fmadrlj | ...God, it's been way too long since I've been here.

[It was almost an impossible feeling, being stuck in a strange world for so long. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years, all while everything around her kept changing and changing, except for those steadfast constants.

'Fake Central' stopped being called that long ago for her--this *WAS* Central. This was her home, the place where she'd been happiest, where she'd decided that everything was worth it.

Alfons stepped out of her house and onto the street for her morning walk, fingering her growing hair. No matter what she did to it, the old pixie cut always felt right. It was growing long again--to her shoulders and fanning out--she'd probably have to ask someone to chop it for her. Still...

It was almost unfathomable that she would be able to leave this place, or be able to part from those who had been close to her for so long. Perhaps being stuck in an extraordinary situation made you numb to the thought of going home. She knew Al wanted to go back, but...

What if she couldn't...?

With a sigh she kept forward, moving towards a nearby shop and leaned against the wall, looking up in thought.]

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Al comes up behind Alfons for a hug, buring his head between his girlfriend's shoulders.

"Something on your mind?" he asks, voice soft, worried.

Letting out a small squeak of surprise, shoulders immediately relax, and the girl smiles a little bit with a small chuckle, shaking her head.

"It's nothing--don't worry about it."

"I can't believe a thing like that," Al responds, nuzzling her a little closer. "Tell me what you're thinking about... please?"

She smiles.

"It's hard to say no to you when you're being like that," She teased, nuzzling back. "I was simply thinking about...your world."

Close enough. Worrying about whether or not she'd be able to part from him is another bag of worms that she'd rather not get into. It was bad enough when she had first gotten in this relationship; now it was to the point where the thought of being alone again was suffocating. Being home with her family, her world, and her father...Being without those who she loved...

The feelings were something out of a drama, but they were there. Open, visible, and almost agonizing to see.

"I hope you get to see it someday," Alphonse murmurs, "It's not perfect, but I think you'd like it. We could live together -- just you, brother, and me. In a small house near a library and a hospital."

"I want to." She said, leaning back towards him. "You've told me so much about it, and I want to see with my own eyes this world where Magic exists in its own microcosmic community, away from normal humanity and yet perfectly functional within the same sphere."

A small breath. Whether it's a sigh or something else is anyone's guess. "And that sounds wonderful. Though would your brother really be happy with me living with you?"

Al frowns. Edward was never the best with strangers, but he could be good enough, nice enough if he needed to be. And overprotective once he claimed something as his own. And yet that would be troublesome for Alfons, because nothing has ever been closer to Ed's heart than Alphonse himself.

Still, if he thought about it enough, it seemed impossible that they would hate each other.

"I think you'd to just fine," he decides, "once he got to know you a little. He wouldn't hurt anything that's mine, at least... if you promised not to take me away from him forever again -- not that this time was your fault to begin with!"

"I would never take you away from your brother!"

...Maybe that outburst was a bit too emotional for her taste. Oops.

Still...that was a possibility. That he'd consider her 'stealing' Al, which couldn't have been any further from the truth. To take him away from that which made him happy was the exact opposite of what she wanted.

Love was to live for the happiness of the one you loved. She understood that now. If Al wanted to be close to his brother, and their brotherhood made him happy, then so be it. It was hardly 'weak', or being a 'doormat', it was how it was. Surely any other person would think the same way. That was why Al wanted to take her with him, she'd reckon--she was unhappy at home, but with him, he figured that she would be.

"You love him very much, and you two are very close. Your happiness is the most important thing in the world to me; I'm not going to do something so terrible to you.

"I know you're not," Alphonse responds, "If anything, I'm selfish. I want both of my favourite people to live with me... and to be safe and happy with me and each other."

He sighs, and peeks over so he can see her reflection. "I'm sorry if my want is making things difficult for you. I just.... you deserve better than what you had and.... I don't want to leave you ever, really."

She shakes her head, smiling.

"Al, you're not selfish. You want happiness for both your brother, yourself, and me. That's hardly a selfish thing--if you were truly selfish, you would have never taken anyone's personal feelings into consideration. And that's something I can never see you doing--you're too kindhearted of a person."

She sucks in a breath, and closes her eyes.

"I don't want to ever leave you, either."

"Would you be happy, in another world?" Al asks. It's not a new question, but it's something that has always been a worry of Al's nonetheless.

Alfons came from such a broken home, and went from one place to another that, it seemed, she didn't belong. As a muggle, or at least untrained muggle-born among wizards, the transition wouldn't be easy. Still, he thinks, and hopes, it would be better, far better than going home. He would make sure of it. Somehow.

"Yes." Alfons said with a nod. "I would. Much more than I would returning home--I can say that much."

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...God, it's been way too long since I've been here.

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