate kisses, and it wasn't until Ed caught his breath could he really make out the image of his brother lying next to him. He reached a hand up to stroke his cheek with the utmost tenderness, receiving a small smile in return.
There were a lot of things he thought about in times like these. He thought of how sinful they were being, but how wonderful it was at the same time. He knew if they were found out, if someone caught them… even if it was one of their friends, he knew what they would say. What they were doing was evil, ungodly, dirty, disgusting, sick, and how could they possibly –
But he – they called it love. Love stronger than most people ever lived to know. And that was all they cared about.
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All Because of You
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One unfortunate thing after another. That was all that seemed to happen to the famous Brothers Elric from an outsider's point of view. And sometimes, even they thought so. Many of their colleagues and friends wondered how on earth such young individuals were able to pull through such a struggle for so long, witnessing more horrors in their youth that most adults did.
On quiet nights when the two were on their own though, they thought the same exact thing. When they lost their mother, when they were in training, when Al was nothing more than a walking shell, when they'd gotten separated even for a few hours at a time…
They spoke in whispers to one another, "I made it through because of you. Because you were there with me…"