Yay! To tell you the truth, I actually love Edward with all of my heart. But, there are too many Edward x everyoneintheworld stories out there! So here is a lovely Roy Mustang story. x3

Hope you like it~ DISCLAIMER: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist. No matter how much I wish I did.

Germany, 1923

"Are you okay, sister?" Her brother whispered to her. They were both cramped in one of the suits of armors. He was chosen to go to Shambala, and the woman just couldn't pass up the chance to go to a new world! Besides, this world didn't hold much for either of them.

"I'm fine," She whispered back, snuggling close to him. The woman could feel his heart beat as she rested her head on his chest. Her arms were wrapped around his body as she tried to move as little as possible.

"This is taking foreve—"

"SEND THEM IN!" A woman's voice cut off her brother's. The both of them were silent as they could hear the doors opening. His heart beat quickened as men around him started to move. It was obviously hard for them to move in these huge suits.

"What if they can't get back?" A man's frantic voice asked. No one seemed to listen to him. It didn't matter now anyways. The two of them were going to stay over there in the other world either way. It took quiet some time before anything happened. She had her face buried in her brother's chest; his lips kissed the top of her head and stayed there.

She couldn't see the bright light.

They had a sensation of floating.

"Brother?"

"Shhh." He breathed next to her ear. The next moment came suddenly. Out of the blue. There was extreme pressure. Men started screaming from pain. Her brother started screaming, but the woman couldn't feel the pain that they were experiencing. She screamed. Screamed because he was screaming. She screamed out of fear.

Then there was silence. Everything changed in the blink of an eye.

No screaming. Absolute silence. The woman was alone, and out of that armored shell.

"Brother?" She whispered once again looking about her. There was nothing. She turned around and gasped loudly, taking a step back. A large gate was in front of her. In front of that gate lay the piled up soldier's bodies. Their armor was standing on its own, eerily watching as the men's bodies were being pulled apart and dragged into the gate.

"Brother?!" Her voice was full of panic now. What if he was being sucked in!? She didn't know what to do. She couldn't go… near the gate.

"August!" The lady shouted. No. He couldn't be gone. He wouldn't die that easily! Right? But he was screaming with all the other men! What if it was just taking the men!? She began to hyperventilate. One of the armored suits walked stiffly over to her. It was her brother's armor. The armor grabbed her and carried her back with the others. "August! August! You're in there right?" The suit said nothing. "Oh yeah. Silence. Sorry. Sorry." She tried to breathe normally. He was there. Safe from that…that thing. She glanced over at the gate.

It was grabbing at the last body. His brown hair covered his face. The arms ripped his body in half, causing the head to jerk back so she could see the face. Blood poured from his opened mouth. His eyes were still open. Those hazel eyes pierced her soul as she shrieked.

"AUGUST!"

Amestris

"We found one alive! This one is a female…"

"Hurry and bring her out!"

"Get some clothes for this one!"

"Sir! They are beginning to move!"

The voices. The voices needed to stop talking. There was too much commotion. Can't they see that she was sleeping?

"Get her out! Quick! Before she's crushed!"

Her eyes opened a bit. She was going to tell to shut up herself. What with their shouting and all of that nonsense. She began to push herself up.

"She's moving!" People kept pulling on you. She tried to jerk her arms out of their grips, but she couldn't pull away. Why were they pulling on her? Panic began to settle in, and the woman began to struggle. A couple more people tried to help, but they just got in the way. There was a loud cracking noise. The pulling stopped.

"What was that?"

"She broke her arm from her damned flailing."

"Shit."

There was no pain coming from her arm as she opened her eyes all the way. The bright sun blinded her, but she looked around. Armored suits. They were everywhere. Wait… Armored… Suits… August… Brother…

"AUGUST!" She screamed suddenly, "No! August! Let me go! I have to get August! It took him! It took him!" A large man with too-large-muscles came over and grabbed her, lifting her up. The other men quickly went back to their posts.

"If it took him. Then you cannot get him back." He said, his voice booming out.

"No! August! He can't die! This is Shambala! Our paradise!" She shrieked, pounding on the man with her broken hand and with her well hand. He ignored her and began walking away from the pile.

"AUGUUUST!"

Central, Amestris

"Who did you say she was?" Riza asked Havoc.

"We don't know. She won't tell us anything. Just that she needs some guy named 'August'. Armstrong said she came from the earthquake," Havoc muttered, glancing at the woman. She was curled up in a ball, her good arm (her other arm in a sling) around her legs which were brought up to her chest. She was lying on her side on the small couch in what used to be Roy Mustangs office. Her eyes were wide open.

"Well. We can't keep her here for questioning. We have no room for another person," Riza stated.

"I'm sure she has no where to go…" Breda threw in his input.

"I know where she can go!" Havoc said, a grin on his face. "She can be sent with Roy Mustang. He can get the questions out of her, and have company up there in the cold!" Before Riza could say anything, Breda was calling up Roy. It was settled. The strange woman would go to Roy, whether he liked it or not.

The next day, she was shipped to Roy. Quite literally. She refused to move, so they had to carry her and put her in a box so she wouldn't roll around and injure her arm again. No need to damage her more. Havoc and Fuery went to deliver her and to see their old friend again. She slept through the ride up and through the two men's visit to Roy.

P.S. I've given her a disorder. CIPA -- congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis. That means, SHE CANNOT FEEL PAIN. ;D