Spring

(Yay! It's the spring rain!!!)
Rain showered down heavily from the sky, flooding the trash bins, sinks, and everything it could fill. Some flowed down to the sewer, and into the sea. People were running around, trying to avoid themselves from getting wet.
Alphonse ran around, trying to avoid the rain like the others. He was taught not to play in the rain, and when he was a kid he remembered to get sick after running home from school in the rain. Now he was looking around for a shelter where he could hopefully kill some time as he waited for the rain to stop.
He stopped before a huge building, then he looked at it. The walls were carved with ornaments, like a church. He looked at the building, which put his nerves on edge - it was kind of creepy. He looked at the big door standing in front of him, then he sighed and pushed it. It screeched open with a horrific sound, then he stepped in and looked around.
"Is there anyone?"
There was no answer. He walked in further as he looked around. There were so many books - that wasn't a church, clearly. He picked up a book and blew the dust off it, then he coughed a few times as he inhaled the dust. The book was so old - the cover has been eaten by rats. He put the book back to its place, then he walked around. It was dark and creepy and dusty, but he didn't mind. As long he didn't get more soaked, that was enough.
He walked around for a while, trying to find someone else. The place was huge, and he believe someone else was there.
Well, someone was.
"Who's there?"
He almost froze. The voice was so deep, calm, but yet creepy. His mind raced to all scary thoughts he could think of - a scary librarian, gay homeless...
But it wasn't. It was a young man in brown coat and long golden hair tied to a ponytail. he walked to Alphonse, holding a few books. Alphonse sighed in relief quietly, then he walked to the man. The man looked at him from head to toe, then he sighed.
"Is it raining?"
"Um... yeah."
He sighed and sat down on the floor, then he opened his books.
"Great, I can't go home now."
Alphonse sat down and looked at the books. He couldn't go home, too. The books the guy picked was about rocketry, aerodynamics, physics, chemistry, and biology.
"I'm Edward. Edward Elric. And you?"
"Uh... Alphonse Heiderich."
"Alphonse?"
He looked up to his acquintance and smiled.
"Something wrong?"
"No," Edward answered as he flipped through a page. "I just happen to know someone with that name."
"I see..."
"But you two look almost the same," Edward said as he leaned down to Alphonse. "How come?"
Alphonse chuckled a little. It sounded a little weird for him, that something like that actually existed. he never believed in doppelgängers, or aliens or anything like that. He let Edward looked at him for a while, then Edward sighed and turned to his book.
"S... sorry."
"It's alright," Alphonse answered. "Where is he now?"
Edward's eyes saddened for a moment, then he shook his head and flipped through his book.
"I don't know," he said. "He's in the other world, but... that's all I know. I don't know if he's alive..."
Alphonse tried to look sad, but he didn't know if he looked sad enough, or if he looked like he was teasing Edward. Everything was quite illogical, but he had to appreciate others. Someone taught him that. He looked at the books about rocketry, and smiled.
"So you're building rockets to go find him?"
"I guess so..."
"I can help you."
Suddenly enthusiasm grew in Edward's eyes. He leaned forward, interested. Alphonse backed off, not expecting such a reaction.
"My, really? Can you?"
"Actually, I have a group of rocketeers in Germany," Alphonse explained. "I don't think they mind to..."
"My, thank you, Alphonse!" Edward shouted as he grabbed his new friend. "Thanks!"
Alphonse was shocked with the reaction, but then he slowly pushed him away and smiled.
Must be someone precious to him, he thought. Yes, of course I'm nothing to him.

(negative thinking have a bad effect on health, hei-san... XD)

Winter

(yes, starts at Winter and ends in Autumn. Problem?)
The wind was blowing very strong. There were a few snow brought along, adding the thickness of the snow pile on the ground. Maybe it was a few minus degrees, but there was a small house standing alone in the snow.
A man was walking in the blizzard. He was wearing a black coat which also covers his head, but he was still walking frantically while holding something in his hands. The wind blew stronger by time, as if it was trying to beat down the man, but he didn't budge and kept walking. He was dragging his feet across the snow as it was so thick, but the snow quickly covered the trace.
He finally reached the house and knocked the door several times. The door seemed to almost frozen itself and if it was, he would be dead. He quickly put his hands together and rubbed it to keep warm.
The door flew open and a man with big body quickly pulled him in and slammed the door shut. Some cold wind got into the house, and the man with big body trembled a little as it was so cold. He looked at his guest, then he touched his shoulder.
"Let me take your coat," he said. "Coffee on the table. You're alright, aren't you?"
The man walked to the table, where a few other men was sitting around it. He saw a cup in front of an empty place, then he circled his hands around the mug and smiled as something crawled to his skin.
"It's warm."
"You should warm yourself by the fireplace, Alphonse..."
Alphonse quickly put the thing he has been holding all the time - a scroll of paper. The other men quickly took it and opened it.
"Let's discuss this now," one of them said as Alphonse walked to the fireplace. He watched the fire which burned the woods, which was burning red. He coughed a few times, then the discussion behind him quickly stopped.
"Alphonse?"
"Hey, you alright?"
He coughed a few more times, then he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and shook his head.
"I'm fine, it's just flu..."
"No, you're not, and it's not just flu," one of them said. "You should go find a doctor or..."
"No!"
The other men startled, not expecting him to shout. Alphonse shook his head as he tried to stabilize his breaths.
"I'm... really alright."
"Maybe you need a break," another man suggested. "How about in the Bavarian mountains..."
"No," Alphonse rejected again. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Look, you always work so hard, so maybe you need some rest. Why not go somewhere warm, maybe around the Balkans..."
"Oh, yes! Why don't you go to Romania, Alphonse! There are a lot of interesting things there..."
"And I guess it should be warmer, too, ALphonse. Why don't you go there?"
Alphonse remained seated in front of the fireplace, looking at the fire which burnt the wood to ashes. And before he knew it, he was thinking about everything - how his life has been up to that day, and how it would end.
'Yes, maybe I should go,' he thought. 'Maybe I should go travelling for the last time, before I die.'

(btw, you'll see this stamp in every ch. please wait for spring~)