Ah! Sunday. Sunday when I actually have time and opportunity to sit down and work on the computer. Wonderful, wonderful, Sunday.
Anyway, I have something to say that needs saying, because I haven't said it before. And if I don't make sense, it's because I haven't had all of the caffeine needed to function.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, to all of my reviewers. You make my day and I love you all. Happy Sunday. Have a great day, week, month, year, whatever, and thank you, thank you, thank you for sticking with me.
On with it, says my alter ego.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. Wish I did.
Epilogue
It was strange, he thought, that he'd been so eager to share some of his plans, but had lost it all at the end.
The war had ended three months earlier. Edward and Robby had stuck around for a while, then gone back to their Amestris. They'd invited him to come along, but he had declined, saying that another Nazi government was the last thing he needed. He missed them. Stephen O'Kelly had talked him into moving to New York with him.
Now he was back in Germany, one last time, to see if he could pick up the pieces. He hadn't been back in nearly a year.
The house was a mass of charred wood and blackened steel sticking up out of the pristine, white December snow. He walked toward it.
As he walked to where the front door had been, he tripped over something. He looked down.
There was a small, black book lying under the snow. He wouldn't have found it if his legs had been longer. He picked it up and flipped through it.
Circles.
Symbols.
Words he didn't understand.
Ja, he thought, it vas Edvard's research journal, all right.
There was a piece of folded paper in the back. He pulled it out and opened it.
It was the last rocket Edward had ever drawn.
He'd never gotten to see if it would fly.
Alphonse stepped into the charred skeleton of his house and looked around. Nothing, he decided, was worth haking with. Few things had survived. What had brought back too many painful memories.
He stood in the corner where his desk had been for a little while, wondering how his Amestran friends were, wondering where they were, if they'd gotten home safely and found their families.
He turned and walked out, leaving his past and the bloody war behind him to return to his future and someone who would be missing him as of yesterday.