A/N- I just had to go fix some of the stuff that didn't make sense. Enjoy!~

Third person

The second time Ed woke up, he found it a lot harder to open his eyes. Deciding he felt better than the last time he woke up, he opted to sit up. Groggily he got up. More healthy, and alert he took in his surrounding with a new perspective. Although there wasn't much difference he was still in a dark, and dust room. There was window on the opposite side of the room with old heavy curtains draped across them. There was various dull wooden furniture, the entire room gave almost a depressing feeling of abandonment. Next he inspected his automail. Both were covered in heavy cloth, presumably to keep the shard metal from cutting into him.

He examined his tattered limbs. With a heavy sigh he deemed them virtually unusable . His arm was ripped off almost to his shoulder. His leg although mostly there, he had no way of repairing. A pity. He shivered at the thought of how Winry would react to seeing his automail in this state. Being nothing more than dead weight at the moment, as well as a potential hazard. He detached his automail limbs from their ports. Sliding the out and leaning them against the nightstand next to him. Then there he sat with a dilemma, he needed to figure out exactly where he was. It was still clearly the early hours of the morning, indicated by the stands of light shining through the dark curtains. He distantly could hear birds chirping. Briefly he wondered how long he had slept.

His train of thought, though, was interrupted by stomach growled loudly.

"Well" Ed said out loud "No time like the present" as he got up and expertly hobbled towards the door. Years of experience of being an amputee have given him exceptional skill with maneuvering with only two limbs available. This, of course, came in very hand if there was an emergency, or simply if Winry were fixing is automail.

Quietly as he could, as not to accidentally disturb anyone, he slid open the door. Wincing when the door creaked loudly, he slipped through as easily as anyone could do in his situation. Finding himself in a narrow hallway, he peaked around to make sure the coast was clear. It was. So he turned right, and decided to explore a bit. The first step he took through the floorboards squeaked as he shifted. He tried to take another step, but stopped to the same effect.

' Grrr,This house just hates me doesn't it?' He glared murderously down at the wooden floor.

"Edward?" A voice said behind him. He must have jumped a foot in the air, because the voice started to giggle.

Alfons POV

I giggle as I see Edward jump ten feet in the air. What did he think he was being sneaky? Walking around a creaky old house like this. Let alone with two working limbs. I look at him and note he has somehow taken off the excess parts of his odd limbs. I right that off on my list of things to ask him later. They were… fascinating to say the least.

I see him awkwardly shuffle around to face me. "O-oh, Hi. Uh Alfons Eh-heh…" he said scratching his head.

"What're you doing?" I ask more curious than anything.

"Oh, Uhh" I see him searching desperately, trying to think of something. Just then a loud noise that seemed to echo in the empty house sounded. Edward's stomach. I mentally facepalm. He's been asleep for days of course he's hungry. I smile.

"Well breakfast then? We should head down stair, and I can make you something to eat." I say looking at the thoroughly embarrassed looking Edward still scratching his head.

"Need a hand?" I ask. He stays quiet as I guide him down the stair and into the kitchen. He sits down at a table with three chairs. I head over, and start to prepare items to make eggs. I glance over at Ed. He seemed uncomfortable around me, which was understandable. I was just some stranger who picked up off the street, but somehow he seemed deeply troubled. That, I think, means there is no reason to throw him back out on the streets anytime soon. Or at least without breakfast.

"So your name was Edward?" I started conversationally. His head jerked up towards me.

"Uh, yeah it is."

"So, can I call you Ed. Y'know since I'm making you breakfast and all." I say lightheartedly.

"Yeah, that's fine" he looks away with a distantly sad look. I wonder what happened to him.

Tilting his head to the side he asked, "Where exactly did you say we were again?" with a curious look.

"Beelitz, Germany." I say, he shakes his head.

"Never heard of it before"

I Frown. That was a bit strange, because we were so close to the capital. "You must really not be from around here."

"You could say that." He frowned " Look I really need to get back home, do you think you could maybe help me?"

"Yeah of course I will." I see him smile widely at that, and couldn't help smiling myself. " we can stop by the Library, and get some maps later when I go pick up some stuff."

" That would be great, thank you!" He chirped, suddenly in a better mood.

I fiddle with my frying pan, and put some eggs and bacon on a plate, and set it on the table. Ed dug in heartily, pretty well tossing the food into his mouth. Then I wonder if he might be thirsty, I rummage in the fridge and find nothing but some milk.

"Hey Ed, would you like some mil-" I was cut off by a loud "No" from across the table. 'Well that was rather rude.' I tought. "Well, maybe it's-" then again

"NO!" I glare at him. What terrible manners.

Then he looked strangely like he had forgotten something. "Uh, I mean no thanks. Water is fine!"

Still a little miffed, I walk across the room and poor a little into a bowl. Immediately a skinny grey cat trots in the room, and heads straight for the to the bowl. I had found her the same night I had found Ed, and had yet to name her. I lean down to pet her when I hear Ed say something like "Al, always with the stray cats." I turn my head.

"What was that?" I ask.

"Oh Nothing, nothing." he says turning back to his food " Just talking to myself."

Ed sure was a strange one, I wonder how he will get along with the people in town. Thinking about the trip I would have to make into town later, I look over at Ed. His unruly hair was a dull Blonde, laying over his shoulders. His clothes were in tatters, I could see the bandages for his wounds underneath his clothing. I also could smell sweat faintly across the room, definitely from the fever he had just passed.

"Hey, Ed before we go out later, you might want to take a shower. And I will get you some of my clothes to wear." He stopped eating for a second, and looked down. Just realizing the state he was in.

"Yeah, I think that is a good idea."

"The shower is upstairs the first door on the left, feel free to use it. I will leave some clothes by the door before you get out."

He smiled and said "Thanks." before leaving his dished in the sink and heading off. I hear the shower start, as I am doing dishes. The a serious problem comes to mind, how will he get around with only one leg. This was not my first experience with This seem a large problem neither one them thought of yet. Hm.

Thinking of his former housemate. Whom was also an leg amputee. He must have left spare somewhere, and although it most likely won't fit. It'd be better than nothing at all… Maybe I could find a crutch too, But where would they be? Hm.

' Come on Alfons. Think!' I thought. 'You're a problem solver, you're a rocket scientist for heaven's sake.' that's when inspiration struck.

"Ah-ha! the attic!" He was then a tad disappointed thinking of how cluttered this attic. This would be a challenge, we'll be luck if we find anything at all!

Sigh

A/N Thank you so much please review and such :)