This is really unusual. Normally, my dad would be on the 'net and I wouldn't have a chance to update.
I guess there was some confusion over the Fuhrer in this story. I'm actually referring to Hitler, but I guess it could be either.
One last note: Nein is no in German.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. Wish I did.
"Do you know him?" Robby asked.
"Nein," Alphonse replied.
"Maybe he means another Al?" he suggested.
"Maybe," Alphonse agreed.
"Vell, ve'd better find out. I don't vant to vake up one night to find he's out to kill dis 'Al' person," Alphonse said.
"Yeah, that might be a bit awkward," Robby said.
"Al?" he repeated. "Roy?"
"Dere is no one here who answers to dose names," Alphonse said. "I am Alphonse Heiderich and he's Robby Mustang."
"Edward Elric," he said. "Where am I? Where's Al?"
"You are in Germany. Ve do not know vhere dese people are," Alphonse informed him.
"Where are you from?" Robby asked.
"Amestris," Edward replied. "What's Germany and what am I doing in it?"
Robby had to turn away to hide his laughs, but he couldn't hide the choked laughs, or how obviously funny he thought Edward's answer was.
"Don't mind him. Germany is a country. Vhy don't you ask yourself vhat you're doing in it? It's not like you told us," Alphonse said. He'd been up all night and was tired and didn't want to deal with lost kids, dammit. And what was Amestris, anyway?
Then the answer popped into his head. Amestris was where Robby was from.
"So," Robby said, finally getting over his hysterics. "Are you involved with the military?"
"Yes. I'm a state alchemist," Edward replied.
"Don't tell people stuff like that," Robby warned. "But just between you and me, has Roy reached the top yet? Idiot's my brother, you know."
"No, no he hasn't," Edward said. "I don't even remember where he was. I haven't seen him in a while."
Robby shook his head. "Always wanted it all, he did."
"Aren't you from Amestris?" Alphonse said.
"Why, yes, I am, as a matter of fact," Robby replied.
"Where in Amestris?" Edward asked.
"Central City," he replied.
"I'll get more coffee," Alphonse said quietly and got up. Neither seemed to hear him.
Talk all you want, he thought. Talk all you want, but there'll be a little less of that boy when the soldiers come and he doesn't have a story.
So he was feeling pessimistic.
Seven hours in a blizzard whilst dodging soldiers from both sides of the continent will do that to you.