Authors Notes: Yeah! Second Story! This time it won't be a oneshot… obviously. Last fic I got two reviews (more than I expected!) So I would like to thank, from the bottom of my heart: greensapphire and DarkHeartsUnleased. YAY! And also the 114 hits and 109 visitors for "Kakashi's Hot Date?" .

This story is placed in modern-ish day instead of the early 20th century. I had this idea for a while, though it's not very creative, I still haven't yet seen a fic like this. Mail me the link if you have/fine one! This first chapter is kinda boring, it will get better. I finally gotten around to write this, 'cuz I was bored. Tell me what you think! All comments, ideas, and even complaints will be much appreciated and answered in the beginning of each chapter. But no flames! Roy Mustang will kill all flamers. You have been warned. Also I hate the title of this story. I will probably change it soon. Oh and one last thing! I normally write in first person, this is the first time I've writen in 3rd in a while. I will screw up a lot. Just a little warning there.

Disclaimer: Though there is no need for a disclaimer since this is a fan fiction site, I still love writing them. Soooooo…. I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, nor any of the characters. I do own a pair of Rainbows flip-flops, and love them. It's like walking on clouds.


1998

Anneville, Iowa

Older Brother: 6 Younger brother: 5

Anneville, Iowa. The current population is 2,052, and will most likely stay around that number for years. It's a small farming town around the center of Iowa and, obviously, most people there are farmers. There is very little to do in Anneville, having no malls or big shopping centers. There is only an arcade, a library, and a small rundown YMCA. (Where you can learn Karate, swimming, and Yoga.) The town's one and only achievement is receiving the title of 'Most boring town in America', from Time for 23 years in a row. Unfortunately, you cannot buy that magazine in Anneville, so the people there are quite oblivious to this fact.

If you go down Steward Road, (It hardly counts as a road, though. More like dirt trail.) you will be at Rockbell Auto-shop. The automobile shop is run by Pinako Rockbell, who is a crazy old lady that is "Strong as a bull.", or so her son says. Most people find that hard to believe, since she's rather short and plump. A pair of round glasses sit on her big, round nose. Everyone agrees that she is a bit twisted in the head, to put it gently. The shop is also home to Yuri Rockbell and his family. Yuri and his beautiful wife, Sara, are both doctors. The finest doctors in Anneville, to be exact. They met at Yale University, dated for a couple of years, and moved to Anneville. Most would wonder: "Why the hell did they move there if they went to such a prodigious college." The Answer to that question is simple: Yuri is a momma's boy. Sara and Yuri have only one daughter, Winry. She is an extremely attractive little girl, with short blonde hair and big blue eyes. Instead of being fascinated by the wonders of medicine, she loves machines. (Much to her father's dismay.) Young Winry is always seen in the shop with her grandmother, helping out costumers or playing with her puppy, Den.

Less than a mile away from the Rockbell's house, are the Elric's. Trisha Elric is Pinako's youngest child. [A/N: Yes, this means Winry and Ed are related. I know that's not the way it is in the manga/anime, but I felt like changing it up a bit] Trisha lived in Anneville her entire life. She never went to college, or did much traveling. Her husband, Hohenheim, was a traveling chemist, who fell in love with Trisha when he was doing research in the town. They got married and had two kids, Edward and Alphonse. Hohenheim left when Edward was two. Both of their children are highly intelligent for their age. Edward is six and Alphonse, five.

On a large hill sits a school, John Evans Elementary. On the second floor, room 205, second row 3rd from the right, sits Edward Elric. He was average height and weight, and had short blonde hair that was as straight as a pin. A clump of hair stuck up in the air, which annoyed his mother. The most unusual feature of this boy are his eyes. They were a rich golden color, like topaz. Also he was born in November, so his birthstone is topaz, which is quite odd to most people. [A/N: I don't really know when Ed was born, sorry.] Sitting beside him was his cousin and best friend, Winry, who was drawing pictures of squids. Edward sighed 'This stuff is so easy, first grade stinks.' He thought.

"Ed. What is five plus four?" Miss Woodward asked.

"Nine." Ed said, still bored.

"Great job! You got it right." She clapped her hands about five times.

'I wish I could slice off those hands.' Edward daydreamed about a truck running over the teacher. She would still be clapping and saying "Great job, Ed! I can't believe you pushed me into the road! That takes skills children!" in her annoyingly high pitched voice.

"Finally, school is over!" Ed stretched his arms over his head and yawned.

"It wasn't that bad, brother." His quiet brother said.

"Yeah, you're in kindergarten. You play games and watch movies all day! Now in first grade-"

"It's pretty much the same, Ed." Al said chuckling. Alphonse was one year younger than his brother. He had dirty blonde hair, warm chocolate brown eyes, and a round face.

"Pssh, how would you know?"

"Hey! AL, ED!" Winry waved at the two bickering boys, "Wanna walk home together?"

"Sorry Win. We are going to the library today." Ed replied back. He heard that they received a new Magic Tree House book, and his fingers were itching to get a hold onto it. After Winry left, the boys started walking to the public library.

"Hey, little brats!" Ed and Al recognized that voice. It belonged to a greasy haired, "big boned" third grader named Butch. Someone who torments the brothers daily.

"What do you want, Butch?!?" Ed sneered.

"Hey, don't give me attitude, shorty.

"We're only short compared to a monster like you!" Al yelled, very un-Al-ish.

"Thanks, I know I'm a monster! And love it! Now where are you two going this lovely Tuesday afternoon?"

"None of your business, Butch!" Ed snapped.

"Now, now, now. That talk deserves a punishment." He said with a glint in his eye. The brothers looked at each other with panic. Butch Boison wasn't called Butch-ER for nothing. There was only one way out of this: A tactical escape, AKA: getting the hell away. Butch might have a hard punch, but was as slow as a snail.

The boys made it to the library, panting, but in one piece. Butch stopped at the door, since he was allergic to books. Ed stuck his tongue out, and Butch replied with an inappropriate gesture. After giggling and catching their breath, Ed went up to the front desk, while Al went to the animal section.

"Umm. Excuse me." Ed tried to get the attention of a mid-twenties librarian with too much eye shadow on.

"Huh? Oh, what can I do for you hun?" She said, snapping her gum.

"I was wondering if anyone has checked out the new Magic Tree House book, it's called Vacation Under the Volcano."

"Let me check…" The librarian, also known as Stacy, was twirling her blonde curly hair. And still popping her gum. Most damn annoying thing you could do. "Mmm, Sorry, hun. Checked out by Kyle Johnson, just yesterday."

"Oh, I see." Edward said, his voice drenched with disappointment. He walked over to his brother's favorite table, and sat down. Ed slammed his head against the table. He traced his finger over the scratches and dents that ruined the wood. 'I really wanted to read that too, I'll find this Kyle, and demand the book from him.' He though.

"Hey, Brother! Look what I found." A bubbly voice said, seething with excitement.

"I don't care about your dumb cat books, Al!"

"No! It's not that! It's something really cool! Stop moping and look at this!" Al raised his voice a bit, and the librarian glared at us.

"Fine. Just lower your voice!" Ed looked up to see an old tattered book. The Basics of Alchemy.