A/N Hello! This chapter is not as long as usual, I'm sorry! Thanks again to all of my reviewers, you make me want to update! Also, I have a new hat, I love it! On a completely different note, I must warn you all. I am utterly horrible at romance, it is my main source of writer' block and frustration. But I'm trying! Give me a break, it's tough! On another note, I have nothing against cutting fics. In fact I love cutting fics! I originally was going to make a cutting fic; it's just that I decided against it in the end. I like my fics to be as original as I can make them, so I used this instead. It suited me and my writing style better as well. Thanks again for the reviews, well, here you go!

Roy walked into Ed's room. He was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "Ed, how are you?"

"Crappy." Ed sat up; his eyes were dim and weary looking. Roy walked over, sitting down next to him. "Ed, I have to tell you something."

"What?" Roy could resist no longer. Leaning forwards he kissed Ed on the mouth gently. Ed gasped, unable to believe what was happening. The colonel, and him? Roy's tongue fought with Ed's, as the force of the kiss increased.

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Ed finished washing out his mouth; there was no more blood. After one final check in the mirror to make sure he looked normal, Ed walked back to his seat in front of Roy. Roy on the other hand was asleep, drool dripping steadily from the corner of his mouth. 'Probably dreaming of something perverted,' mused Ed, before sitting back to watch the scenery flash by.

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Ed paused, pulling back from the kiss. He shook Roy's shoulder. "What's wrong Ed?" Roy asked, what was the hold up?

"Roy, you've got to wake up," Ed said in an angry voice.

"What?"

"Wake up already, this is our stop!"

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"Wake up already, this is our stop!" Ed yelled at Roy, shaking him into consciousness.

"You shouldn't wake people up in the middle of good dreams," Roy said, glaring at Ed for a moment.

"Come on already, we've got to get off the train," Ed yelled, as Roy, now fully conscious, got up and lazily followed Ed out the door.

After getting their luggage, they began to hike off towards Aunt Pinako's. Mustang was amazed at what a small town Ed lived in, everything was so calm, and peaceful. Everyone knew one another, and it seemed everyone they passed knew Ed.

"So, still with the military?" asked one of the men working in the fields, "Always knew you were good at that alchemy stuff, just like your father. Why've you come back so suddenly, broke your arm again?"

"Nope, it's family business," Ed replied with a small smile.

Ed walked on casually, as Roy noticed something. For the first time in quite a while, he was smiling. Not a very big smile, or one filled with joy, but a contented smile nonetheless. Ed felt wave after wave of old feelings and memories washing over him with every step. How could he have stayed away from here for so long? It was the type of peace and quiet he now craved. Solitude, and welcome ness. And yet it was a bittersweet feeling, sorrows mixing in with the rest of his feelings. Memories of Alphonse plagued him nonstop since he arrived, and his stomach was doing back flips.

Ed stepped back. "What's wrong?" Roy asked, as Ed keeled over in pain. His stomach burned, he could see a young Alphonse smiling at him. Ed got up, running as fast as his legs would take him. He crouched down behind a grove of trees, it was too much. The memories were pressing in on him, too many feelings to describe. He was suffocating, gasping for air.

"Ed?" Roy said in a panic stricken voice, as he found Ed on his knees, wiping his mouth. Ed looked down, it was the few remains of the small lunch he had had on the train, stained with a deep red liquid. He jumped up at the sound of Roy's voice; kicking dust over the blood in what he hoped was a casual way to cover the blood.

"I'm fine, just ate a bit too much on the train for lunch, you slept through it remember?" Ed said, swallowing deeply.

"Ed, are you sure you're alright? You were just sick," Roy said, staring at the puddle on the ground behind Ed. Something wasn't right here.

"I'll be all right, let's just get to the Rockbell's, it's getting dark," Ed replied, walking away, trying to distract Roy from the now visible blood on the ground. Roy followed Ed; there was little else he could do. But he was worried, Ed wasn't feeling as well as he said, and Roy knew it. He would have to wait and see what happened.

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"Ed, I'm glad you got here all right, come in," said Pinako, opening the door widely.

"This is Colonel Mustang, the guy I told you would be coming with me," Ed said once they were inside, gesturing towards Roy.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Pinako Rockbell, and of course this is Winry," Rinako explained, as Winry came in the room.

"Ed, you're finally here!" she said in surprise, looking up from some scrap metal she was tinkering with. "We kept your room exactly the same since you left, and added a bed for the colonel."

"Thanks, it's nice to be with fam-" Ed started, choking on a hidden sob, "it's… nice to be with friends again. Well, it's been a long trip, so I think we'll catch up on some sleep," Ed finished, smiling again. He picked up his luggage and showed Roy to their room.

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"They seem quite nice," Roy commented after a few moments silence.

"Yes, they took me and Alphonse in after our mother died when we were young," Ed said. He stopped talking; it was too hard to speak. Too hard to remember. So he simply lay down to go to sleep. Seeing no use in staying up, Roy eventually followed suit. Ed slept better than usual that night, he didn't even wake up again until midnight.

A/N Gasp, Ed is feeling super sick. Gotsta stop here for now, please, please review! If you do I will love you. I'll try to update next weekend, but it may be sooner or later, I don't know. I am romantically challenged! Forgive me! Lastly, I am most likely going to change this fic to a Mature rating, due to later… lemony stuff. And all the blood and puking and etc. Well, good night!