A/N Not my most story filled chapter, but it's okay. I finally updated, I had to take a vacation from typing for a while, my creativity was zapped. This pretty much is just the train ride, so read. I really decided I should start typing again when I got that review from bazooka lady over there who threatened me, I know I have to hurry up when people start swearing or sending threats in their reviews. Well, here you go! Also, see if you can notice anything different about this chapter that came to me in a stroke of inspiration in a dream.

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, and you keep away from my ramen and lint!

Ed and Roy left the next morning, before anyone else awoke. Pinako was the only one to watch as they walked away in the darkness, hand in hand. "Are you sure it's okay to just leave like this?" Roy asked, it was quite sudden.

"Yeah. We did it the first night we left, I don't think I could last much longer around any of them," Ed replied in a muffled voice. They continued to walk towards the train station.

-Ice Cream-

"Hmm?" Roy said, snapping back to reality, "Right. What'd you get?" Ed handed him a sandwich, the cheese, the bottle of wine, and a glass for it. "They let you buy alcohol?" Roy asked.

"Guess so, not like I'm the one who's gonna drink it though, so what difference does it make?" Ed replied, snapping open his soda. It fizzed pleasantly in his mouth when he drank it. Roy shrugged, pouring out a glass of wine for himself. They sat and ate in silence, staring at the passing scenery. "I can't believe you slept for the last three hours," Ed mused. Roy really slept too much on train rides.

Roy shrugged, it wasn't his fault they were so boring. Ed took small bites from his sandwich, chewing each thoroughly before swallowing, he wanted to eat the rest, he wanted to shove them all down his throat right now. But he couldn't, he waited. They were safely hidden in his pockets, as far as Roy knew; he'd only bought two. "I need to go to the bathroom," Ed said quietly, getting up and walking away. Roy watched him, noticing his pockets were bulging slightly.

Ed went into one of the bathroom stalls, pulling down the lid and sitting on it. He pulled the three other sandwiches out of his pockets and forced them all down in quick succession. He still felt empty, but less so. He gulped down his soda, it burned his eyes and nose drinking it so fast, but that was ok, it made it a lot easier to puke drinking carbonated drinks beforehand. He pulled up the seat, he didn't have to reach down his throat, the soda had done its job. Ed heaved, it felt so good, and it wasn't bad, like smoking or drinking. It was just eating, right? Puking is natural for the body, so that was okay too, he was just using it to help him cope.

Ed flushed the toilet; he didn't feel as much pressure as before. It had stopped pressing in on him, and he could breath freely. Ed smiled, leaving the stall and going to the sink. He washed out his mouth, he didn't have any more mouthwash, but he still wanted to wash out the taste, and get rid of at least some of the smell. Ed looked in the mirror, he looked fine. Sure he was feeling tired a lot lately, but that was the depression, he just needed to exercise more.

He walked back to his seat, Roy was sipping wine. He probably already had a buzz from it; Ed remembered how he'd said he became an alcoholic. It must have been hard, Ed thought sadly, dealing with something that big, having blood on your hands. "Ed," Roy said as he sat down, "Why'd you take so long?"

"Oh, it was nothing," Ed replied, "Did you drink that entire bottle?"

"Of course not," Roy said, "Only a couple glasses. Ed, have you ever had wine?"

"No, I'm still underage," Ed said, Roy was definitely suffering under the influence of the alcohol.

"Try some," Roy said, handing Ed the glass. Ed shrugged, he didn't know why everyone loved alcohol so much, it couldn't be that great. He took a few sips, it was weird. It tasted like grapes, but it was warm when he swallowed it, it was nice. "You can have the rest, now you're in the military, you're no longer a child," he said, "But don't get too attached to it, you still have a few years before you can actually legally drink. People get drunk so they can forget, so that they don't have to deal with life's problems."

"Sounds nice," Ed said resentfully, taking another gulp.

"Not at all actually," Roy replied, "By drinking you only run from your problems, it's only a temporary answer. You'll have to face them eventually, and it's much easier to do that without a hangover." Ed smiled, Roy knew from experience. "Ed, I need to tell you something," he said.

"What?" Ed asked.

"Come closer," Roy replied. Ed leaned forward, Roy looked serious. Roy smirked, god how the authoress loves that smirk, and kissed Ed. He slipped in his tongue, intending to deepen the kiss, before pulling away. He paused for a moment, looking thoughtful "Ed, do you get motion sickness?" he asked casually.

"No, never have. I always take the train, how could I stand getting sick all the time?" Ed replied, slightly confused. Something was up.

"Hmm, because I remember you mentioning earlier after our train ride here that you sometimes got motion sickness on the train, remember? After you puked," Roy said calmly.

"Well, that is, only when I eat too much, but that barely ever happens so, I, forgot to, to mention it," Ed reasoned, searching for a way out.

"And you took quite a while in the bathroom, you were throwing up, weren't you?" Roy asked.

"No, no, it's just," Ed thought quickly, it must have been the kiss. Time to change stories. "Yes. I was throwing up in the bathroom," Ed sighed, looking away from Roy. "I've been feeling, sick, but I've tried to hide it, I had to go back for the funeral, no matter how I felt," Ed finished. Ed couldn't look him in the eyes, sorry Roy.

"So that's it, I was getting worried," Roy sighed in relief. It all made sense, he was glad Ed was okay. "You shouldn't pull stuff like that when you're sick, have you seen a doctor?"

"Yeah," with a great deal of effort Ed smiled, "I saw one before I left, I should be fine. At most another couple days, it's just the stomach flu." Ed was disgusted with how easily the words flowed out, how easily he could lie to Roy with how he felt about him. But he had a sinking feeling he'd have to do much more of it.

"Then get some rest, take the next couple days off," Roy replied, "You should listen to your teacher and take better care of yourself." Ed nodded, settling down to watch the scenery pass. His stomach bubbled, it was empty, but once he got back he could fill it. For now, he felt relaxed.

'But will you really recover that quickly?' Roy thought uneasily. He'd gone to see Ed's doctor just before leaving to see how he was, and it looked like the doctor hadn't seen Ed for at least a year. Ed was lying, and something bigger than stomach flu was wrong with him.

A/N Yes, did you notice the difference? Only happened once this chapter, but instead of IIIIIIIIIII I put –Ice Cream- as my divider. This is in memorial of my ice cream my brother ate, and a thank you for the reviewers who gave me ice cream. Back to the story, Roy's starting to catch on, Ed really walked into that one. Maybe it was the alcohol? Well, I'll update much sooner, five reviews at least for the next chapter! I didn't get 10 as requested last time, but updated anyways, but 5 is my new regular request, except for in special situations. The more reviews, the sooner the update, lets just say that. Well, later!