Let's keep this beginning bit short: RoyEd with a parental complex, both subtle and being shoved down your throat. There is angst in basically every character except my six-year-old OC; it's kind of insane. There is so much OOC-ness that it's unbelievable. You have to be careful or it will eat your soul. Literally.

A/N: Wow. I was reading old chapters, and considering the twists this story took before I had an idea where I was going, I should really edit it. Maybe once I finish I will go back and edit everything. Right now, I'm just focusing on writing more of what I have.

I had the most amazing dream about RoyEd last night. I wish I could remember it all so I could write a one-shot on it, but I can only remember little bits of it.

I should give credit to E.Mahiru for guessing what happens. That was pretty smart/telepathic of her.
Credit to the reviewers: I now have over 350 reviews. :-) Thank you!

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This is nice, Alphonse couldn't help but think, as he held the sleeping Aiden with one arm around the other teen. Al wasn't able to tell that Aiden had somewhat woken up until it was too late.

Eyes still closed, Aiden turned around in Al's arms so that he was facing Al, and began kissing him. At first, Al was shocked motionless, but then he relaxed and kissed back. Aiden's lips are so soft. I didn't expect them to be so soft... Al thought. He decided to be daring and explore a bit of Aiden. He was merely on Aiden's hips when Aiden moaned out, "Mm, Ed."

Al stopped and pulled back.

Aiden opened his eyes finally, and immediately they widened. He pulled away entirely from Al physically.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Al, I'm so sorry! I-I thought you were Ed! Oh my god!" Aiden was in shock. "Holy shit! Can you forgive me?"

"Y-yeah, of course. I-I thought you were...um, Winry, so I guess I'm just as much at fault..." Al blushed heavily. Hopefully Aiden couldn't see through his lie. He felt something squeeze his heart just for having to tell it.

"Hey now. At least I didn't mistake you for a member of the opposite sex." Aiden said, smiling slightly. Al shyly returned the smile.

"Yeah, but who wants to be Ed?" Al joked. Obviously you by the way you said you were thinking of Winry, Aiden thought, but I'm not going to call you out if you're not ready.

Al's question was rhetorical, of course, so Aiden didn't answer. Instead, he stretched, yawned, and sat up.

"Well, I'm not going to be able to fall back asleep. How about you?" Aiden asked, looking at Al, who sat up too.

"Nope." Al said, careful to keep the seemingly random blanket over his lap. There was a reason he couldn't fall asleep—he was visibly aroused from kissing Aiden. Thank god either Aiden or Ed had thought to put a blanket over me, Al thought gratefully. I think I hate hormones, though.

"We could just talk." Aiden suggested.

"I suppose we could." Alphonse agreed. "But what about?"

Aiden smirked and then replied. "So, how's your love life?"

"That's not funny." Al frowned at Aiden.

"Not even a little bit?" Aiden asked, and Al shook his head.

"Not even an atom's worth." He said.

"Ouch." Aiden switched topics suddenly. "What do you think the moon looks like at this time?"

"I'm guessing it looks like a moon..." Al replied.

"I want to go see it. You coming?"

"Sure." Al said, once he made sure that his problem in his pants had gone away. The two quietly stuck out of the room and then out of the worn down house they so kindly referred to as Hooligan's. They sat down on small, uncovered porch and looked up at the moon.

"Aiden?" Al whispered. The atmosphere made it feel as if whispering were the only appropriate form of making noise.

"Yeah?" Aiden whispered back.

"Tell me about your past. You probably heard mine from Ed, but I never got to hear yours."

"There's not much to tell. My dad was an asshole, and my mother was a stupid bitch who killed herself." Aiden whispered harshly. He hated thinking about this stuff. Damn it, he hated it so much. Already, however, scenes were playing in his mind.

"There must be more complexities than that." Al said.

"Fine. Just give me a second. It's not always easy to talk about." Aiden took a deep breath and started.

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Next chapter: Aiden's dark past.
Remember the chapter dedicated to Roy's memory? This is going to be something like that, except obviously in Aiden's point of view.

A/N: Alright, I'll admit it: Despite several emails asking me to enlargen my penis, I am not a guy. Thus, I'm not sure if Al's "problem in his pants" would go away that quickly or not. However, this is a fiction and that makes it so that Al's problem can do whatever it damn well pleases. :-)