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Flower Kid is a Leprechaun - Thank you! For the story sake, we're going to make Edward in his mid-twenties if not early twenties. Also for story sake, we'll make Alphonse about...four years younger? Or so by looks? I think that's what I planned out. I don't remember. You'll have to see later. I do explain it. XD

the light before the darkness - Aw thank you!!! I love hearing comments like these. If you've read my past stories, you can see my writting has improved a lot, even if it isn't that good. Thank you! -huggles-

HughesHanajimaHilariaHypocrite - Hehehe, you'll just have to wait and see. X3

Hikari (The Grammar Lover) - Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it and I'm glad you pointed out grammer. Some of the grammer I mess up on I do on purpose. Because in my mind, the way it's read it some what poetic, so I wrote it to flow that way. You are right though, there are places that I need to check up on. Which is why I found myself and editor to check over everything. She's really good, so I trust her enough to help with that.

Chapter two - Caught

That night had not been an easy one for the brothers. Edward had nothing to say to his brother. Nothing comforting anyway. After Edward had shut the door at the man, Alphonse had gone straight to his room and slammed the door. Locking it so Edward couldn't even see his brother. Sure, he could just as easily as Alphonse to unlock it, his brother always obeyed, but he figured Alphonse could use the time alone.

Edward had gone to his own room to think things over. What was he suppose to do? If that man had seen them...If that man had found their eyes to be that interesting...What was stopping them from coming back. He could only hope that they didn't bother.

"Hey Al?" Edward said with a small knock to his brother's door. It was evening time now. Too late to be afternoon, to early to be night. Just perfect in the evening. "Dinner will be done in a bit, why don't you go wash up."

After saying that, Edward left the door side and went down into the kitchen/dinning room. He let out another sigh as he looked over at what he'd made for dinner. It wasn't anything fancy like the stew they had for lunch, but if Alphonse wanted some of that instead, there was still some leftover.

Dinner was nothing more than a small roasted chicken with two baked potatoes and a loaf of bread. It was an average meal. Small, which was perfect for the two boys. As much as Edward hated to admit it; it was easier to get along with Noah there.

He cleared his throat as he started to set the table. Putting out their plates and silverware. Napkins folded neatly under the spoon and fork. Knife left alone. He placed a rag on the center of the table and let the meal lay on top. Then Edward grabbed their drinks.

Water for the both of them, since Edward hadn't bought the milk that month. He didn't really mind. He hated the taste of the stuff. Hm, he seemed to hate a lot of things.

Alphonse was sluggish to leave his room. It was dark with the lights off, almost pitch black actually. His bed was messy when he left; he'd obviously been sitting on it. He wiped his eyes as he headed to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Once he'd reached the bathroom, he shut the door and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked like a mess. His hair was sticking up in various places. His eyes were red and puffy from the tears he had shed earlier that day; with the stains on his cheeks to prove it. He took in a deep breath then turned on the water to let it run into the sink. He dipped his hands under it, using soap of course, to wash his hands. It felt good; the warm water.

He just stared at them as he thought about everything. The way that man looked at him. He was so...perplexed. Then again, how many people did you see walking around with gold hair and gold eyes? Not many.

"He'll probably say something to his leader," Alphonse said softly to himself as he dried his hands and headed to the kitchen. Fixing his hair a bit as he went. "So, what's for dinner?" Alphonse asked with a weak smile. Trying to act like nothing was wrong.

Edward noticed the false smile, but went along with it anyway, "nothing much. Chicken, potatoes, and bre-"

"Chicken? Wow brother, today's meals are all fancy aren't they?" Alphonse teased as he sat down. "Savings again?"

"Yeah," Edward said with a little smile. It was nice to see his brother actually happy. He normally was, but after that whole thing. He was only glad Alphonse was better. "Just don't get use to it. This stuff is expensive and we still need to buy other things."

"It's fine brother," Alphonse said as he split his potato in half and buttered the surface lightly. Then mashed it up, watching the steam dance into the air. Edward did the same with his potato then took a nice big bit. For some reason he'd always liked the taste of potatoes.

"I hope it's just cooked well enough. I'd hate to be feeding you rotten food," Edward said as he took a slice of bread. He buttered that as well and set it off to the side on his plate, taking another bite of potatoes as he took some chicken. "You like the legs right?"

Alphonse nodded with a little smile, "only if you don't want them," he said as he took a sip of water.

Edward grinned, "nope, I reserved those just for you." He said as he took a chicken leg and reached over to put it on Alphonse's plate. "Made with just the right amount of spices too. Hope it's the way you like it."

Alphonse hesitated a moment then took a small bite, he beamed afterward, "it tastes perfect!" Edward laughed and went to say something when there was a knock on the door. Both boys froze and glanced in the direction. Alphonse's smile he had a moment ago vanished as he stared down at his dinner, going into a small state of sadness.

Edward watched Alphonse, narrowing his eyes a bit as he got up. "Stay here," he told Alphonse as he headed downstairs. Alphonse just sat there looking ready to cry but told himself not too. It was probably just Gracia right?

"Yes?" Edward called as he headed down the stairs, glaring at the door. Who the hell was there so late? Sure it was technically early, but it was late for visitors. The Hughes family knew that. "Who's there?" Edward asked as he got closer.

He looked through the peep hole and cursed himself for already speaking.

It was them.

He shook his head and backed up a little as they knocked again. He glanced behind himself at the stairs then back to the door. What was he suppose to do?

"Edward Elric, we would like a word with you," one man said. It was that Edward guy from earlier that day. Edward licked his chapped lips as he went to the door again. No way was he going to let them in, but he couldn't ignore them. They knew he was there.

"Yes, what can I help you with?" He asked as politely as he could as he opened the door a fragment and looked out. He cursed to himself again. Three of them. That wasn't many, but if he opposed any one of them, he'd be...

"We would like a word with you and your brother," another man said off to the side. This man had blonde hair and blue eyes. Aryan. The three men each wore the same uniform, with the same pins on the left breast. Nazis. Edward hated Nazis.

"I'm sorry, but my brother isn't here right now." Edward said as he studied each one of the men. They were well built, so it was apparent Edward couldn't take them on alone. Well, on a plus side, he did have his automail to back him up. Then again, it was rusty and probably would freeze up halfway through a fight if any came.

'Note to Winry: Make never rusting automail.' He said mentally to himself.

"Can we take a look inside?" One of the men said as he pushed his way passed Edward. The two others followed right after him, pushing Edward out of their way. Edward fumbled a little, but caught himself as he watched them head for the stairs.

"H-hey!" He shouted as he ran after them. One of them, Edward, turned around.

"It would be better for your health if you didn't object to us," he said monotonously. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it he held it up. Edward looked it over carefully then glared. Damn. A search warrant.

"Just what exactly are you looking for?" Edward asked as he heard a small whine. His eyes went wide as he looked past the Nazi man and saw the other two. One was holding onto Alphonse by the wrists, while the other was still looking around. Edward growled under his breath as he looked back to the man in front of him, "let him go."

"Your both under arrest," the man replied as he stuffed the document back into his pocket. "You are both to come with us."

"What have we done to get arrested?" Edward asked as calmly as he could. It was hard. Especially with Alphonse up the stairs, giving almost no struggle at all. Trying to cooperate as calmly as possible.

"You lied for one thing Mr. Elric," Mr. Elric? That just sounded nasty. "Another concerning your heritage." He finished.

"Our heritage?" Edward repeated questionably.

"Yes. Your eyes," he said with a little nod. "Our leader would like to speak to you about them. They are an unusual color," he glanced over his shoulder, "both you and your brother have the same eyes."

"Yes, but his are darker. They're almost brown," Edward countered.

"None the less, we have orders to apprehend both the Elrics. It would be best if you cooperate. That way we don't have to hurt either of you."

"Is that a threat?" Edward hissed lightly.

"Ed, please just do what they say," Alphonse pleaded from up the stairs. Edward looked over at his younger brother. Seeing Alphonse's face he sighed and nodded. He'd go along with it. For now. For his sake.

Well, that's all you get for chapter two! Sorry it took so long to post. I finished it forever ago, but fanfiction wouldn't let me post for some odd reason. I don't know. Sorry it's short, but the next one will be longer! I promise! RxR!

P.s. Sorry Hikari! My editor didn't check this chapter. ;;

- Kori