Okay! This story is on someone's favorites list! Kyaaaa! I feel so grateful!

Now, here comes that plot I've been yammering on about.

Alphonse balanced a pencil on his nose. Well, not on his nose, between his nose and his upper lip, but it just sounded better if you said on his nose. Not that Alphonse even used a pencil, anyway. Having a pencil with his just made him feel like one of those old time writers who used pencils before typewriters had been invented. It kinda inspired him. It inspired him to write his article.

It was his article for the Weekly Edition, The second most popular newspaper in the country, a newspaper that Alphonse himself had started. Ed had invested all the money(1) he had left over from being a State Alchemist, and Alphonse had written all of the articles until the paper had gained enough popularity that people actually wanted to write in it.

And Alphonse felt strangely accomplished whenever he finished an article.

But today, on this day, Alphonse could not finish the article. He could not remember…

"Brother?" Alphonse leaned back on his chair, nearly falling to his death in the process, and threw a balled up piece of rough-draft at the alchemist.

"What, Al?" Edward was balancing Ishmael, Al's cat, on his foot wile drinking coffee.

"Remember that time when we went to Ruemos?(2)" Alphonse looked over his typewriter again.

"Um... no?"

"Well, d'ya wanna go back there?"

"Um... no?"

Alphonse clapped his hands together.

"Sure! SURE! Okay, Al, I'll, Uh, get the tickets!" Edward ran off, forgetting his shirt, to the train station.

Alphonse smiled. He grabbed his pencil, forgetting the alchemic transmutation, and accidentally turned it into a knife.

Winry had a cat on her head. Ishmael the Russian Blue (3), the laziest cat on earth, was staying at the Rockbell residence wile his owners took a trek to Ruemos.

"Tom! Tom!" Winry called to her apprentice, "Tom! Take care of this cat, I'm gonna light up Granny's incense"

"Okay, Okay!" Thomas Grandburge, whose greatest dream it was to become an automail mechanic, tore the confused cat from Winry and took it to his room.

The golden incense had been a gift from Lan Fan when she had heard that Winry's grandmother had passed away. It seamed to be a Xingish custom to light incense as reverence for the dead. Winry had learned to rather like the idea, and made it a point to light the thing once a week.

Winry looked at the clock in the kitchen. It was time to see the Elrics off!

"Hey! Al! Didn't I get us a nice seat! Huh?"

Alphonse smiled, "Yeah, it's nice, considering I leant ya' the money to buy the tickets."

Edward rolled his eyes and mumbled something obscene.

"Sooo…" Alphonse made sure to change the subject, "what did Winry give us?"

"I hope it's pie." Edward nodded, pulling out the package and unwrapping it for the first time.

"It's-..." Alphonse blinked, "Fish..."

Edward held the can of sardines over his head, "Okay.."

"Hey, the note said that Winry read some article and these are", Alphonse paused, "Better for our health than pie..." sweatdrop.

"Yeah, and..." Edward picked up the note, "She read it in your newspaper, none the less!"

"Okay, okay, sorry, heh, heh…"

"Oh, the train's started moving."

The brothers stuck their heads out of the window to see an ocean of people. Edward was the first to spot their childhood friend.

"Oi! Winry!"

"So long!"

"And, uh, Thanks for all the fish!"

"Oh! I knew you'd like them!" Winry's smile could still light up a room.

Eh… is it me or are these chapters getting smaller and smaller…

Okay, I'm hoping I can rap the story up in one more chapter, but I might be wrong. I don't really have anything in mind, but be prepared, I am going to introduce one more OC, so be careful. Don't worry though; I won't have any romance involving her.

So, in every chapter so far there has been a random reference to the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy. I wonder if you can find them all...

Notes:

1: I'm not sure it Ed would have any money left over from his Dog-of-the-military days. I just assume he would.

2: Ruemos? I made that up. I hope it doesn't sound too stupid.

3: Russian blue! A real breed of cat, and one of my favorites! But, I don't think Russia exists in FMA world. I'll leave that plot hole there, though... I love Russian blues!

Okay! Sugoi! Next chapter! I'm so lazy, this one took me forever! I'll do my best, but I've been getting writer's block like crazy, so the next chapter may take a long time!

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