Thoughts

He could have been their son.

Alphonse and Winry's son, of course, not Edward and Winry's. The young man looked like Al, but was colored like Winry, bright blue eyes in place of grey, soft blond hair in place of course brown. He surely would have had more gold in him if it was even possible for Edward to be in the picture.

He had a love for mechanics and science, a perfect combination, as if he really was raised by Alphonse and Winry instead of whoever his parents were.

But, this was all impossible, Alphonse would be seventeen by now, and Winry would be eighteen.

Just like him.

He couldn't be Alphonse and Winry's son, he couldn't. Never in a million years would Edward allow the thought to cross his mind ever again. It only pulled at his heart, crushed his mind into a thousand pieces as he thought of the people he loved most and had left behind.

The people this young man seemed to be a combination of.

He looked like Alphonse and Winry; he looked like he could be their son!

He would take a wrench to your head any day, make no mistake, and yet he was also sweet and soft-spoken.

Why?

Edward thought.

Why do I stay here when all he is reminds me, makes me hurt?

You stay because he reminds you.

It was like replacing Alphonse and Winry, it was like moving on when he knew they weren't dead! But… they probably thought he was dead…

Why couldn't he treat this boy like a brother, like a friend, like a nephew, if the people he resembled had probably already forgotten about him?

His name even seemed like something Al and Winry would name their son. Alfons, a rather modern version of Alphonse, perfect… perfect.

But his last name pushed the thought of him being Al and Winry's son away from Edward's mind again.

Heiderich.

He isn't, nor never was, Alphonse and Winry's. Stop it. Stop it. STOP IT.

How could he do this? How could he become friends with someone who looked like his brother and was colored like his best friend? How could he simply move on, like his old life meant nothing? How could he simply forget the Fullmetal Alchemist, the person he once was, the people that made him that way?

He would never forget, even when Winry's eyes on Alphonse's face were staring at him in confusion and happiness and trust. He would never forget.

Maybe, after all, he could treat this boy like a nephew, tell him the stories he would tell his true nephew, even thought he and this young man were the same age.

"Hey Alfons, have I ever told you about the Fullmetal Alchemist?"

I'm sorry its so short (like Ed) its really just a collaboration of my own thoughts really. I mean, has anyone else noticed that Alfons Heiderich doesn't look ONLY like Alphonse Elric? He has BLUE eyes and BLOND hair, now hmmm, where have we seen that before? (Winry) So yeah, I just really wrote this up in two seconds, also a bit of an explanation as to why Ed tells Alfons those stories anyway.

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