A/N: hehehe...

Don't ask why I said that but…hehehe…

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The sun filtered through the curtains of a boy's room. It crept slowly over the mixed up array of alchemical texts and train sets, over the rim of a soft bed with a light orange duvet, onto the sleeping face of a 12-year-old boy. It illuminated his round features, giving a soft shine to his light brown hair.

A soft voice called from downstairs. "Alphonse, wake up! Breakfast is ready!"

A pair of dark honey colored eyes shot open. Alphonse sat up quickly in his bed, knocking over several books that were already had been on the verge of falling off the edge of his bed. For a second all was confusion in his head, as he looked around the room in which he had been dormant.

"My…my old room? What…wait…what am I doing here!" He thought, his mind spinning. He jumped out of bed, and yelled loudly as his feet felt the sharp sensation of a toy train. "Wait a minute…since when could I feel?"

Alphonse looked down at his hands, which weren't the large, metallic ones which he had grown so accustomed to seeing. These hands where small, slightly pale flesh hands, those of a young boy. He felt his face, and where he was expecting to feel cold metal, he felt warm cheeks, a small mouth, a pointed nose. He checked the top of his head; a full crop of messy, thick hair.

"What on earth, I must be dreaming!" cried Alphonse, running to his bathroom. He paused, closing his eyes, before looking in the mirror, somewhat afraid of what he would see. Then, mustering up a large bought of courage, he opened his eyes, and gasped.

It was him in his old body. For a second he didn't know who he was seeing, it had been such a long time. A boy with wide eyes and a shocked expression looked back at him. He reached up and touched his face again. "I…I finally have my body back…"

Suddenly the voice called up to him again. "Alphonse, your pancakes are going to get cold if you don't come down here quicker!"

Alphonse looked over his shoulder and called out quickly without thinking, "I'm coming Mom, I'm just-" He paused, suddenly realizing who it was that was calling to him. Mom.

Alphonse tore down the stairs like a madman, calling out "Mom, MOM!"

As he rushed into the kitchen, the soft smell of pancakes and maple syrup invaded his nostrils. It had been such a long time since he had actually smelt something…Alphonse paused, treasuring the moment. Then his eyes caught that of a beautiful woman with long, brown hair tied in a loose ponytail looking at him with a look of worry. "Alphonse, you don't normally sleep in this late, are you feeling alright?"

Alphonse almost began crying tears of joy. "MOM!" he yelled, and rushed up to give her a giant hug. He began laughing, burying his head into his mother's apron, taking in her scent of cinnamon and sugar. "Well, good morning to you too," said Trisha, hugging her son back gently.

"Jeez Alphonse, you took forever to wake up today," said a rough voice.

Al looked up from hugging his mother to Edward, who was giving him a somewhat crude look. He looked at Ed's right arm, expecting to see wires and silver, but instead all he saw was flesh and blood. He stood there, gazing at Ed, who said after a while, "What, is there a bug on my face or something?"

"Ed, you have your limbs back!" Al cried out joyfully, running to Ed and giving him and hug. Ed let out a yell of surprise and said, "What the heck is wrong with you Al, I never lost them to begin with! ..Ack… you're choking… me…"

Al let go quickly and stared at Ed with a puzzled look on his face. "What do you mean, don't you remember Ed, when we tried the human transmutation you lost your arm and your leg and I lost my body…and then you transmuted my soul into a suit of armor…"

Ed looked back at his brother with a strange look. "When did I transmute your soul into a suit of armor? And since when did we try a human transmutation?"

For a second Al felt a strange sensation in his gut. "But…don't you remember…mom got sick…and we tried to bring her back…Don't you remember brother? You became a state alchemist, and you had an automail arm and leg, and we were looking for the Philosopher's Stone."

"Al, what the hell are you talking about?"

"But brother, don't you-"

"Who was talking about the Philosopher's Stone?"

A tall man entered the room, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hair pulled into a slightly messy ponytail, and as he sat down he took of his round glasses and began polishing them with a soft, white cloth.

Al stared at his father with his mouth open.

"Well, which one of my clever sons was talking about the Philosopher's Stone, hmm?" he asked again.

Hohenheim looked down as his younger son stared at him. "What is it Alphonse, do I have a bug on my face?" he asked good-naturedly. Alphonse shook his head, still staring, mouth still gaping. It was in reality the first time he had ever really seen his father.

Ed stuffed another pancake into his face as he mumbled, "Al'fonsh wash yellin' somefing abou' the Philo'shfer Stone…isn't da' jus' a myf?"

Hohenheim set his glasses down on the table as he looked at Al. "Well, the Philosopher's Stone is considered to be the greatest alchemic amplifier there is...why are you interested in it, son?"

Al looked down at the table as he said, "It's nothing, I just read about it somewhere…"

Hohenheim peered at him closely before saying, "Which book was it? Come to think of it, was it you who took my book on alchemical amplifiers?"

Alphonse opened his mouth to say something just as Edward raised a hand holding a forkful of pancakes. "That was me, I just borrowed it for the night."

Hohenheim held his chin pensativly. "I was wondering where that went…I spent the entire of last night looking for it. Edward, how many times have I told you not to take books without my permission!"

Ed yawned and got out of his chair, and stretched for a bit before answering. "Yeah, yeah, a gazillion times, let's just skip the lecture, ok dad?"

Hohenheim grumbled for a second before turning to a shocked Alphonse. "So, Alphonse, you were-"

He was cut off by Trisha calling softly, "Edward, Alphonse, can you go to Granny Pinako's house, I need you to drop off a few things!"

Ed gave a look at Al. "C'mon Al, let's go see Winry." Al nodded and stood up quickly, leaving Hohenheim with his mouth open to say something.

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A/N: This is gonna be a continuing story, just so you guys know. I put it in this fanfic because I don't think it's gonna be more than 5 or 4 chappies long (it was another randomly-generated idea that popped into my head at 4 in the morning). Anyhow, I hope that you like it!