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Ed woke up from the sound of something hitting his window frame. He sighed and turned away from the window, but when the sound repeated a few times he had to get up and see who the hell for disturbing his sleep. There, right under his window, was a slightly familliar figure with short blond hair. Who the hell was...? Oh! He remembered the imposer. The damn brat was a year younger than him and a lot taller! Argh! He didn't want to be reminded of that! Ed opened the window, and it was the exact moment the fake-Elric threw another stone. Which ended hitting Ed's forehead.
"Sorry!" The younger boy grinned shippishly.
"Omae!" The elder Elric was not in the mood to be polite. "What the hell are you doing here!?"
"Erm... Came to visit...?" Russell still looked a bit shippish.
"What the hell for?"
"To say 'happy holiday'?"
"What in the..." Then it clicked. Holiday. Today. Febrary, 14. "Why me?" Ed asked exasperated. "Don't you have a girlfriend or something?"
"Well, actually I was hoping..." Russell blushed and coughed to try ti hide it. "Can we talk inside, please?"
"If you're here anyway..." Ed muttered, then told the younger alchemist the number of his room.
They talked about nothing in particular for some half an hour, and though it was interesting to listen to the younger boy, Ed was groeing insistently tired.
"Why are you here anyway? Of all places," he said cutting the other boy off.
Russell shut up for a moment, then blushed and looked away.
"Well... I've already told you about the holiday..."
Ed was getting suspicious. What in the name of...
"I like you!" Russell blurted out and looked straight in his eyes with a haunted expression, as if preparing for the worst.
Well... That was unexpected.
"I have to think," he said. He really had to. Because he himself didn't have the slightest idea how to react to that, or even how he felt about the confession.
"As much as you want," Russell said with apparent relief both in his voice and eyes.