Dear Mother,
How have you been? I am fine. I have a new roommate. His name is Edward Elric- he's Professor Hohenheim's son, in fact. Apparently I look a lot like his younger brother, Alphonse. This disturbs me to no end, because he insists that he is from another world and that Alphonse is still alive over there, but Professor Hohenheim says that Alphonse is dead. I feel sorry for Herr Elric. He must have loved his brother a lot.
Well, I have to go now Mother. I love you and I hope you are feeling well.
Sincerely,
Your loving son Alfons
Alfons stood, sighing and folding the letter up. Slipping it into the envelope, he shuffled down the hall and placed it delicately into his tiny mail pile. He glanced at Ed's huge pile- full of letters to "Alphonse Elric, Rockbell Automail, Risembool, Amestris"- and just sighed.
"Herr Elric, you are one strange man." He muttered, then went to go make breakfast so he could be done by the time his eccentric roommate woke up.
It was lonely, but it was better than listening to tales about someone he'd never meet, who seemed too unreal to be dead.
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A/N: Thank you my two lovely reviewers! Here's more for you!
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HEIDERICH. IF HE WAS REAL I WOULD KIDNAP HIM.
-fanboy moment-
And yes. I'm a boy.
The Spirit Alchemist: Yes! UPDATES! AGAIN! SO HERE! FOR YOU! MORE! YAY! FOR CAPS!
Twilight Archangel: I know, you just have to love him. But I pity Heiderich, having to hear all those stories about Alphonse and the "better life" Ed had had.