Ed spent his "break" pouring over a stack of books in the National Library with Alphonse. After several hours they would leave, get something to eat and return. And they did this repeatedly for their three days, and then they had to head to their next stop.

Which turned out to be Xenotime again. Edward wondered if they would see Russel and Fletcher again, the thought actually making him smile. Of course, then the fact that Russel would do nothing but tease him popped into his mind, and he sighed heavily. Damn, why did he have to be so short? Of course, everyone said it was because he didn't drink milk, but how could some white substance secreted from a cow taste good or be good for you! He had thought that way for eighteen years! And yet, he still looked very much like a twelve year old... but pushing that thought aside, or trying to, he sulked and stared out of the window. A two day trip to Xenotime. And probably another dead-end. He pouted, and Alphonse already knew the reason, so he chose to refrain from asking.

Two sleepless nights of pondering later, they arrived at Xenotime Station. Alphonse put a metal hand on his brother's shoulder, gently shaking him. "Brother... Brother, we're here." Edward groaned and cursed silently under his breath, but got up and followed his little brother out of the train. "Well. Let's find the inn." With that statement from the older, but far shorter (-giggles nervously as Ed gives her a scary glare-) brother, they started searching. A good fifteen minutes down the path, Edward was getting increasingly frustrated. Now where did they put that Inn?! He thought. "Brother..." came the soft voice next to him. "I beleive that's the inn, over there." Alphonse finished, pointing towards a half-hidden building around the corner. How does he find things like that?! Ed thought, and he dug his hands into his trench coat pockets, now more annoyed than before. He stomped into the inn, and muttered something along the lines of "Reservation for the Elric Brothers..." to the clerk. She heard him, nodded, and handed him his key with a nervous smile at Ed's ticked-off-at-the-whole-world expression. He looked at the key. Floor seven, room 12- holy crap, floor seven?! Seven flights of stairs... fabulous. He was now in an even worse mood, and stomped up the stairs and into the room, his little brother in tow.

The first thing Edward did after entering was to flop down on the bed and mutter random obsceneties at the pillow, as though hoping the pillow would understand his pain, as he replayed the whole day to the soft fluffy white object. After finishing his rant to the pillow, Alphonse took a moment to speak. "Brother, should we go visit Russel and Fletcher?" He inquired, in truth a bit disturbed about the pilow thing. A smile did brighten on his older brother's face at those words. Edward would probably deny it to the death, but he missed the two terribly. They were good friends, especially Alphonse and Fletcher. "Well, let's get going!" Edward said, still grinning. However...

Of course, as one could predict, Edward was complaining after only two flights of stairs.

And he continued to do so.

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SORRY!

It's short again! T-T

But... I'm having writing problems. Keep getting distracted with drawing.