A/N
Ok so if you're wondering I'm not really paying attention so They're Different. I was looking it over and found sooooo many things wrong with it, even the plot, so that is on hiatus. My laptop broke but I got a new one (cheers) Also right now I love Fullmetal Alchemist more than Harry Potter so be warned. Ed's still short but not as short, about the same height as Winry. Ed still has his Automail because papa Ho Ho (^ _ ^) gave up his stone.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or Harry Potter.
Edward Elric sighed as he set down his pen, rolling his right wrist, trying to get the cramp out. He glanced down at his gloved hands, thinking about what had happened over the last two years.
After the defeat of Father on the Promised Day, Ed had been promoted to Lt. Colonel, with Roy Mustang bumped up to Brigadier General.
Ed's father, Van Hohenheim gave up his Philosopher's Stone to help Alphonse get his body back, however there were only enough souls to retrieve Al's body, Ed had to give his arm back to the Truth for Al's soul. Ed didn't mind. He didn't care if he had automail, as long as his brother had his body, he was happy.
Edward's younger brother, Alphonse "Al" Elric had made a speedy recovery; with the help of their friend May Chang and her healing alkahestry. After his recovery, Alphonse went back to Xing with May Chang to study alkahestry with her.
After returning to his country Prince Ling Yao became the new Emperor of Xing, with Lan Fan working harder than ever to protect him from assassination attempts. May was promoted to second in line, in case Ling died before an heir could be born. Each of the fifty chiefs of Xing would send a daughter to represent their clan, however only one child may become the heir, and while that cements clan loyalty, it also can cause tension and attempted assassinations. His decision to make May his heir caused Lan Fan to become even more suspicious of the fourteen year old girl.
Granny Pinako had passed away a little while after the Promised Day. She had practically raised Ed and Al after their mother had died, so her death had hurt. They had gone to Resembool to mourn her death with Winry, both of them were sad that they couldn't have been there in her last moments.
Ed gathered up his nerve at the last moment and proposed to his long-time friend, Winry Rockbell right as he was heading back to Central. He told her that he would give half his life to her if she would give half her life to him. Equivalent Exchange. She laughed and they set a date for Autumn, in Resembool on the hill overlooking the forest, with a backdrop of red, green, gold, and bronze.
A few months passed, and Winry moved to Central with her dog, Den. She opened a branch of Rockbell Automail in the city. During and after the Drachman war, her shop became widely renown, due to her low prices and high quality prosthetics. Of course, she charged Ed the highest rates.
The Amestris government allied themselves with the surrounding countries, and helped rebuild Ishval, unfortunately, Drachma refused to ally herself with Amestris and launched an attack. The state alchemists were called out to the field. Unlike on the Promised Day, Edward was on the front line, along with the other State Alchemists. It was horrific, the first time Ed had used a gun. He knew it wouldn't be the last, as long as he remained a soldier, he would be sent to war. His valor in the Drachma war had earned him the rank of Colonel.
Ed sighed as he put down the last of his paperwork. He was sure Mustang was giving him his own paperwork just because he was too lazy. A desk job wasn't something Edward liked, but after the debacle with Father, and the war with Drachma, some down time was a welcome change.
He shuffled his papers and stood up to leave when Lieutenant Colonel Riza Hawkeye opened the door and stepped inside, giving a quick salute.
"General Mustang wants to see you." She informed him, her face blank.
"Just me?" Edward asked, brows furrowed. It wasn't abnormal for Mustang to want to see him, but everything had been calm. Criminals didn't want to face the Flame and Fullmetal Alchemists after the war with Drachma.
"No, the whole unit." Hawkeye told him.
That was even more worrying, seeing as Mustang didn't usually call the full unit, unless it was an emergency.
"Right, let's go. Can't keep General Bastard waiting." Edward said, standing up from his desk. As he followed Hawkeye, he saw her lips twitch upwards in a tiny smile.
Edward and Hawkeye walked into Mustang's office. First Lieutenant Kain Fuery, Captain Heymans Breda, Major Vato Falman, and Jean Havoc all stood in order of rank. Hawkeye stood in line next to Havoc and Edward stood next to her. The unit all snapped to attention, raising their right hands to their foreheads in salute.
"At ease." Mustang said. "You have all heard of Creta, correct?"
They nodded.
"Good. You all know of their-" At this, Mustang pulled a grimace. "Magic."
Ed nodded, understanding Mustang's discomfort with the subject. Creta's alchemy, or as the Cretans called it, 'magic' was not well liked by scientific alchemists such as Mustang and Edward, as their lives revolved around Equivalent Exchange. Apparently these so-called 'wizards' could do things without giving anything in return; they could make things float, appear from nowhere, and mess with a person's mind. It was simply unnatural. Central Command tried to research it, but could only come with the barest of details. Unlike Amestris, Creta had schools that taught 'magic'. They also learned that Drachma had it too, though for some unknown reason, nobody in Drachma had ever used magic at war.
"The point is that we have been given a mission to help out in their war." Mustang finished.
"What, why do we have to help out in someone else's war?" Ed complained.
"I don't like it either, but Führer Grumman ordered it, so there's nothing we can do. Besides, we don't have to help with the war itself, just with the strategy. Unfortunately, their government won't admit that there's a threat.
"Hmm, add in some genocide and that used to be our government." Havoc joked, cigarette sticking out of his mouth.
"Here." Mustang said, handing them manila files. "Everything you need to know about the mission. We leave tomorrow morning at six hundred hours sharp down at the train station. Understood?"
"Yes sir! Understood sir!" The unit chanted in unison, bringing their hands back up in salute.
"Good. Do you have any questions?"
"How long is this mission?" Falman wondered.
"Unknown."
"But what about my wedding? It's in autumn, that's just a month from now!" Ed demanded.
"Yeah, we can't miss the Boss' wedding." Breda agreed.
"I still can't believe this eighteen year old kid is getting married before me." Havoc muttered dejectedly.
"Don't worry, we can come back in autumn. We can't miss Fullmetal's wedding, seeing how his teacher and Fiancée would have my head. Any more questions? Yes, Lieutenant Colonel Hawkeye?"
"Would Black Hayate be able to come?" She asked.
"Yes. Is that all? Good. You're dismissed." Mustang commanded.
Before Ed went home, he walked to Winry's apartment, right above her shop, in order to tell her the bad news. When he arrived, he saw that the light was on in the back. The door was unlocked. That was unsafe. The bell jingled as he entered, but no one came out to see who it was. Ed glanced around the shop. Automail arms and animal legs were on display. When Winry was a child, Den had lost a front leg, and Granny had outfitted her with automail, with Winry's help.
Ed heard the screech of metal on metal, he turned to see light flooding through the door behind the counter. After pushing it open, Ed saw Winry, wearing a beige jumpsuit tied around her waist, and a black crop-top with a silver zipper down the front, her blond hair pulled up in a ponytail, with bangs hanging down each side of her face. He watched as she blew her bangs out of her face, then reached over and grabbed a wrench in order to screw a bolt into place.
"You do know that your door is unlocked, which is very unsafe. I could be a serial killer." Ed stated as he came to stand behind her.
"Well, you haven't killed me yet." She retorted without turning around.
"That's not the point, I have enemies. They might come after you to get back at me." Ed grabbed her shoulder and turned her around to face him. "You need to be more careful."
"I'm sorry." She whispered, looking down. "I'll try harder."
"Good. Are you okay?" He asked with a worried tone as he backed up to sit on a stool.
"I'm fine, why do you ask?" Winry asked quizzically.
"You look like you're about to drop. How long have you been up?" He questioned.
"Three days straight." She confessed.
"WHAT?" He exclaimed.
"I'm fine, Edward! I've been up longer than this before." She proclaimed as she grabbed the wrench she had been holding and throwing it at his head. Ed tried to duck, but Winry's aim was impeccable. It hit him right in the forehead. He lay there, twitching on the floor, having fallen off the stool he was sitting on.
"Ouch." Ed moaned.
"I'll be fine after some sleep, so stop worrying about me. What's bothering you?" She observed, turning back to the arm she had been working on.
"What? Nothing's wrong." He responded, rubbing his head.
"Yes there is, you wouldn't have come if there wasn't something you had to tell me, it's almost midnight. You shouldn't work so late, hypocrite." She accused.
"Mustang's sending us on a mission to Creta. I leave tomorrow at six." he confessed, sighing.
Winry frowned when he told her. He knew she didn't like him going far away on dangerous missions, but she knew that it wasn't her choice.
"For how long?" She asked, sighing.
"Unknown." He answered.
"You be safe, alright?" She begged, staring him straight in the eyes.
"Of course." He replied, smiling.
"No Ed, this is serious." Winry insisted, her face hard. "I need you to be safe, no more rushing head first into things, and no more getting into dangerous situations." she leaned forward, her bright blue eyes boring into his gold. "Promise me."
"I promise to be safe." Ed said, staring right back.
"Good. I can't have you die before our wedding." She commanded, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Now" She said, standing up. "You should go pack, you have to get up soon."
"Okay, but you need to go to bed too." He told her, as he walked back into the main room, towards the door.
"Fine." She relented, leaning on the front door frame, as Ed stood on the side walk.
"Lock the door and get some sleep, okay?" Ed begged, as he walked backwards down the street.
"Be safe!" She yelled after him.
"I will!" He yelled back as he turned around, raising his arm and flicking it in a backwards wave.
Ed walked home, wondering what Creta would be like. He heard it was as cold as Briggs, which didn't sound good. His Automail ports ached in the cold, which wasn't that much of a problem in most of Amestris, he had lived close to the desert most of his life and it rarely snowed in Resembool due to that fact. Though Central did get a little cold, but it wasn't too unbearable.
He sighed as he unlocked the door to his small two room apartment. He looked at his kitchen before heading to the bedroom. He pulled the suitcase out from under the bed and laid it on top of the blue sheets. He opened his dresser and pulled out his State issued blue military uniforms, carefully sticking them into the suitcase, he also grabbed his trademark red trench coat and placed that in too. He then grabbed some of his alchemy books, and the Xingese alkahestry books his brother had sent.
After deciding that he wasn't hungry, Ed brushed his teeth and pulled his golden hair out of its ponytail, he then packed the rest of his toiletries in his bag. He climbed into bed and sighed. It had been a long day, and it was going to be even longer tomorrow. Right now all he wanted was a good night's rest.
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