Intentus: Well. I am now sharing this account with my sister. She's the one who wrote this. She writes pretty well actually.

Metallum: Thank you! Anyway, Anna probably seems like a Sue here, due to lack of insipration. You're probably wondering what this is about.

This is about a girl from our world who has seen the Brotherhood series and is flung into it. She has to keep her identity a secret while not affecting the timeline of events. (too badly.) And learn the Amestrian language along the way. She won't be with Ed and Al all the time, as this is NOT an ElricxOC fic. 'Cause I hate those.

Chapter 1: Breaking the Ice

Summer was falling hard onto the Midwestern town of Fremont Nebraska. The heat had not relented in weeks and storms hurtled through the entire state during the night. Most were inside with ceiling fans running, windows thrown open, or sipping lemonade in an attempt to cool sweat covered bodies.

Except for a one Anna McKraken.

Anna was sitting dutifully at her computer, staring rapt at the cartoon flashing across the monitor. Said cartoon was the popular Japanese anime, FullMetal Alchemist. The second, (more popular,) series, Brotherhood, that is. She was on the last episode.

As she neared the end of the episode, Anna was on the verge of tears. The ending was the so happy it's sad kind, and the Elric brothers definitely deserved it. In her opinion, it was so perfect that it deserved the tears of President Obama himself. After all, it marked the end of a legacy.

After another minute or so, her tears spilled over. Anna had always had a soft heart and the happy ending that was very much deserved touched that heart. Softie, she thought.

As the final scenes scrolled across the screen and "fin" marked the end, she stood. Anna tried in vain to wipe away the tears in her eyes as she stumbled blindly across the room. When she opened them again, she realized something was wrong, as it seemed like Anna was gazing through a tube. She tried to stay standing by grabbing her bag of toiletries which doubled as miscellaneous packing. Her family had been planning a vacation to Germany. Eventually though, her mind gave into the pressure and darkness enveloped her vision.

Anna McKraken, thirteen years old and perfectly healthy, had slipped into a coma.

Anna opened her increasingly heavy eyelids to discover something strange.

First of all, she was lying face down in an alley. Not normal, or healthy for that matter.

Second, said alley looked more like a painting than an actual alley. Not quite defined.

And lastly, for some odd reason, her toiletry bag was lying next to her. Why would she need shampoo?

"God, what the hell happened?" She asked no one in particular. Her head felt like it had been split in two, and the fact she had somehow managed to land on a bad sunburn she had received at the pool wasn't helping. Sitting up, she immediately felt like lying down again. Some headache, she thought.

Anna stood up slowly, afraid her knees would give way. Unsteadily, she picked up her bag, and leaned gently against the wall, willing the headache that was surely a concussion away. It complied reluctantly, ebbing away into a small ache. Anna then set about figuring where she was and more importantly, how to get home. However, before she could get her bearings, several (anime characters?) MP's appeared at the entrance to the alley and pointed her pistols at her. Instinctively, she put her hands in the air.

"Verschwinde von hier! Es ist nicht sicher für Zivilisten!*" One shouted something unintelligible to her ears. She gave him a confused look, and after a moment of thought realized what he said sounded suspiciously like German. However, the accent somehow reminded her of Japanese.

"Man, I really should have paid attention when Al was teaching me this stuff!" She said, loud enough for half the block to hear her clear annoyance. Allen was her elder brother, and was the one in the family in charge of teaching them German before the trip. "Okay, let's try this... umm... Ich weiß nicht sprechen Deutsch?"*2 The guard looked slightly confused before he replied.

"Wir sprechen Amestrian!" Anna was horribly confused at this, and her headache wasn't helping. Amestrian? I've never heard of a country called Amestri-SHIT! AMESTRIS? Her mind was spinning at this new information, finally realizing where exactly she was.

Anna was in the FullMetal Alchemist universe.

In Central.

Basically, her headache returned in full force. And this time it managed to make her faint.

"Fräulein!"

Two men were conversing outside a hospital room, apparently discussing the occupant of the room. Said occupant was a girl about fifteen, either sleeping or unconcious, who had mysteriously appeared in the middle of the night. Witnesses had simply stated that "One second, she wasn't there, and the next, she was." One of the men, a Major, had enough to deal with already, what with Issac MacDougal on the loose there in Central.

"Also, the MP's report hearing her shout in a strange language they couldn't understand." The smaller man told the large major. The stars and stripes on the shoulder of his uniform identified him as a Sergeant. "They said it sounded like Henlish."*3

"Strange. What's a child doing here without parent? Especially from a different country..." The huge man trailed off, deep in his own thoughts. He moved to the side when the doctor entered the room. "The only person I know that speaks Henlish is the Fullmetal Alchemist." Fullmetal's explination for knowing the language was that some of his father's notes were written in the language.

The Major snapped back to reality when the door opened again and the doctor stepped out.

"She's awake. And it seems she doesn't speak Amestrian. At least not very much," the doctor reported, "I think it's alright for you to go in." The major did as he was told and entered, ducking through the doorway. The girl surprised him immediately.

"Alex Louis Armstrong." She said, gray eyes both excited and apprehensive. The girl cocked her head to the side, as if examining him. "Here to question me, I presume." He couldn't understand what she had said, and upon realizing that he couldn't understand her, she mimicked writing. Major Armstrong pulled out the small notebook he carried around for emergencies and scribbled a question on the first sheet.

What's your name?

Anna McKraken.

Where is your family?

Home.

They carried on like this for quite a while until he came to the question he had been burning to ask since they had started.

How did you get here?

I don't know. Now if you would excuse me, I wish to sleep.

P.S., If you know anyone that speaks my language, could you send them here? If i'm silent for any longer I think i'll explode.

He laughed at that, and quickly scribbled his reply before leaving. He truly did wonder if she really knew how she had arrived but was unwilling to tell him.

It just so happens I know someone, but you may have to wait awhile.

Anna was exhausted. After being questioned by Armstrong, when she had been planning to get some sleep, the doctors decided to do a check-up. Afterwards, when she had found the peace and quiet to sleep, she discovered her thought-riddled mind would not allow her to do so.

Well, would you be able to sleep after transfering between worlds? Especially one you thought was fictional?

Anna decided to doodle a bit. It always got her mind off things and helped her settle. Although often times she found herself drawing deep into the night, Anna generally got enough sleep.

Picking up the sheet Armstrong had left behind, she looked around for a pencil. When she remembered she didn't have one, she sighed, and flung the little sheet away. She always got frustrated without a pencil. Anna tried once more to fall asleep and only suceeded in doing so an hour later.

Anna woke up several hours later to discover a plate of food in front of her. As much as she hated hospital food, she resigned herself to feeding her growling stomach. The steaming plate of food was delicious, unlike other hospital foods that had been shoved down her gullet. By the time she had finished the doctor had stepped into the room and handed her a sheet of paper.

You had a mild concussion. We believe it has faded, and you will be discharged. A one Mr. Maes Hughes has offered to let you stay at his home.

Anna smiled. She suspected that when she got downstairs she would be bombarded by photos of an adorable little girl with pigtails. It is Hughes, after all.

And that's a wrap! Chapter one's done (finally) and I can let my sister have her computer back! Also I think she's going to turn her fic Returning Flame into a series of oneshots...

Oh wait, I have to do this...

*= Get out of here! It's not safe for civilians!

*2= I do not speak German?

*3= The equivalent of English. I noticed in the anime the writing's English though... weird.

And yes, that Sergeant Armstrong was talking to was Brosch. Why? 'Cause I like Brosch.

Review or Armstrong will hug you!