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Edward looked from side to side, running his left hand through his hair. What was it with the world these days? Why was everything all deserted? The only thing he ever saw in his travels were cities, dilapidated cities, and deserts. What did everyone have against a little greenery now and then? Maybe some mountains?

"Brother?" said Alphonse. "Are we getting close yet?"

"How should I know? It's not like there is an exact art to walking through the desert."

"On a horse with no name?"

Edward raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"It's a song."

"Whatever you do, don't start singing it." he said, grinning. "It's bad enough to lose my arm and leg, I wouldn't want to lose my ears, too."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Wadda ya think? You're a horrible singer!"

"Like you're one to talk!"

This argument continued on for quite a while, until finally they got tired and lapsed into an exhausted silence. It was so hot here! It didn't matter how long they traveled, or how far they walked, Edward would never get used to the hot humid air. It was days like these that made his arm and leg hot and heavy.

"Brother, look!" said Alphonse suddenly, causing Edward to leap nearly a foot in the air. "We're here!"

Edward looked into the distance, shading his eyes with his hand. "I don't see anything. You sure you're not seeing things?"

"No, seriously! It's right on the horizon."

"I don't see anything."

"That's because you're closer to the ground than me."

"Wanna say that again!"

"That's not what I meant! That's not what I meant!" he said quickly, backing away from his elder brother, who looked like he was inches away from committing homicide. "You know I'm a lot taller than most people!"

"Humph." he sniffed, crossing his arms.

"Here." he grabbed Edward by the right elbow.

"Hey! What're you- - -!" He cut off as he was tossed into the air, landing on his younger brother's shoulders. "Where do you get off tossing me around like a piece of luggage?"

"Well I'm sorry, Edward, but how else are you supposed to see the town!"

Edward growled, doing a rather decent impression of a Chihuahua. He looked up, spotting a fuzzy grey shape against the outline of the sky. It wasn't very close, but it was definitely a town. "Yep. That's Ensiles. No doubt about it."

"It's supposed to be a pretty big town." Alphonse said, sounding like he was talking about the nicest place he had ever heard of. Even seven foot tall fourteen year olds in suits of armor liked to be around normal people every now and then.

"Remind me again why we couldn't just ride a train?"

"I told you!" he whined in exasperation. They'd had this conversation a dozen times during their three day hike. "The only train that goes there is three towns away, and the amount of money it would cost to get to it and then to there would be way more than we could afford. This is much better for our budget."

He grumbled, kneeling down to try and reach the ground. "Whatever, just let me off." Alphonse started walking, throwing Edward off balance and nearly knocking him to the ground. "Al! What're you trying to do? Stop walking!"

"No, Edward, you stay up there and rest. You've been walking all day."

"I don't need a stinking rest, I need to be let down!"

Alphonse ignored his protests, making his way steadily to the city. Edward didn't shut up for twenty minutes. Maybe his voice had finally given out? Not likely. His elder brother had yelled a lot louder for a lot longer many many times before. He looked up, surprised to find that Edward had fallen asleep on his shoulders. 'Wow, I guess Brother really was tired.' he smiled inwardly, picking up the pace a little. 'I'll let him sleep, at least until we get to the outside of town.'

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Tada! I finished the first part of my first ever Full Metal Alchemist fic. I wish I could write more on it, but Gigantor just came on and I can practically feel the brain cells deteriorating. Hey, can Alphonse get tired, or feel things? I know he doesn't get hungry, but….