Mother's Eyes

Disclaimer: 1 d0/\/'7 pwn F/\/\4, joo /\/\0R0/\/. D00d…

Translation: I don't own FMA, you moron. Dude…

Pairing: None

"Oh, hello Alphonse. Here for the groceries I see." The old shop keeper smiled at the six year old boy that beamed up at him, list in hand. "Where's Edward? He usually comes with you."

"He's off playing with Winry outside." Al said, happily rocking to and fro from his heels to the balls of his feet.

"Well, I'm sure you want to join them so I'll be quick. So young and full of life, enjoy it now before you get to be an old geezer like me." The shop keeper smiled and went about shuffling through the lines of shelves, finding the items on the list.

"You're not too old Mr. Harriman!" Al protested, grabbing the counter corner so he could peek at the elderly man. "As long as you don't think you are you aren't! That's what my mom says."

Mr. Harriman laughed and handed the bag to Alphonse, the grin on his face making him seem a paradox of older and younger at the same time. "Your mother is a wonderful woman Alphonse. Learn everything you can from her. You already have her eyes, green as emeralds. Now run along before your brother gets impatient."

Alphonse beamed. He loved it when people commented on his eyes, it made him feel closer to his mother. He thought his mother was the most beautiful person in the world, and to have her eyes was a huge compliment.

"Thank you Mr. Harriman! Have a nice day! Tell Mrs. Harriman I said hi!" Alphonse ran out the shops door, smiling so much his cheeks were sore. Edward later asked what he was so happy about, but he just smiled wider and wouldn't tell, even when Ed ground his knuckles into his temples. Because he knew Ed would get angry if he told him, because Ed didn't have mother's eyes.

The wind blew through the open window, the curtains fluttering in the cold night breeze, or at least he believed it to be cold because Edward was shivering under his blankets. Being as quiet as he could, Al walked over to the mirror, the memory playing like a broken record over and over again in his head. He gazed into the white balls that were his eyes, searching for some trace of green, even if it was only a trace. But red shone clearly in the mirrors face, the color of blood.

He no longer had mother's eyes.

He would have cried. He so wanted tears to form from the metal, giving him a release from his pain. But no comfort came, the dry red eyes staying placid and clear leaving only his voice to express the hiccupping sobs that his soul cried, the echoing fading into the unforgiving night.

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Authors Note: No pairing! (gasp) Well, if you squint you see EdxWinry I suppose, but eh. I felt like writing something angsty and depressing, so voa-lah. I actually was inspired by an AMV by Dread Knight, seeing Alphonse with green eyes gave my muse a field day. From smut to angst, that's random. Anyways, time for fanmail!

Sailor N: I'm not familiar with those characters or their relationship, so that one would be a little hard to do. --; When I see more of the anime, I'll try, but right now I am clueless about that. Sorry.

Next is a RossxBrosh, so let the hyper fans squeal! (squealing insues) Now that's off our chests, I have to leave. Authors have to sleep sometime!

Wearer of the viking hat,

Gabby the Great