AN: Hey guys! I'm still here! I haven't abandoned my other fic, I promise! I've just been preoccupied in the last few months.

I've had this idea in my head for about a year now, before I even had the idea for my High School AU. This probably won't be updated for a while as I want to get my other multi-chapter fic finished beforehand, but I had to get this out there.

Anyway, I thought I would try it out and see what you guys think. Let me know!

Hope you enjoy reading!

ROY

Roy Mustang was pissed off.

He had a headache.

He was prone to headaches regularly with the amount of alcohol he consumed on a night out, but this one hurt like hell. Even more so than usual.

Groaning, he rolled onto his side to avoid the sun which was slowly creeping up towards his closed eyelids. He yelped as something sharp bit into the side of his face. He sat up, regretting it immediately as his head spun and nausea crept up on him. The sun blinded him as he desperately tried to get his sore eyes to focus.

He was outside.

In a forest.

What the hell?

Panic washed over him momentarily as he looked around him. A huge expanse of trees stretched out in every direction. There was no sign of civilization anywhere. No houses, roads, even a dirt footpath. Nothing.

Standing up was a feat. His legs felt like jelly beneath him, refusing to co-operate. His head continued to spin, making his headache even worse.

"Goddamnit Havoc," he groaned to himself as he took his first few steps. "What the hell was in those drinks?"

As he slowly began to walk he thought back to what happened the night before. It was a standard Friday night. His team had left work in high spirits and they went to their local bar to celebrate the end of the working week. As the night went on both he and Havoc continued buying drinks for the table, desperate to start a drinking game.

"I don't think that is wise, Sir," Hawkeye frowned as she eyed the six shots for the two men.

"Nah, it's great!" Havoc slurred as he downed his three. Roy followed suit, downing his three straight afterwards. "Another!" Havoc announced, almost falling out his chair. Hawkeye grabbed him as he almost fell over her in his attempt to walk towards the bar.

"I don't think so Havoc," Hawkeye warned.

"But Hawkeye…!" he whined. "You're no fun! I jus' want to enjoy my weekend," he hiccupped.

"You won't enjoy it when you are bedridden with a serious hangover," she muttered darkly. "Do whatever you want," she waved him off. "I'm not you mother."

Roy sobered slightly as he saw the look in Hawkeye's face. If looks could kill… He knew she was only looking out for them all. It was in her nature. He didn't want to think about where they would all be now without Hawkeye holding the team together. Maybe they should stop drinking…

"If only I had listened to her then," he thought miserably, one hand coming up to cradle his still throbbing head. Speaking of his team, where were they? An awful thought occurred to him, stopping him dead in his tracks. What if they were out here too? What if they were hurt? Voices carried on the breeze drifted towards him, disrupting his thoughts. He sighed in relief, until he heard something which sounded like metal being scraped against metal.

"This way," a voice called through the thick trees. Before he could comprehend the situation a distant rumble headed towards him, followed by more sounds of metal scraping on metal. He recognised the sound… Was it horses?

They were coming straight for him.

That realisation sent him running. He didn't have anything to hide, but he also didn't want to be trampled. Branches scraped at his bare arms as he ran, not particularly paying attention to where he was going. He was just trying to get out of the way. He could feel the rumble building behind him, causing vibrations through the ground on which he ran. No matter which way he turned, the rumble followed. In a matter of seconds horses circled him, stopping him in his tracks. Riders blocked his path, swords drawn and ready. They all wore an identical uniform, but he did not recognise it. It was nothing Amestrian anyway.

Wait, swords?

"You!" a sharp voice called from behind him. "Show your face." He turned and was faced with four other riders dressed identical to the two who had blocked his path. But as he looked at the rider who spoke, he stopped dead. His jaw went slack in surprise.

"Hawkeye?" he said incredulously. Her reaction was not what he expected. She stared at him as if she had seen a ghost. "What are you doing here?" He stepped towards his oldest friend, only to be stopped as swords were raised and the two riders either side of her stepped forward.

"I could ask you the same thing." She narrowed her eyes, scrutinising him. It was the look which always made him uncomfortable, like the one she used when she knew he had been putting off doing his boring paperwork all day. "Who are you?"

He blanched. What the hell?

"Hawkeye, it's me. Roy." Her face paled even more. The rider to her left noticed her discomfort.

"What shall we do Captain?"

"Take him to the castle." She turned and rode into the forest, leaving him at the mercy of the others. He expected the worst as they descended on him, but he was offered nothing more than silence and an outstretched hand. He knew those lessons Master Hawkeye gave him when he was a boy would come in useful one day. He mounted the horse easily. The group took off before he could even get comfortable. He had to quickly grasp the side of the saddle to regain his balance as the rider followed Hawkeye.

The riders easily manoeuvred through the dense forest. Roy noticed a number of small paths in between the tall grass, which is how the riders moved so easily through the trees. After about five minutes they found a dirt path. Hawkeye rode ahead, leading the group. The next thing Roy noticed was there were people everywhere. They were more than eager to clear a path for the group as they thundered by on horseback. Some stared as they passed by. Others whispered excitedly, pointing at Hawkeye as she rode past. He noticed he got a few odd looks.

The path widened as they approached a crossroads. On each path branching from it there were stalls which were packed full with things from produce to crafts to clothes. Stall vendors were eager to serve the throng of people gathered in the streets. They milled about, moving slowly around the market. Children played together with dolls and sticks as their parents shopped. That was when he noticed their clothing. The women were dressed in long dresses while the men were in tunics or suits. It was like something out of a history book.

He desperately wanted to know what was going on here. Was he at some kind of renaissance fair? But that wouldn't make sense because Hawkeye was here and a part of it. She was never one who liked dressing up and acting.

Their destination came into view as they travelled another few minutes up the road. They rode through a tall archway, the stone engraved with the Amestrian emblem at the top. The dirt path turned into cobblestone and the party slowed as the streets were busier. Townhouses lined the streets, along with shops and other stalls. Men and women went about their business in the town as they rode past, not paying much attention. A few children watched in awe as they saw the soldiers and whispered excitedly to their friends. The street wound its way uphill towards the castle, which shortly came into full view. It towered over them, an impressive sight with its numerous turrets around the exterior. Two great spires rose into the sky, breaking through the low cloud which had settled in the late afternoon. Roy couldn't do anything but stare. He was pretty sure there was nothing like this in Amestris. Not anymore anyway. The bridge they crossed was lined with statues. They whizzed past him in a blur, but he had enough time to notice there were male statues lining the left hand side, while female statues stood directly opposite them on the right. The small stream below glistened in the brilliant sunlight.

Across the bridge they entered the courtyard. It was incredible, so vibrant. There was colour everywhere. On the ground beneath them was a mosaic of the Amestrian flag. Flowers bloomed throughout the courtyard, lining the main pathway and those which branched off from it. The Amestrian flag stood proud in front of a massive set of oak doors. They looked at least five feet thick, covered in various locks and sliding they rode through them Roy had to crane his neck to see the top. There was less activity here, but people still stopped and bowed as the soldiers passed through.

The arrived in another courtyard, one which was smaller in size but no less vibrant and beautiful as the one they had just left. Hawkeye dismounted her horse, handing the reins to the person who stood waiting in front of the main set of doors. Her cape billowed out behind her as she strode forward to the already opening doors. Roy's rider dismounted, waiting expectantly for him to do so as well. He lightly grasped his left arm and steered him to the castle entrance. He did not expect to enter a throne room as the group ascended the steps in the main hall. The golden floor glistened in the sunlight, casting a warm glow around the room. Aristocrats lined the walkway, bowing or curtseying as Hawkeye passed by. However, the whispering began again as Roy passed by. He shifted uncomfortably but kept his gaze straight ahead. As he neared the thrones as the end of the hall, a number of gasps filled the room.

I am really in trouble here. He wasn't completely sure what was going on, but had already deduced he did not belong here. This was not the Amestris he knew. The room fell silent as Riza approached the couple sitting on the thrones atop a dais at the end of the great hall. Hawkeye bowed before speaking.

"Father, I bring you good news. The company of goblins who have been troubling our people have been disbanded. I put an end to their terror myself."

"Well done my daughter. We shall feast tonight in your honour." Roy couldn't see Hawkeye's reaction, but he noticed her stand a little bit taller, obviously proud of her achievement. "And who is this you have returned to us with…?" He trailed off as he finally studied the stranger in his throne room. He wore a similar expression Riza did earlier, like he was seeing a ghost. Every eye in the room turned to face Roy. It was in that moment in which Roy realised who was sat on the throne in front of him.

"Master Hawkeye?" Roy exclaimed, forgetting himself.