Character Death (even if it is a dog, it's a character and I respect that)
Spoilers for Episode 51 Romance and Sap
In the whole fic. I have it planned out already IN MAH MIND
Also, this is completely unrelative to the movie and has nothing to do with it. As far as this is concered there never was a movie. So everybody who has seen it, don't kill me because I screwed it up. Thank you.
It had been 3 years since Ed and Al had gotten their bodies back. It had taken them that three years to find eachother and bring Ed back over to their world, but they had done it and now they were back home.
Ed had quit the military, now that he and Al had their bodies back and that was all he ever joined the military for in the first place.
Roy Mustang, after defeating the Fuhrer, had, with witnesses, proved that King Bradley had been a homunculus and had later been appointed as the Fuhrer. Valueing his life, he had chosen not to go through with the miniskirt plan due to the the advice of his First Lieutenant (now General) Riza Hawkeye. Therefore, his first act as Fuhrer was to eliminate the non-fraternization law. He had always thought it was pointless. Apparently the government agreed, because the law was passed.
Winry had become the top auto-mail mechanic in the East, and possibly all of Amestris, according to most (if not all) of her clients. Unfortunately, while Ed and Al had been gone, Den had died of old age and was now buried in the backyard. He had lived to the age of 13, which was amazeing. Talking about him still often made Winry sad, but she would remember that he was in a better place and wan't hurting anymore from the arthritis he had contracted in his later years, and that would make her feel better.
And so the story begins.
A/N: So what do you think? Good? Bad? Horrible? Terrible? Awesome? Huh? Huh? Huh? -points to button- YOU. REVIEW. NOW. -hugs Riza- SHE'S MINE AND ROYS. STAY BACK YOU PSTCHO FANBOYS! ooh. I made a Rhyme. --;; Anywa. Reveiew or I'll sick my Riza on you. And sorry about the shortness. Come on! It's a PROLOGUE. What did you expect, Victor Hugo in the first chapter?