Yea, yea, I'm sure fans out there of my other stories are angry that I'm posting a new story when I have two others that I needed to get updated. Well, I'm sorry okay? Just don't come crying to me, I beg you. So anyways, not much to say other than it's a FullMetal Alchemist crossover with the Hunger Games. It's got a mix of the book and movie, so that's just a heads up. R & R please!

Disclaimer: I do not own either the Hunger Games or FullMetal Alchemist. I would be making millions if I were and currently I am broke. *sad face*

He had been my friend ever since I could remember. He still had long, gold hair and matching gold eyes that still stunned me whenever he looked at me. Right now he looked worriedly at me.

"Uh, Trinity?" Edward asked. I shook my head. I must've zoned out again. I often do that when he's around me. "Still with me?"

"Yea, Ed. What were you saying again?" I asked. I rubbed my eyes. Ed and I had decided to sneak outside before dawn to get some time alone before the events of the day unfold. Today was the Reaping. It's an unfair way to send two tributes, a boy and a girl, to the capitol to fight to their deaths in a thing called the Hunger Games. Every family of all 12 districts are forced to watch it, forced to remember why we should never rebel again.

"I was saying that we should probably head back in and sleep. Today's a big, BIG day!" He said, mimicking the capitol accent.

"May the odds be EVER in your favor." I said, mimicking the capitol accent as well. He started laughing, and soon so was I. We started back in to get a couple more hours before the horrifying hours lying before us.

We both woke up at around the same time. Oh, we're neighbors. My mother runs the only tailoring shop in District 12 and Ed's grandmother runs an automail shop in the building conjoined with ours. Automail are metal prosthetics. They're often used for the workers in the mines who have lost their limbs in explosions, but Ed and I both have them. My right leg was metal and Ed's right arm and left leg are automail. It was a long story.

My mom helped me get ready this morning. She put my hair up into a loose bun, letting my bangs hang in my face. Then she helped me into a warm bath, a rarity in our district. I let her scrub me down. She then helped me slip into a white sundress that was only worn on reaping days and a pair of sandals. She looked me in the eyes when I was all finished.

"Did you and Ed sneak off again last night?" She said. I proved her point by yawning and nodding.

"I'm sorry." I said. She had always been scared of me running off with him.

"Well, try to not let it be obvious, alright?" my mother smiled sadly with me. "Are you meeting him?"

"Yea. I should go." I said, giving her one last hug before I left.

"Alright. I'll meet you there. I'm going to leave with Ed's grandmother as I always do." She said and I turned to leave.

I met him in my living room so that we could leave together. He was in a white tuxedo that his father had worn before he died. His long, blond hair had been put in its normal braid. He looked handsom, but wary. He had nightmares again, I could tell. His father had died in the games and that's what normally plagues his dreams. I smiled sadly at him.

"You look nice," He said quickly before I could say anything about his tired look. I blushed and looked away.

"You too." I said, and we both looked away awkwardly. I finally broke the silence after a few minutes. "Where's Winry?"

"She's probably already there waiting for us." He said. Winry was our childhood friend. She was a year younger than Ed and I, meaning she was 15 this year. Both her parents had died from illness, so she lives with Ed and his grandmother. Ed turned to me. "We should be going as well."

"Yea." Was all I replied before we headed outside to the appropriate rainy day. We splashed through water puddles, careful to avoid the mud as not to get our white apparel muddy. The town square, which was right outside the justice building, was already crowded when we got there. Ed and I split up into our respective roped off areas. He had been right though, there was Winry with the other 15 year old girls, looking quite nervous. I shot her a smile through the crowd, hardly even caring if she noticed. Then I caught Ed's eye. He winked at me, but his attention was drawn to the stage when we heard a microphone turn on.

The mayor comes up and tells us about Panem's history. It was the same thing he said every year. How the rebels caused the war that created the 13, well now 12, districts. To remind us of the uprising, and how we should never cause another one, the capitol created the Hunger Games. It was boring, but the main event was when a bubbly, and very pink, lady came up to the microphone. I remembered her as Effie Trinket. I took a quickly look over at Ed, who I caught snickering, before looking back up at the stage. Effie kept babbling on about how we may get victors and bla bla bla. I tuned most of it out until she got to the point of calling out names. I stiffened.

"Well then, ladies first!" She said bubbly. It won't be me, It won't be me, It won't be me. . . I kept chanting in my head. I saw her pull out the card and walk back to mic. My heart started beating faster but I tried to stay under control. At the final moment, I caught my breath, praying with all my heart that my name was not on that slip of paper. Then she started speaking those fateful words.

"Trinity Grim!"

Meh, not my best work, but decent all the most. I didn't really leave a cliff hanger, but I kinda did at the same time. What I mean is: Is Ed going to be picked? Duh Duh DUUUUUUUHHHHH! You'll just have to wait and see. I should be able to update tomorrow, but then again, it's Easter, so I don't know. I also have a habit of being busy all the time, so sorry for that. I hope you like it! It may seem to start out cheesy, but it'll get better, I promise.

Note: I don't allow people to flame my stories, but I do allow people to review kindly without any mean words. I know I'm not the best author in the world, but don't be mean people. This is the only time I'm saying it so pay great heed in these words. Also, I'm quite a thick headed person and I like to do things my own way, but if you still must give any advice at all, then I suggest you do it in a constructive way, not in a way that'll make me want to stab you a million times.
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