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An: Story in Alphonse's Perspective once more. The fight for the hand of the fair Edward shall now commence. This story is no longer for kids. So kiddies leave the room now. Bu-bye.

August 3rd 1924

Cruise ship from Barcelona to Cairo

Day eight out of fourteen

Brother wasted no time booking the next ship that would take us to Egypt. Winry looks much happier than when she first came, if a little tired. I'm glad. I hate having to see her cry. Once again, we have spent to last of our spending money on the ship. If we ever want to live comfortable lives after this we would have to take another job. That's right, another part time job. Between the four of us we should be able to earn enough for at least a couple enough, though if someone was to ask, I would have chosen bar tending to this any day.

"We have an order for three specials!"

"Coming!"

Kitchen duty. Noa and Winry jumped at the waitress positions, Ed and I are both cooks.

Fun. It's really not so bad… I just wish I could have said my "battle scars" came from actual battles and not ovens or kitchen knifes….

By the time the kitchen closed, I couldn't wait to head out to deck above us and get fresh air. When Brother and I came up, Noa and Winry were already there. Winry was leaning over the rail, looking like she was going to me sick. Noa stood beside her talking to her about something.

"What's the matter with Winry?"

"She said she felt sick and she hasn't been sleeping very well."
Ed walked up to her and leaned over so he could see her face.

"You ok?"

"No. I think I'm gonna lose it" she mumbled.

"Sea Sickness." Noa stated simply.

"She also says she's heard the sound near constant of crying for a while now"

"Nooooaaaa" Winry whined. "Don't tell them thaaat!"

It was then the dry heaves began. Ed rubbed her back a bit, hoping it would help her feel better. Still the chunks let loose. Ed held her hair back till she was finished.

A few minutes later color started to fill in once more.

"What do you mean crying?" I couldn't stop myself from asking.

She rolled her eyes in embarrassment and hung over the rail again. For a moment I thought she was going for round two,

"Crying. You know water-works… Loud and obnoxious. You guys I'm going to go lay down." She then got up and sort-of half wobbled ten steps then stopped. It looked like she was going to fall. Ed raced over, picked her up wedding style, and carried her to the room.

"I'm fine Ed!"

"Bullshit." Ed grumbled, already used to this sort of thing.

"Is not!"

"Is so! You can't even walk strait!"

The argument went back and forth like that with Winry leaning against him, sounding sleepy.

A half hour later Brother came back.

"Well? Is she ok?"
"She's hot."

"Edward you lady killer you." I said jokingly. Hey, it was worth it just to see him flustered.

"Her FOREHEAD was hot Al!! It's a fever. She's clearly sick I hope she gets better soon…"

August 4th 1924

Cruise ship from Barcelona to Cairo

Day nine out of fourteen.

From the moment she woke up. Winry was different. She was perky for one. Talk about bouncing back. It was almost like…

"Something the matter, beauf- erAlphonse?"

"Beauf? Uh… No nothing. You're feeling better I take it."

She only smiled brightly, then, turned back toward the customers, order in hand.

Al… She always called me Al…. Not Alphonse, since when did … beauf??? What did that mean? Despite her cheerful mood, she was just as sick the following night.

"I can't take this anymore! (hurk) uhh", she yelled to the sea.

"Winry?!"

"Oh hi Al,"

"What happened? I thought you said you were better?!"

"(hurk) I said no such thing."

"What does 'Beauf' mean?"

"Huh? I think it means… Brother-in- (vomit)"

"Winry!"

I turned around to see Edward looking scared for her. He soon whisked her away to the room. To be honest, it looked like how Mr. Curtis would sometimes carry away Teacher…. Winry…what was happening to her?

August 5th 1924

Cruise ship from Barcelona to Cairo

Day 10 out of fourteen

Last day on the ship. Maybe if we just got off she would feel better. She didn't even come to work today. If that was all that happened today I would be ok with it by now.

On his break, Ed went to the room to check on her. When he came back his whole face was fire-engine red, his legs stiff.

"What just happened, Brother?"

"Either Winry has a split personality or she's sharing a body with Adelaide."

"What do you mean?"

"It has to be the latter…. The Winry I know wouldn't do that…" He muttered more to himself than me.

"What happened in there?"

"Nothing for your ears."

"Brother?"

"Not telling!" He yelled as he walked (very quickly) to the kitchen

Sorry this chapter took so long to post… work, Harry Potter, the need for sleep and life in general got in the way. I hope to make it up to you by adding a chapter later tonight.