ME: Well, this is my first none one-shot FMA story. Hope ya like!

ROSIE SHEA: She owns nothing.

ME: Why are sou here?

ROSIE SHEA: Quit stalling.

ME: Yes ma'am

Prolouge

"Fullmetal," the impaitient voice of the former, Colonel Roy Mustang rang throughout the office. "At least try to pay attention." Roy sighed, his day had been horrible so far, the least the young alchemist in front of him could do was look like he was paying attention. The golden eyed boy nodded, signaling to go on. The Flame Alchemist looked down, "as I was saying. You're being sent on a mission to New York in America. There you will descover why one of the best trading ports in the world was silent for an entire day. Since minors must go to school if they are under 18, you are going to school-"

"What I have to go back to that horrible place!" The former colonel simply nodded "Fuck you I won't go if I have to go to school."

"Fullmetal" Roy sweatdropped. The child prodigy glared at him, deciding to simply not pay attention to anything else he said. Sadly, this resulted in instant boredom. Which caused well, see for yourself...

The black haired man then noticed that his subordaintes were trying to contain laughter, and failing. He looked up at the gold eyed alchemist and roared, "FULLMETAL!"

-Percy-

"Mr Jackson. Mr Jackson." I looked up at my furious science teacher,

"Hmmmm?" The wrinkly old hag snorted causing me to picture smoke coming from her nostrils. The image caused me to snicker quietly into the silence. Old Ms.O'Neill then blew it, she screamed,

"Principal! NOW!" She growled sending shivers down my spin. Awww, shit.

-Annabeth-

Stupid SeaweedBrain. Why'd ya go and get yourself in troble, again?

-Winry-

"Winry it's for you!" My boss Mr. Garfeil called through his automail shop.

"Coming !" I put down what I was working on and went to the phone. "Who is it?" I asked taking the phone from my insane boss.

"Hi Winry, it's Ed-." That's he managed to say.

"WHAT'S wrong this TIME?" I roared unsure of what it was that caused my anger. I could practicaly hear him sweatdrop.

"Nothing, I just thought I should say bye."

"Why?" I strugled to keep my temper in check.

"Well, I'm kinda getting sent to America…"

-Alphonse a week later-

"Alphonse! Somebody sent you a letter!" Really? I wonder who?

"Coming!" I called sprinting lightly to the front door. Mai saw me, smiled and handed me the letter.

"Well? Who's it from?"

"Errr…" I looked at the envelope. "Ed. I think…"

"Open it!"

"Okay." I tour open the letter and read aloud,

"Dear Al,

Hows Xing? I guess." Brother I thought shakng my head smiling. "Well anyway, I got sent to America thought I should tell you,

-Ed"

"That's all?" Mai asked, curious.

"Yeah, I guess it is."

"Back to training then?"

"Back to training."

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