Yeah, I know you shouldn't start another fanfic while writing another...but this was too much fun to write! Sorry if the font's too small. I can't tell, because my computer screen is messed up... anywho...this story kinda goes along the lines of the movie...well I can't tell you! or else you might figure it out! gasp! kay, i'll just shut up now...
Diclaimer: I DO NOT own FMA or the entirety of this plot line (Cuz it's kinda based on history, and I don't own history!!!)! Woe is me!
A Temporary King
5th of December, 1921 Continental Year
I'm not much for writing in journals. I never have been. Not six years ago, when I crossed over the Gate. Not four years ago, when I returned home. Not when Winry and I got married, or when our daughter Nina was born. Not until today.
Today, at nine in the morning, Fuhrer Roy Mustang and I, General Edward Elric, accompanied by Foreign Minister Vato Falman and the Fuhrer's bodyguard and wife, Riza Hawkeye, traveled south to the Romajin Kingdom. We arrived there at noon, at the court of their leader, King Yazir. We were there to maintain the uneasy peace that we had created between our nations.
There was a one year war between Ametris and Romajin, mostly over beliefs. They considered our alchemy blasphemous, as well as our entire nation. They were firm believers in their God. It is the first time that I had seen a religion based solely on one deity.
The Fuhrer was there to make a speech on our nation's position and to clear up some diplomatic matters. As you can guess, some where not glad to see 'unholy sorcerers' step into their nation. There … there was an attack…
Someone had proceeded to attack us. Someone from the crowd threw a homemade glass hand grenade. It landed a mere two feet in front of Mustang's feet, and exploded. No one was killed, but the explosion, light and noxious gasses caused widespread panic. Many were injured and were trampled.
Pieces of glass flew everywhere, impaling themselves into my arm, and blinded Mustang. I write this now, as I wait by his side in a hospital in the rebuilt city of the Ishbalans. The doctors say that his eye might be permanently damaged, and that he may never see again. In his condition, he has made ME the acting-Fuhrer!
As if this were not enough, there is something else that bothers me. When having the glass removed from my arm, and during the time I had to have my arm sown up, I felt nothing. My hand and arm was numb. There were no anaesthetics…
I am worried. I try not to be, but this … this illness is far too similar to something that I've seen during my two year stay on the other side of the Gate…
It is now two in the afternoon, and the Fuhrer shows no sign of improvement…
"Sir? Sir, we have to go now," Hawkeye and the General (now the Acting-Fuhrer) looked up from the sleeping patient at Falman. "Sir, we have to get the Fuh…I mean Mustang to Central at once!" They both nodded and helped their leader into an ambulance.
Edward stared out of the tiny window in the ambulance as it rushed past the desert landscape towards the bustling city of Central Ametris. His blonde bangs caressed his youthful face and shielded his golden eyes from Riza's crimson pair next to him.
"What shall we do now, sir?" Edward turned his face from the window to ponder at his current situation. "We should still send our report to King Yazir, and to inform the public of the fact that the Fuhrer is incapacitated at the moment, and that I have to take his place for now. It's only temporary, but we must not tell them that it was an attack from the Romaj."
Hawkeye nodded. With this uneasy alliance, it was best not to give the public an excuse to hate the Romaj. She looked down at her husband, and stroked his black hair away from his swollen and bleeding eye. She rested her hand on his eye patch, which rested on his other eye, remembering the day that he had overthrown their previous Fuhrer, the homunculus, King Bradley.
"Did he accomplish his mission?" back in Central, a certain Brigadier General Raynald Savage stood in the office of the newly promoted Lieutenant General Guy Malloy. Raynald nodded, his red hair bobbing with his movements.
"Yes sir! The Romaj man was then captured and imprisoned by the King's guards. I doubt that they will be able to get an illiterate mute to tell them anything." Malloy smiled evilly to himself as he watched an ambulance rush down the crowded city streets.
"There are a few who now stand in our way. The Fuhrer, and his precious little General," He walked to the window sill and tapped his fingers impatiently. "See to it that Fuhrer Mustang will remain … incapacitated for a while. I want to know if his little puppet is capable of cutting a few strings…"
Savage smiled knowingly, and saluted his superior. "As you command, sir," with a small chuckle, he left in a blur of blue and red.
Edward walked quickly into the Fuhrer's office. My office… After a brutal attack by the local media, he was able to make his way out of the hospital and into Central Headquarters. He sighed as he leaned against the door. He closed his eyes and went over his instructions in his head. Try not to do much until the Fuhrer is awake.
I recommend that you still follow his orders until you are told otherwise. Government Advisor Maes Hughes had given him this advice, as well as emergency dispatches that Mustang had left behind. He held the dispatched in his hands and sat down at the desk. He pulled out a letter opener and began to tear open the thick brown paper.
The blade slipped and speared his hand. "Sheisse!" He cursed profoundly in German, and tried to wipe his blood from the precious documents. Once he was satisfied that it would suffice, he inspected his wound.
There was no pain as the blade sliced through the skin and flesh. It went all of the way through his right hand. He tore a piece of cloth from his red 'recreational' cloak and wrapped it around his hand. He stared fondly at the cloak, standing there as he let the memories of years past wash over him. There had been so many tears, so few smiles, yet so many victories.
"But Al's back, that's all that matters. We're both back," He sat down and removed the official looking papers from their envelope.
To General Elric,
If, under any circumstances I become unable to continue with my duties as Fuhrer and leader of Ametris, I wish for you to be the acting Fuhrer until I am either able to return to my duties, or rather incapable.
Below is a list of orders of which you are to follow should I still be alive, yet incapable of delivering orders personally;
You must, by any means you see fit and humane, to keep the peace between Ametris and Romajin.
You must do everything in your power to prevent war.
If war with the Romaj is inevitable, you must evacuate the civilians to where ever you can. I will NOT have the people of Ametris slaughtered.
Promote Major Generals Havoc and Breda to Generals.
Promote Lieutenant Fuery to Colonel.
You must keep a cool head, and be very diplomatic and charming.
Remember Ed, I'm counting on you. Should my return be impossible, you are to become the new Fuhrer, but I hope that shall not happen too soon.
I wish you luck,
Fuhrer Roy Mustang
P. S. Listen to Hughes, he knows what he's doing.
Following this were many pages regarding political protocol and many in depth papers regarding the articles of war.
Ed sighed and held his face in his hands. "How long will this last? How am I to know what to do?" He reached for the phone, and dialled a number.
"Hey Nina! Is Mummy there? She is, well then can I talk to her? Thank you sweetie, I love you two!" It was only four in the afternoon, but already, Edward could tell that this was going to be a VERY long day.
Winry and her two year old daughter, Nina, were on a train to Central City. After having her husband call her about his current situation, she felt it would be best if she stayed by his side. Nina was sound asleep on her lap, breathing steadily as the train charged by on its own steel path.
Edward had told her exactly what had happened to Mustang, and what position that had put him in. She was not just going to stand by, waiting for him to return home. Not this time! She felt Nina stir in her lap, and smiled down into her daughter's sapphire blue eyes.
"Mummy, are we there yet?" She kissed her brow. "Almost, Nina. Just be patient!" the girl smiled and fell back to sleep in her mother's arms.
Ed slammed down the phone. He had been signing papers and answering the phone all day long, clearing up the Romajin matters and clarifying his current position. Can't people get anything straight in this country? He sighed and walked out of the office.
Roy had been kind enough as to share his home with Ed and his family until other arrangements could be made. He opened the door and, sure enough, there was Winry, waiting for him. She came up and hugged him. Startled, he hugged her back.
When she finally pulled away, she gave him a quick kiss. "So, do the doctors think that Roy will recover soon?" Ed could only shrug.
"If all goes well, he should be back to his bossy old self by the 14th, maybe Christmas at most. But, until then, yours truly will just have to take his place," Winry sighed. "What's the matter?"
"Just, be careful, okay? Don't do anything stupid like you usually do, or loose your temper," Ed knew what Winry was really trying to tell him. Make peace! We don't want another war… She examined his bandaged hand.
"Now what did you do this time?" she removed the red cloth and inspected the wound. The skin around the wound was slightly red and blistered. "Oooh! You might want to have a doctor look at that! It looks kind of bad…" she went into the kitchen and grabbed some rubbing alcohol.
"Now stay still!" she poured the alcohol on the wound and bandaged it up. Ed twitched, noticing that he still couldn't feel anything.
"I'm off to bed; I'll see you in the morning, Winry." He removed his military uniform, and put on his usual nightwear. I just hope, this isn't what I think it is… and with those words floating in his head, he slipped off into a restless sleep filled with visions of what he feared, might be the future of Ametris.
please R&R!!! I will accept flames too! (I mean, who else can I get mad at for no ligitimate(sp?) reason?) anywho...i'm just going to stop talking now...
But can any of you guess what movie this plot line will be/is similar to? I guess you can call it a cross over, but minus the characters...
