Rewrite time! Thanks for being constructive with your reviews! The beginning of the chapters kind of the same, but the rest is different. The OOCness is still there.

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Al looked as though he had just been hit by a sixteen wheeler truck. He had never thought that about his big brother, especially not that he felt that way about Colonel Mustang. He always thought him and the Colonel hated each other. Despite these feelings, the younger Elric knew his brother needed him to be understanding.

Edward kept his silence, not knowing whether Alphonse would have one his rare angry moods, or understand as he usually did.

"Big Brother..." Alphonse was about to give his high maintenance older brother some advice, but didn't know how. Love was feeling Alphonse was familiar with, but not in the same way as Ed was having trouble with. He had felt love towards his family and friends, but not how Edward was.

Not only that, but Ed's love was a problem. If he told anybody, and if the government disliked the two alchemist's love, they could simply revoke his state license. Plus, the Colonel might not have accepted Ed's love. For once, Alphonse could not help his brother.

"Im sorry big brother, but I don't know what to do." Alphonse hung his head.

"It's okay Al, it's not your job to solve my problems. It's not your fault, just promise me you won't tell anybody, okay?" Edward said to his brother.

"I won't." Alphonse answered, reassured of Edwards brotherly love by his words. Edward gave Alphonse a fake smile that looked just real enough for Alphonse to think he felt better. Alphonse wanted his brother to feel better so badly, even the slightest hint of improved feelings from his brother reassured him.

Edward picked up his red cloak and put it on. "Im going to walk around for a while to clear my head, will you be okay here?" he asked Al.

"I'll be just fine brother." Al answered, had he been in his human body, he would have been smiling. So Edward departed from the room.

As Edward walked, he thought about how sad his young brother looked when he had been unable to help him. This made him feel terrible. All he seemed to do was cause problems. He wandered, not knowing where his feet would lead him.

Al was growing more bored by the second. Ever since this Scar person came around, there was so much security upon the alchemist's lives, that there was nothing to do. Tired of staring at the walls, Al rose up and left the room. His brother had been gone for some time, so maybe he could catch up with him.

Hall after hall, room after room Alphonse searched. Unable to find his brother, Alphonse decided it would be best to turn around and go back to the room. Maybe Ed had already returned. The young Elric turned to go back, until he heard somebody calling for him, "Alphonse Elric, I have to talk to you."

Alphonse looked at the speaker, it was Colonel Roy Mustang. Whatever he desired, it couldn't have been a good thing for the younger of the two brothers. Maybe he'd done something wrong, or there was only room for state alchemists left in the fort because there were so many, and he was going to be kicked out. His high pitched voice shook,

"Y-yes colonel?" he asked, tempted to turn and run.

"I wanted to talk to you about Fullmetal." Alphonse was relieved he was not in trouble, but now worried his older brother may have been. The Colonel continued, "He has been acting strange lately. You two are very close, so you must know what's going on."

Al knew very well what was going on, and though he was honest, he was also loyal to his brother and intent about keeping his promise. "Nothing is going on Colonel."

"Something must be going on. He is acting suspicious, and with all the murders, I need to keep a close watch on the military because you never know when there is a traitor among you. If there's too much suspicion around him, he could have all means of protection taken away from him, and that would mean you as well."

Had Alphonse been made of flesh and bone rather than metal, he would have been sweating from the pressure. He had two choices, either tell the truth and break his promise, or say nothing and be doomed.

He didn't know what to do.

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Okay, that should be better. I can't thank you enough person who reviewed with constructive criticism (Im not using your username since rules say you can't reply to reviews).

Hooray for cliffhangers!