Of Peace and Errands
Summary: Alphonse makes a run for Winry...
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the character, I'm just here to make sure they keep their heads straight.
Written by: The Castle in the Clouds
"How may I help you?" The man behind the counter demanded, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Alphonse.
"Hello, I um..." Al looked down to the paper he held in his hand, it was a good thing Winry had given him a list.
"I need three packages of A-100 bolts and nuts, a can of high temperature bearing grease... Um, a roll of electrical tape and needle nose pliers." Al read off the parts with unease. He had no idea what the heck any of this was, and he sure didn't want to come home with the wrong stuff. The man eyed him as a greenhorn, or amateur at best which made Al feel even more out of place.
"That it?"
Alphonse nodded as the man gave a half hearted wave, walking back to the stockroom to grab the parts Al just rambled off.
Why couldn't brother have just come?
Al stood there as he tapped his fingers on the counter top. He had no idea what he was asking for, but he recognized some of the tools hanging on the wall. In fact he was pretty sure Winry owned most of this stuff.
As Al waited, he noticed a suit of armor in the corner of the shop. A small smile graced his face as memories surfaced from the time that he and Ed traveled the country to regain their bodies. Life was peaceful now, and there was little to do. But maybe that wasn't such a bad thing? Times had changed, and it sure was nice having his real body back. Still, he could never forget the adventures that he and Edward had while they were searching for the philosophers stone.
The man returned from the back room and piled the parts and tools on the counter. "That's everything you asked for."
Al nodded a thank you and pointed to the armor in the back. "Where did you get something like that?"
The man turned to the armor and smiled. "Had that in the shop for years. Metal working is my thing, so when I saw the craftsmanship of this suit of armor I had to buy it from the man."
Al smiled. "Do you remember who you bought it from?"
The guy thought for a moment and shook his head. "Nope, sorry... Cant remember, all I know was that he was a collector that traveled the country. I think he lived in some quaint town somewhere... beats me. You interested?"
Al shook his head and waved his hands. "Oh no! I'm not interested, I was just curious."
The shopkeeper smiled and began adding up the cost. "That's alright, your to small to wear it anyway..."
The man did some quick math on a ticket and looked to Al with the final price. "That will be a hundred Cens..."
Al nodded and reached into his pocket, but his eyes grew wide as he fished around for the money Winry gave him, realizing that he had left it at home.
Maybe it would have been better if his brother had come instead.
