Disclaimer: I do not own FMA, the only thing I own is the cookies they eat for breakfast, along with the plot ~maybe~.

My name is Edward Elric, or at least it was until I got stuck in an alternate world about a week ago. I was sixteen when I got sent here, trying to bring my brother back. I'm not sure if it worked or not, but I hope it did. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I found out Alphonse died.

Right now though, that's not the point. The point is, I just got sent to a different world, and it turns out that the other me didn't die from that big blimp landing on him. My father made us move in together. We're identical and share the same first name. Not a good idea when your dad is going to pass you off as twins and send you to school. So, I had to change my name since this wasn't my world and it was only fair the other me got to keep his name Edward.

And so, this is where the story starts. It's the first day of school in an alternate world with my new name, Eliot Heidrich. Great, just great. To top it all off, my other self and I get along so well that it's creepy, and very awkward.

"I'm off. I'll be back in about a month. Good luck at school, boys!" and the door slammed. Jeez, one of these days I'm gonna kill him! My Dad just gets up and leaves all of a sudden for long periods of time. A month isn't so bad, but still, he had left me, Al, and Mom for years! By the time he came back Mom was dead and Al and I had almost finished our search for the way to get our bodies back.

"Wanna bet he isn't back for about a year?" asked Edward.

"No way, who ever gets the bet of him being back on time or early always loses," I replied.

"You're no fun!"

"I'm not willingly betting my money on something I know I'll lose!"

The door slammed again, but this time it was someone coming in instead of going out.

"Are you our new neighbors?" asked a man at the head of a small group of people. "We live in the neighborhood and decided to welcome you."

I don't know why people would randomly come into our house, but they did.

"Yeah, we're the Heidrich brothers. I'm Edward and this is Elliot… Elliot?"

"Huh? OH… right. I'm Elliot and this is Edward."

"I already did introductions."

"Sorry."

"I'm sorry, but is this a bad time?" the man asked.

"Not at all!" we chorused in unison. I repeat my earlier rant, we get along so well it's creepy. We hit the same wave length so often that we'll both do something at the same moment and there won't be any difference in actions. AT ALL. It's creepy. I can't stand it! Especially since it causes us to run into each other a ton.

Something else was bothering me at the moment though. These people seemed familiar. I wonder why? The man that had spoken had relatively short, black hair, dark eyes, and a smirk. Oh no, even here I can't get away from this idiot! It was none other than Mustang, and, oh look, the rest of the gang! …oh…. OH MY F***ING GOD?! HUGHES?! Wait, wait, calm down Ed, er, El (Said 'L')… this is a different world. It is possible for Hughes to be alive.

Little did I know, an awkward silence was hovering around as I gaped at them. I would have probably stayed that way for hours if Edward hadn't done something. I just wish it hadn't sent me flying into a wall with a massive headache. HE HIT ME WITH HIS ELBOW! Not just that either, he hit me in the temple with his elbow. I should really learn to dodge that before I get brain damage…

So, if my gaping at them hadn't unsettled them, my flying into a wall obviously did the trick.

"I'm sorry for that! Back to introductions!" Edward chimed.

"YOU ARE SO NOT SORRY!" I screamed.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

And just as I opened my mouth to respond, bullets tore through our ceiling. Oh no, Riza had a gun for some reason in this world too. Not good.

"Enough," she said. "I'm Riza Hawkeye. This is Maes Hughes, Roy Mustang," and as she introduced everyone I was shocked to realize none of their names had changed. The only one missing was Al. It'll take me forever to get over that if I ever do!

An alarm went off somewhere in the house.

"OH CRAP!" Ed and I shouted in unison, once again. "Sorry, but we've got to go! See you later!" and we shoved our visitors out, grabbed our bags, locked the door, and ran off to school.