Forget-me-nots grew especially well around Alfons Heiderich's grave. They quivered and danced whenever a breeze blew. They were the exact same colour as his eyes: a brilliant, shining, intelligent blue. The colour of youth and what seems happy at first, but is really maybe sort of a sad hue. Just like Alfons, who seemed like a motivated, hardworking young man for the sake of the world; but really only wanted to be remembered.

Edward Elric remembered him. He was never one for sentimentalities, but Alfons had been his friend all the same. So at least once a year, on the anniversary of his death, (which was also the date on which Edward had saved a whole world) he visited him. He never brought a bouquet; that was cheesy and plenty of flowers grew around the grave anyway, but he did kneel by the tombstone and pay his respects. This boy, forever seventeen, had helped him find his brother again, the one person he could let in to his life. Edward recalled that day. He sat in a rocket with Alfons standing over him, securing him. He had always been securing him. He told him how it would work, how it would get him to the other side of the gate.

"Wait, who says I want to go?" Ed asked, a little bit frantic behind his words.

"I want you to go," and then the boy smiled.

"…Am I in your way, Alfons?"

"We're not just something that exists in a dream of yours," he responded. Ed realized just then exactly how real this world was to him, how real Alfons was to him.

Alfons continued, "Even if I'm dying…I know who am and I know I exist."

The boy had taken his hand then. He had looked into his eyes, deep blue meeting spun gold. The moment lasted forever and ended all too quickly. "Don't forget." And with that Alfons closed the cover and ran to the controls, sending Edward off on an entire other journey and the road to his brother.

And when he came back and saw him on the ground, bleeding and long dead…

He owed him, and the least he could do was remember him.

But then, how could he forget? He saw his near facsimile everyday. Though, he had always considered Alfons Heiderich to be a copy of his brother. The face was the same, except for the eyes. His brother had a deep, gentle grey while Heiderich's eyes were a shining blue. Just like, Edward noticed, the forget-me-nots that covered the earth at his grave. Edward had never learned what particular flowers mean, but it didn't take a genius (though he was one) to figure that what forget-me-nots represent.

So with a small, sad, smile he stood up on two legs, one flesh, one metal, and watched the flowers dance again in the warm afternoon wind.

"Don't forget me," And Ed could almost hear Alfons's voice drifting to him from the shivering petals. And he, perhaps subconsciously, nodded his head just the tiniest bit. He turned away from the grave and started walking home. Could he even forget this boy? The one who had lived with him and died for him? He could still feel the phantom hand on his, lying atop his fingers as Alfons looked into his eyes, telling him: "Don't forget." And as long as the forget-me-nots stayed blue, and even beyond that, Edward Elric knew that he never, never would.

The forget-me-not means "Remember Me Forever"