A/N: So I decided to go ahead and post my Alfons piece on here, even though it's really too big to be a drabble. Enjoy! And, just so you know, the title of this piece is twofold: I gave the name Felix to Alfons' older brother (because he can't have been related to the "other" Ed from the end of the anime, and Felix is the name of my friend's German exchange student) and also because the word felix in Latin (the language I take) means lucky. And I have always thought that Alfons is so tragically unlucky. He is good at making rockets and loves them, but inhaling fuel vapors is what makes him sick. He strives to make his life mean something, then loses it to give Ed his life back, and then Ed returns. Okay, so enough with the wicked long A/N. On with the show!
-Title:Felix- -Word Count: 400- -Warnings: Spoilers for Conqueror of Shamballa. Also, seriously longer than most of the others.-
As Alfons shuts his friend Edward into the spare rocket, it isn't the other boy's face he sees. It is his older brother's. It's been five years since Felix died; almost seven since Alfons had bade his older brother goodbye, waving cheerfully, so sure that he would see him again. On that day, Felix had left home to study art in France for a year. He never came back. A fire had broken out during the night at the dorm he had been living in, without warning. None of the boys who lived there were able to make it out alive.
Alfonse is no fool; he knows that now, he is dying, too. All of this time, he has worked to make his life mean something, to somehow leave some evidence of himself here. Because he has seen with his brother how easily it is for a person to be completely erased from the earth. Sometimes, before he left home, it was hard to remember if Felix had ever really been alive. He was overcome by sadness on those days when it was especially hard to remember his brother's face. He doesn't want that to happen to himself. He wants to be remembered. He wants his life to mean something.
He has tried to make a difference. He's not quite sure if he's succeeded. Maybe he cannot leave an imprint, maybe it is too late. Maybe he will not live to see his second decade. Maybe what he is trying to do will fail and Ed will never return home.
But if he can return Ed to his home, give that other Al his brother back, then maybe that will be enough of an impact. Because he knows how much it would mean to have a lost brother return to you. He thinks of Felix, and how had never really said a true goodbye, only "see you in a year." He will never see his brother again. He knows that. But maybe, this other Al, the one he has never met, only heard of, can live the life that he, Alfons, always wanted. Maybe that Al can have his brother back, the way Alfons had always wished that he could have Felix back.
As the bullet pierces his skin and he feels his blood poring from the wound, he just hopes that what he has done is enough.
A/N: This one actually took a lot more thought and planning than I had expected when I first got the idea. Anyway, hope you liked it.
