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     so anyway i made a Black★Star blog if anyone’s at all interested 

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ur cold is like 20 degrees im suing

i meant my hEADCOLD im SICK let me LIVE 

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     ///. sure will be nice to remember what life was like before this cold that’s absolutely sapped all my muse and energy to live 

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          AT THAT moment, Alfons thanked God for the ignorance. Despite how his God betrayed him with the illness, he still held faith. He’d take the ignorance, no matter how temporary the solution to the fatal problem. There wasn’t anything anyone could do. It was a waiting game. Waiting for the ever slow hands of death to consume him.

          AN ITCH entered his lungs, something akin to a tickle with pain. A need to cough, and for a second, he wanted to stifle it. Choke it down until it disappeared. But refusing would only make it worse. So he let it out, coughed into a balled fist before clearing his throat and reaching for the sink.

                    “ It wasn’t that cold. Besides, you never wear a                        scarf. But I do scold you for that, so I guess. ”

                                                                      If it’ll make you feel better.

          HE HAD grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water before drinking it, allowing his throat the relief it so craved. After relishing in the moment, he put the emptied glass in the sink and began to look through the pantry and other cupboard for what they were missing.

     “Ah, well, if you want to scold me for that, get in line. Miss Gracia already got me for that this morning.” The air was by no means completely clear of the oppressive heaviness still hanging around their heads like smoke, but it was lighter, at least, now that life was beginning to return to normal routine. Light enough that Ed could push a somewhat more genuine smile onto his face as he followed his roommate into the kitchen, lips twisting upwards into something of a cheeky grin at the memory of the aforementioned morning’s events. 

     “She also wants to scold you, by the way. Says you’re too busy with your job and that you need to come past her shop sometime so that she can see that you’re alright. Honestly, she and officer Hughes need to talk and get married already so that she can be a real mom.” 

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                                     What was she to say to that? 

The last thing she wished to do was upset Ed with answering that loaded question but she couldn’t avoid the topic either… She thought for a moment, fingers moving to brush the boy’s damp fringe from his forehead.

“Al… He’s…he’s doing the best he can and waiting for you to feel better!”

The girl forced a small smile for him, fingers shaking slightly at his forehead. What else was she to say? It was the truth but she could hardly tell him the extent of the situation; how his brother never leaves his spot outside the room, how worried and scared he is, how difficult it was to keep the boy (holding back the sheer weight of armour was hardly easy for a small child) from bursting into the operation room because he could hear the agonising screams coming out from Ed. 

                       And then there was the silence that followed.

 Al hardly spoke, he just sat there, vacant and anguished. Winry was afraid he was broken and often would try to talk to the younger brother, but all she could get from him was a clanking nod and an empty stare (this was all going to take some getting used to).

Al… Goodness, she couldn’t even comprehend what happened to Al, let alone Ed! It was all too much to think about so she chose to ignore the elephant in the room and took to concentrating on one thing at a time.

Ed was looking at her and the small girl had to wonder if he could read the truth in her face (he always could tell when she was lying and would poke fun at how easily her expressions would give herself away). She missed those days of carefree fun, of playing and joking with the boys… was it ever going to be the same again?

                        Nothing will ever be the same

“Ed, you should sleep more or else it’ll take longer to get better…”

     He knew there was truth to her words, but how could she possibly expect him to try and sleep again?? He’d only just fought for his consciousness amidst the haze of mind-numbing medication; it had taken so long to just work his eyes open again, and Winry- 

                -she’d been sitting by his bedside this whole time, hadn’t she? 

     He knew it was pointless to think it ( it was beyond his control, after all ) , but the child didn’t want to worry his friend any further. He didn’t want to lapse off into another fitful, restless, nightmare tormented sleep and leave Winry sitting beside him, scared and helpless and undeserving of the hell he was putting them- all of them- through. And so, at her gentle suggestion ( she didn’t have Granny’s firm tone yet, his hazy addled mind thought with an odd sense of distant detachment ) he rolled his head to face her, cheek pressing to the cool, untouched surface of the pillow and blurry eyes searching once more for her face dim light of the room. It was slightly easier to see now that he’d been awake longer than thirty seconds, and with a few more sluggish blinks he was finally able to focus somewhat on the details of her face. She looked tired, and that knowledge only served to make his chest ache with a brand new wave of guilt. 

     “Y’should be sleepin’ too, y’know...” God, was that really his voice?? That harsh rasp? He’d hardly have recognized it at all if he hadn’t felt it leave his throat in such a hoarse, painful way, and his effort to clear his throat a moment later only served to turn that sandpaper feeling into an even rougher cough, which of course turned into two, then three, and then a complete fit of agonizing hacking. 

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          THE QUESTION of where caught Alfons off guard slightly. We’re here, he was tempted to say, in a futile attempt to lighten to situation. Though it wouldn’t prove useful to a lost and confused.. German? He wasn’t quite sure, though after trying to makeshift put the pieces together in his head, he almost jumped at the startling realization that he could’ve been kidnapped and brought to England for some ritualistic sacrifice.

          THOUGH AGAIN, Alfons couldn’t jump to any assumptions. He had to let things play out naturally and find out in Edwards own time. The laugh must have meant he knew what happened but wasn’t sure on talking about it. Which was fine. Alfons just now needed to help this guy as best as he could.

                    “ This is… a park in downtown London, England.                        And  I  suppose I should introduce  myself.  I’m                        Alfons. Could you tell me where you’re from? ”

          EVER SO slightly different on the pronunciation, but just enough to tell that the names weren’t the same. Though the name of the park was a different story. No matter how many times Alfons passed it on his way to and from school, he never caught or remembered the name of it. It never really mattered, it was the only one in that area and he only ever went in there to pet other people’s dogs.

     Alfons. London. England. 

     Of those three words, only one of them stood out as one he’d heard before. Sure, Alfons was close- he supposed it made sense, being that this person before him had to be this world’s version of Alphonse ( fleetingly, he wondered if it was coincidence at all that he’d been thrown here twice now. was this just the gate’s preferred dumping ground? or was blood calling to blood? ) but London was a word- or a place, more like- that he’d somehow miraculously managed to retain in his memory throughout the frankly CHAOTIC events of the previous few hours. 

     Fuck knew what- or where- England was though. 

     “This is.... London?” Unable to stop himself, the Amestrian turned his head, gold eyes surveying his surroundings properly for the first time since he’d fallen here. It didn’t look like the London he knew from his fleeting visit there; for the most part, it wasn’t on fire. More subtly, however, it was......different. Removed in a way he couldn’t quite put his finger on. 

     But that was a thought that was going to have to wait until later, because this person- this Alfons- who was wearing his brother’s face and supporting him with a hand on his bare shoulder, was still asking him questions he had NO idea how to even begin to answer. Where was he from? VERY far away. Indescribably far, in fact. 

     “I’m......not from around here.” An understatement, if he’d ever spoken one, but for now he couldn’t care less about his little half truths and more about trying to work an easy smile onto his face so that the other didn’t look so damn worried. Worry garnered the want to help, and getting help meant having to run the risk of sounding crazy. 

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          THE NAME the other spoke, along with the words following after, carried a heavy familiarity that caused Alfons to mentally rearrange his own words. He didn’t speak English, that was certain, but what were the odds that a half naked man would appear from seemingly nowhere, spouting off his mother tongue, which just so happened to be German. What other stereotype did they need beyond the worst of it.

          ALFONS FOUND himself helping the other stand better, seeing his dazed confusion mix with his own. First things first, the blood. He needed to know how it got there, where it came from and if he was injured. The words that spilled out felt more natural, yet off, hearing his language fall out after months of not speaking it so regularly.

                    “ It’s alright… Are you alright? Are you hurt? Where                        did this blood come from? ”

          HE TRIED to steady his own breathing as he found himself in a slight panic. The way the other said his name. It lingered in his mind for far longer than it should have, but it sounded like relief. Like he hadn’t seen the person belonging to the name in a long time.

                    “ Can you tell me what happened? What’s your                        name? ”

     Oh, right; the blood. That was definitely still a factor here, dried and peeling and incriminating against his skin as it was.Ed was sure he could almost still smell it- taste the coppery aftertaste of it at the back of his throat- and in an unconscious act, he lifted his hand ( his real one ) and rubbed it against the transmutation circle still scrawled in red rust over his heart. He wasn’t surprised to find it flaking beneath the pads of his fingers, but it did bring to light the question of just how much time had passed between him drawing them and him waking up here. 

     Wherever HERE even WAS. 

     Well, whatever the case, it was too late to pretend it didnt exist, but he was sure telling the other ( Alphonse, that was Alphonse, but- NOT ) it was technically his, but not from any wound existing anymore, would only garner more questions ( and suspicion ) than supply answers. 

     Oh this? It’s mine. I scraped it off the floor from where I was murdered a little while ago- but don’t worry! I got better! 

     God, if he didn’t look like a lunatic before, he sure as hell would after trying to explain any of this to any degree. 

     Realistically, then, the best option was to.......what? 

             He had NO idea. He didn’t have a plan; hell, he hadn’t even really thought this was going to work. He was just....here now, in front of a stranger wearing his brother’s FACE, being asked questions he had no idea how to even BEGIN to answer! 

     There was a hand on his shoulder- firm and reassuring and supporting- and Ed lifted his gaze to meet that eerily similar one ( oh, those eyes were blue ) without really knowing at what stage he’d even dropped it in the first place. Calm down, this is your situation now. Think rationally; these first steps are too important to mess up. 

     “I’m.....I’m Edward. It’s a-” unbidden, a sort of breathless, mirthless laugh slipped past his lips, and he hoped to the merciful god he didn’t even believe in that it didn’t make him look any more crazy than he was sure he already did. “It’s a long story. Can I- uh- ask where.....where this is?” 

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          A SMILE on his brothers face was a sight to behold. It had been so long, it felt even longer since his memories had returned. A genuine smile as something so small. It had caused Al to grin as well, that all so familiar yet foreign tug at his cheeks. A sight indeed, yet as short lived as it was, Al left it to hang for a moment.

          THE QUESTION had caused the younger’s smile to ever so slowly fade. What had Ed missed? So much. Too much. Two years was such a short time in retrospect, and yet, so much consumed those years, it felt longer.

                    “ Well.. Rose’s baby is getting bigger. Elicia                        too.  She  thought I was you at first when  I                        visited. She told me I looked better in your                        coat. ”

          THE GRIN that reappeared on his face felt wrongly placed, yet it remained. A laugh at the last few words before he pushed himself off the table and stretched. He didn’t want to ruin the moment, what little of it they had made.

     If Ed noticed the falter in his brother’s smile he made no mention of it. It wasn’t hard to imagine that things had changed since he’d been gone; a lot could happen in two whole years, after all, and the state the world had been when he’d fallen through the gate... those sorts of conversations were better kept for a different time. For now, he didn’t mind that much if Alphonse wanted to share only the good. In fact, he rather preferred it that way. 

     “Yeah, actually, I was gonna ask about that-” Unlike the somewhat faltering smile pulling stubbornly at Al’s lips, Ed’s grin twisted upwards in a crooked, boyish manner. “-when I left, did you just.....inherit my entire wardrobe?? Not that I mind ( because my clothes are cool and all that ) but.....I thought you and Winry always thought it was.....what was that word Win’ used that one time......ah yes, gaudy.”