Blau Und Gold, Prologue
Title: Blau Und Gold, Prologue
Rating: G (Eventually, NC-17)
Type: AU, yaoi
Characters: Alfons, Alphonse
Warnings: AU
Summary: What would happen if Alphonse was sent through The Gate to Munich, and not Edward?
A/N: I'm going to start off with a bit of a warning/explanation about this fic. Yes... there may be plot holes and maybe even some 'WTF' moments. Goody, don't point it out; I'm writing this for fun and I know they're there. I've taken some liberties with things, too, made some assumptions. Don't like it? Shoo, then. XP There will be smut, fluff, crack, angst; everything's going to be found in this story over the chapters. The idea's based off of an RP that I'm in, and I've been aching to make it into fic for ages. (Lol, Veev's gonna smack me or something probably, for writing this... xD;) All right, enough ranting from Blysse now--let's get to the fic! \o/
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Alphonse tried not to look as scared and confused as he felt while he walked down one of the busy streets of Munich.
How he had come to be there, on this side of The Gate--and even the fact that there was something on the other side of The Gate--was a mystery to him. The last thing he could remember was that he'd finally gotten the Philosopher's Stone and had used it to resurrect his brother, Edward, after Envy had stabbed him. Then, he'd seen The Gate and was pulled through, ending up here with his body fully restored.
A sour grin tainted his face at the irony in his thoughts. It seemed as if The Gate had sought it fit to tear him and his brother apart completely--possibly forever, for all he knew--as Equivalent exchange for the restoring of their bodies.
He eased his expression, letting out a sigh as he walked. At least most of the people here could speak Amestrian--or English, as they called it. It had made things a lot easier, being able to talk to people. Though in some cases, it made it harder, too. Whispered words of foreigners and other countries, hissed in displeased tones met his ears far too many times.
It didn't help, either, that he looked a mess; clothes wrinkled, hair tied back in a ponytail as neatly as it could be, looking as if he hadn't slept well for a while. One tended to look like that after a few days out on the streets. He'd tried to find work, he knew he'd need a place to stay and a way to support himself. But no one had time for some foreigner who didn't even look old enough to be out of school. They all shooed him away, offering apologies on the rare occasion, harsh words on most.
While Al looked over shop windows, scanning for 'Help Wanted' signs, he was abruptly pulled from his thoughts, attention firmly set on a young man walking a short ways down the street. His jaw fell open slightly and he couldn't help the slight tilt that his head took on of its own accord as he looked the boy over, breath caught in his throat.
He looks... like me, Al thought, a shiver running through his body.
Not an exact match, no... His eyes were of purest blue, hair a few shades lighter and cut short, and likely older than Alphonse himself was, if his height was anything to go by. But those few differences weren't enough to curb the confusion and... interest that had piqued within him.
Just as he'd composed himself a little, easing his mouth shut and ensuring that his eyes were no longer wide with shock, the boy's head tilted up and their eyes met, blue staring into gold.
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A/N: Yes, short prologue is short. And yes... lame, ganked title is lame and ganked. XD Sorry, comm! But it fits. XP (God, and I can't even post it in there...)
PS: Baww, why is the Alfons/Al comm dead? ;-; Weird, unloved OTP is weird and unloved. XD