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Love is Love

Title: Love is Love
Chapter: 3 The Questions
Warnings: Kind of end of anime spoilery...
Rating: PG13 I guess? Mild language, some gore later on, and possibly... poooossibly Hentai if I ever get the guts to write it... or con persuade someone else into writing it for me.
Type of Fic: A Looove Story~
Pairing: AlxScieszka
Notes: I don't own FMA. This is derived from RP chats done with various members of the Fullmetal Folly RPG, where I play Al. I had the wonderful task of converting crack into fic. Woot.
Summary: All readers get inandated with fluff as Al tries to figure out what will make Scieszka happy.

With Al’s experience with women being sorely limited, and what he knew of Scieszka being limited to the two days that he could remember of her, Al seeked out council from the person he considered the most knowledgeable about the subject of woman: Winry. As a bonus, she had juuust enough testosterone to make the subject approachable. As he chased her from the basement and work area to the kitchen, it was hard to keep her attention.

“Sooo you said Scieszka was Scieszka.... that's all?”

Winry looked at Al confused as she opened a jar of peanut butter. “I'm not... entirely sure what you're trying to get out of me with this question.”

“Ahh.... Well...” /Avoiding –that- question…/ “I was just... um... you know wondering. That's all.”

“I do /not/ understand you.” She placed the jar on the counter and placed her full attention on Al.

“S..sorry... I shouldn't have bothered you...” Al began to back away and leave… This wasn’t ending up like he had planned…

“You're fine, I'm just confused.”

Al stopped his retreat. He started over again… Maybe all wasn’t lost? “I... I don't know... I just... wanted to know more about her.”

“Well,” Winry got back to putting the peanut butter onto her slice of bread, “she's a sweetheart, if you can get passed the fact that she eats sleeps and breathes books... Which I suppose you would have no trouble with, considering who you're related to.”

Al couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Does she like anything else other than books?”

Winry actually had to ponder about that for a few moments. “She seems to like baking... and aliens,” she said while making an odd face. “She likes her aliens.”

“Ah... hmm... What does she like to eat?”

Winry looked up at Al for a few seconds before going back to concentrating on her sandwich. “She's fairly easy with that, she's like Ed. She'll eat just about anything...” Finally she turns all the way around and gives Al an inquisitive, demanding look, while crossing her arms. “Al, what are you getting at?”

“N… nothing!” It only took a few seconds for Al’s face to become flushed with color.

Later that day, Al happened across another person that he might be able to talk about his small woman problem with… He was walking in the fields of Resenbool when he happened across an old friend. He barely recognized her, he hadn’t seen her since he left to train with Master Izumi. She ran as quickly as she could over to him, picking up her dress so she wouldn’t trip on it. Nelly waved cheerily as she finally drew close, and Al laughed and waved back to her.

“Well, you seem to be in a very good mood!” She was slightly out of breath from her run.

“Nelly! How have you been? I haven't seen you... in well... years.”

“I've been well, but you're the one with the adventure stories! How have you been?”

“Oh, well, reading studying, just a little travel...”

“A little?” Nelly said with a laugh.

“Well, most of the time I stayed in Dublith and received copies of things from the museums via mail. Usually they sent slides.” She nodded at Al, indicating she was still listening, so he continued. Studied till my eyes hurt, then woke up to train. Was busy, but... rewarding.”

“You always were a studier...” She said somewhat softly, looking at the grass blades by her feet. Al looked at her stunned.


”Even when we were...” A crimson color graced her face, but she looked back up at Al with a smile. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up the past.”

Now it was Al’s turn to blush. “Oh, ah... well... It was just a six year old's crush...” He took to scratching his arm nervously. “That note didn't mean anything, really...”

”I know. You were a kid,” Nelly said with an awkward smile.

“But it was nice then... our world was the sea of green fields...” Al looked out over the fields. The first frost still hadn’t come yet, and the season was unusually warm. It wasn’t hard to imagine himself and Nelly as kids, running and rolling through the grass. Nelly nodded wistfully, probably envisioning the same thing. Al looked over at her… It was the first time he had really looked at her since she had run over. She was eighteen now, and a ripe eighteen at that. Her hair was raven black, and it hung at her back long and free, shimmering in the light wind. The dress she wore showed off the graceful slope of her shoulders, but was modest at the same time. A floral print danced along the fabric… and her curves. A slight blush comes to Al’s face, and he looks at the ground with a hint of nervousness.

”You've grown up well.” She said simply and warmly.

“You've... too.” /Was she looking at me the same way I was looking at her?/ Al’s face flushed, and he began to look a bit uncomfortable. Nelly took to staring at the same spot on the ground that Al was.

“Al...” She looked at him again. He brought his eyes up at the same time. Their eyes locked, but then she sighed and closed her eyes. “The world is so much simpler when you're children”


She laughed nervously, then looked out over the landscape of Resenbool again. “I kept that letter.”

Al could only manage a dumbstruck expression. “Y.. you did?”

”It was so sweet…” She looked at the ground.

“It was written in crayon,” Al said with a laugh.

”And your handwriting wasn't that great, although I bet at six, you were very proud of it,” she laughed. Then her laughter died and the blush returned. She still couldn’t look him in the eyes.

”Ah... Nel...” With the way she was acting… Al could see where this was going. And he really didn’t like the destination.

”I kind of liked you then too...”


“Al... Are you trying to say...” Her shoulders hunched a bit, a sign of embarrassment.

“I'm...” Al managed to say, before she finished her thought.

“Are you trying to say you still like me?” It came out softly, timidly, full of vulnerability. So, of course, Al panicked.

“Nel... No! I mean... I like you but... You're nice and I... but we were kids then right? I mean... aaahhh....”

”Yes, yes, we were kids then,” She said hurriedly. “We kinda liked each other, but that was a childhood crush.”

Al’s face was bright as an apple. He let out a sigh of relief, and he relaxed a /little/ bit. “So... you're okay... with being friends and all?”

She smiled brightly back at him as her nervousness faded. “Of course!”

Al sighs again and runs his fingers through his hair. “That's good. Very, very good.”

”Very good indeed.” She seemed to be completely un-phased by it now.

”Yeah.... I'm going to need all the help I can get.”


“Yeah... well... My pool of dating advice is limited to my brother and an overly suave foreign looking man.” Al and Mustang sometimes spent hours talking about alchemy on the phone… he had never really considered asking him before yesterday for advice with women.

A wide grin began to break out over Nelly’s face. “You like someone!”

“Yeah... I mean I think I do... I really like her company... but it really started all wrong... I started complimenting her when drunk at a party.”

”You got drunk?” She couldn’t help but laugh at that. After Al, Al had always been to straight-edged and moral.

“Well, I was with friends, and I thought I'd try a glass of wine. Apparently Aunt Pinako wanted to teach me a lesson about drinking and Armstrong left.... and the rest were too drunk to make sure I didn't get myself into trouble.”

”That’s Ms. Rockbell for you! Always teaching lessons harshly… So... who is she, if you don't mind my asking? This girl you like?”

“Well she's kind of old for me... but she doesn't seem to mind. We ate dinner the other night... she cooked curry... and I helped sort out her books a bit.”

Nelly smiled slyly, obviously fond of country gossip. “Do I know her?”

“I don't think so.... she lives in Central.”

”Oooh! A city girl!”

Al laughed a bit. Wasn’t he a city boy by now? Then again, his heart would always be there, in the country. “She is a little book obsessive... as long as she had her books, I think she'd be happy anywhere.”

”She sounds very smart!”

“She remembers everything she reads... Doesn't mean she can understand it though.”

”Everything?” Nelly looked at Al amazed.

“Well... yeah. She's never been proven inaccurate.”

”That's amazing!”

“Yeah,” Al said with a laugh. “I just hope she obsesses over me as much as her books. If she did, I'd be a very lucky guy.” They both laughed at that.

”I'd like to meet her some day... If a city girl wouldn't take objection to someone like me, that is...”

Al laughed again. “She wouldn't. She's not like that.”


Al practically beamed happiness. “Not at all. She's really nice!”

Nel smiles a little. “I suppose I should have expected it. You wouldn't date a snob.”

“If I did, she'd walk all over me.” Again they both laughed.

”Mmm.... Not walking. Taking advantage of how sweet you are, maybe...”

As Al felt his face flush once again, he decided it was a good time to change the subject. “Now... I want to get Sceizka something... But it can't be a book... I want to show her I think of her as more than a bookworm... But it can't be.... Overly romantic... or a token gift. Otherwise it might be too much for her... I think she's as shy as I am.”

”So.... Flowers are out of the question?” She gestured behind her at the few remaining wild country blooms. If she's a city girl, maybe she hasn't seen many of these? The kind of wildflowers that grow out here...”

“Didn't think of that.... I guess we over look them since we've grown up with them.”

”And it wouldn't cost you anything.”

“Well... I have a little bit saved up... But best to save that for when in the city.”

”Yeah. I've heard everything's so expensive there...”

“A bit.”

”What's it like?” She asked a bit suddenly.

“Ahhh.... mostly stores... a few trees lining the roads.... small... twenty feet by ten feet lawns when you get away from the center... in the center there are houses that are piled on top of each other... residences rather.”

”Wow.... I don't think I could live in that little space. I like to live where it's...” She paused to flop down onto the grass. “… open.” A bee buzzed happily next to her as it hovered from flower to flower.

“I don't really care where I live... as long as I have the people I care about.”

”You're still the same Al I knew...” She said stretching a bit. “You've changed so much, and yet so /little/...” She seemed to say the last part to herself.

Al smiled warmly at her. “Thanks. That means a lot.”

”Really?” She asked, a bit surprised. Al simply nodded in response. She looked a bit confused still, but smiled back at him. Al laid down on the grass, letting the sun warm his skin.

“It’s nice to be back here...”

”It's nicer to have you back... We all missed you, Al...”

For a while, they both just laid there, watching the Clouds drift. Al felt a bit guilty for not writing back home at all… But finally he closed his eyes, letting the peace of the day overcome him.

”You were off having so many adventures...”

“Adventures are dangerous... I really wish me and Ed never left here at all.” His voice sounded a bit dreamy… Al felt as if he could fall asleep right there on the grass.

”But you have so many stories to tell…”

“Not really...” His voice was tinged with regret for his lost memories… but Nelly must have thought it was a joke because she laughed.

”Oh come on! If even /half/ of the rumors I've heard are true...” She turned onto her stomach so she could rest her head in her hands and watch Al easily. “…you have more stories than I could ever dream of.”

Al rested his head heavily in the grass… He kept his eyes closed. It wasn’t the fact that he couldn’t tell the stories to his friends that bothered him… It was the horrible rift it placed between him and his brother. When Ed got that far-away look in his eyes… Al was never quite sure of what to do or say.

“Do you not want to talk about them?”

“I don't remember them,” Al said evenly and a bit sadly. Nelly must have not picked up on his sincerity though. She laughed at him in disbelief.

”How can you not remember them? You did so many exciting things!”

“I can't remember why...” He kept his voice low and unchallenging, but the sadness in his voice still prevailed. /If I could remember why, then maybe I could remember everything else./

“Did you hit your head or something?”

“I don't remember what happened...” /If I did, then there wouldn’t be an issue, would there?/ “No one else was there... and Ed disappeared.”

”Was this when... Was this when he left for all those years and no one could find him?”

“Three years ago.”

”Yanno,” Nelly said with a sigh, “I've seen him since, and he won't talk about it with me.”

“From what I gather, it's complicated and dangerous. That's all you really need to know. He was working for the military and I was following him, after all.”

”So... Secret things?”


She made a little frustrated noise, then sighed. “I understand.”

“I'm sorry I can't tell you any stories… I can tell you them second hand... with vague details from letter's I've gotten and newspaper articles I read.”

”If you don't mind... I've heard so many rumors, and I want to hear it how it happened.”

Al began to tell the story of the best documented event, their liberation of the Youswell mine. He didn’t know about the part where his brother created fake gold bars, so that part was omitted. Nelly gasped and laughed in all the right places, entranced by the tale. Al couldn’t help but to slow down towards the end… The sun was so warm and the air was so sweet. Nelly played lazily with a blade of grass… She probably contemplated making a grass whistle, but didn’t want to wake Al from his half sleep.

“Any others?” She asked a bit eagerly.

“I got a letter from a girl in a town between here and Central...” Al said with a yawn. “Supposedly we saved her life.”


“Yeah.... something about an alchemist gone bad called Magi-hal or something... it was pretty vague... inspired her to become an alchemist though.”

After Al lazily drifted through what little he knew of Clause and the little town they stopped at during its annual firework celebration, he yawned once and let himself drift into sleep. When he woke up, the cool night air had chilled him a bit, and Nelly was nowhere in sight.


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Jun. 27th, 2006 07:26 pm (UTC)
Really nicely done, good use of dialouge. However the / are EXTREMELY distracting and really hinder the piece. Next time, use italtic tags. They make reading easier.
Jun. 27th, 2006 08:51 pm (UTC)
That's really sweet. *hugs* This was especially interesting because I was reading these conversations for the first time. Poor Al!
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