An: I'm sorry if Al seems a bit out of character. I just think him idolizing Edward 24/7, is just a bit weird…

April 6th 1924

Berlin

It's Funny How he keeps saying that he'll never be like Dad… He already is, to a certain extent. Noa, Brother, and I have been traveling this strange violent world for about a year now. I notice more similarities all the time, the way he buries himself in his work so often, for instance. True, he doesn't work as late into the night as he had when he could still use alchemy, but It's almost as though he 's doing it so that he wont have to see how complete strangers resemble friends. I asked him about it, but he denied it flat out, reverting to how a bomb like that shouldn't exist.

April 12th 1924

Berlin

You should have seen it! Black mail material if I ever saw it! This morning Ed got up, half awake as he usually did. I was fully awake and thankful for this, because then I was alert enough to get my camera and not say anything right away….

Ed wandered into the bathroom, and began brushing his hair. I slowly snuck up to him and fired the camera. Only after the flash went off did he realize I was there.

"Al, what are you doing?"

"Ed? Did you look in the mirror yet?"

"I don't need to, why do you ask?"

I bit my lower lip to keep myself from laughing. Ed raised an eyebrow at my 'odd' expression then finally looked in the mirror.

"WOAH! WHEN THE---!!!!"

"Hahaha! I'm sorry brother! (snerk) I had to take a picture… I couldn't resist hahaha!!"

"Quick where's a razor!"

It was so funny! He had grown a bit of a beard like Dad's if only a little thinner…

May 20th 1924

Paris

I finally convinced him to get out of the hotel room and stop work for a little. There was a festival in town tonight and figured it would be a shame if he missed out. There was a lot of dancing and Street-side venders. We were both given masks at the start. The most memorable point of the evening would have to have been the dancing. The music started, and Noa insisted on teaching me how to dance. Now it was Ed's turn to bite his lower lip.

"Go ahead Al, a girlfriend would do you good."

"wah?!"

"Come on Al, let's go, it won't hurt you."

I could feel my face get hot but still, I agreed. Noa's such a great dancer by the way. She said it's because she's a Gypsy. I still don't fully understand what that means…. Noa and I had been out dancing for a little while, when I saw that Ed had joined as well. A girl had pulled him into the crowd. He was blushing a little as well. The girl had blonde hair, reaching down to the center of her back, and blue eyes. She looked like she was about his age….

"Tu fais quoi ?"(Where are we going?)Edward asked flustered

"Tu danses, n'est-ce pas ?" (You dance right?) She asked when they reached the center.

"eh… N-non…." (eh… n-no….)

"S'il vous plait? voucanon!"(please? your hot!)

"Comment?!"(What?!)

When did Brother pick up French? Nonetheless, the mystery girl had gotten Brother on the dance floor. When the music had ended, she pulled off her mask. She looked exactly like Winry Rockbell. Brother went an even deeper shade of red. Winry… how was she? What was she doing right now? Was she ok? Did Ed think of her? Did she think of him? She told me that she really loved him, more than a friend or a brother. I could have guessed as much…. What about him though?

"Merci beaucoup!" ( thank you very much!)

"De rien."(your welcome)

I looked back at Noa to find here looking at the pair as well.

"Your brother certainly has a way with women doesn't he?"

"I guess."