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Fanfiction: "Nighttime"
Author: sakikotetsu
Pairing: Kyoudai!Ed/Al
Genre: fluff
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Alphonse shivered even underneath his thick wool blanket. He still felt cold, but alone more than anything.
He was spending the night at Winry’s by order of his mother to separate him and his brother for a little while after the two of them had gotten into a particularly nasty fight. Yelling and shouting, and punching and kicking, all in the name of who had to carry in the firewood. Though it probably wouldn’t have gotten so bad if Al hadn’t mentioned Ed’s height problem. But he had, one thing lead to another, and if Trisha hadn’t pried them apart when she did, there probably would have been some sort of cataclysm. By the time she got there, Al already had bruises on his left arm, and a scratch down his right cheek, while Ed suffered a handful of missing hair, and a split bottom lip.
It had been bad, and Al now felt terrible. At first, he had been glad to be rid of his stubborn older (‘but shorter’, he would always add) brother, but after a mere hour at the Rockbell’s home, Alphonse wanted desperately to go back home and apologize. He had asked Auntie Pinako if he could go home, but she wouldn’t allow him. Said that his mother wanted him there, so he would stay there. He could tough it out. So he took to playing around the house and yard with Winry to distract himself, and it had worked pretty up until bedtime.
He was so used to having another person in the room, so when he tucked himself into bed in the empty guest room, he found it impossible to fall asleep. He longed to be back in his own bed, his brother only a few steps away if he needed him.
Al furrowed his brow, suddenly determined. He sat up, climbed out of the bed, made it (it was only common courtesy), and not even bothering to change out of his pajamas, left the room, and went out the front door. He shivered, now sincerely cold, and looked around in the darkness. Fear began to take over him, but he pushed it away best he could, and began his long trek back home.
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Meanwhile, back at the Elric household, a seven-year-old Edward lay awake in his bed, eyes staring up at the ceiling. His pride didn’t want him to admit him, but the absence oh his little brother was making him anxious… and a little lonely. He was starting to feel bad about their fight, all thoughts of ‘it was his own stupid fault, he had it coming to him’ long since forgotten. He sighed, wondering if Al was thinking the same thi-
Creeeeaaaak.
Edward jumped in fear, looking to the other side of the room as the door slowly opened. Eyes wide, he looked at the doorway and watched as a small figure made its way into the room.
“Brother?” it called softly. Ed stared, a little too surprised to react.
“Al…?” he called back tentatively. Through the darkness, Ed saw a small smile appear on Al’s face, and then he padded his way over to his bed, not even bothering to close the door behind him. Without a single word, he climbed onto the mattress, pulled himself under the blankets, and snuggled up to his brother, who recoiled immediately.
“Al, you’re cold!” he gasped. But then something dawned on him. “Al, did you… walk here?”
The brunette nodded up at him, Edward looking at him with a incredulous expression on his face. Sure, they walked back and forth to Winry’s all the time, but never late at night and all alone.
“But why?”
Alphonse smiled, just happy to be back home and with his brother. The argument from earlier that day might as well not have happened. He scooted closer to Edward again, wrapping shy arms around him.
“I missed you, Brother,” he answered simply.
Ed remained still for a moment, still surprised that Al was even there, but soon relaxed and wrapped Al up in his arms protectively. He was still a little cold, so he had to warm him up.
“Missed you to, Al.”
Fanfiction: "Nighttime"
Author: sakikotetsu
Pairing: Kyoudai!Ed/Al
Genre: fluff
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Alphonse shivered even underneath his thick wool blanket. He still felt cold, but alone more than anything.
He was spending the night at Winry’s by order of his mother to separate him and his brother for a little while after the two of them had gotten into a particularly nasty fight. Yelling and shouting, and punching and kicking, all in the name of who had to carry in the firewood. Though it probably wouldn’t have gotten so bad if Al hadn’t mentioned Ed’s height problem. But he had, one thing lead to another, and if Trisha hadn’t pried them apart when she did, there probably would have been some sort of cataclysm. By the time she got there, Al already had bruises on his left arm, and a scratch down his right cheek, while Ed suffered a handful of missing hair, and a split bottom lip.
It had been bad, and Al now felt terrible. At first, he had been glad to be rid of his stubborn older (‘but shorter’, he would always add) brother, but after a mere hour at the Rockbell’s home, Alphonse wanted desperately to go back home and apologize. He had asked Auntie Pinako if he could go home, but she wouldn’t allow him. Said that his mother wanted him there, so he would stay there. He could tough it out. So he took to playing around the house and yard with Winry to distract himself, and it had worked pretty up until bedtime.
He was so used to having another person in the room, so when he tucked himself into bed in the empty guest room, he found it impossible to fall asleep. He longed to be back in his own bed, his brother only a few steps away if he needed him.
Al furrowed his brow, suddenly determined. He sat up, climbed out of the bed, made it (it was only common courtesy), and not even bothering to change out of his pajamas, left the room, and went out the front door. He shivered, now sincerely cold, and looked around in the darkness. Fear began to take over him, but he pushed it away best he could, and began his long trek back home.
--
Meanwhile, back at the Elric household, a seven-year-old Edward lay awake in his bed, eyes staring up at the ceiling. His pride didn’t want him to admit him, but the absence oh his little brother was making him anxious… and a little lonely. He was starting to feel bad about their fight, all thoughts of ‘it was his own stupid fault, he had it coming to him’ long since forgotten. He sighed, wondering if Al was thinking the same thi-
Creeeeaaaak.
Edward jumped in fear, looking to the other side of the room as the door slowly opened. Eyes wide, he looked at the doorway and watched as a small figure made its way into the room.
“Brother?” it called softly. Ed stared, a little too surprised to react.
“Al…?” he called back tentatively. Through the darkness, Ed saw a small smile appear on Al’s face, and then he padded his way over to his bed, not even bothering to close the door behind him. Without a single word, he climbed onto the mattress, pulled himself under the blankets, and snuggled up to his brother, who recoiled immediately.
“Al, you’re cold!” he gasped. But then something dawned on him. “Al, did you… walk here?”
The brunette nodded up at him, Edward looking at him with a incredulous expression on his face. Sure, they walked back and forth to Winry’s all the time, but never late at night and all alone.
“But why?”
Alphonse smiled, just happy to be back home and with his brother. The argument from earlier that day might as well not have happened. He scooted closer to Edward again, wrapping shy arms around him.
“I missed you, Brother,” he answered simply.
Ed remained still for a moment, still surprised that Al was even there, but soon relaxed and wrapped Al up in his arms protectively. He was still a little cold, so he had to warm him up.
“Missed you to, Al.”