A/n: My friend inspired me to write a story with the actual Romanov Family and Full Metal Alchemist combined! I'm not quitting my other stories: so don't worry!
Chapter One
The Romanov palace was glorious in the sunlight, sceneries glow with magnificence. All twenty-three maids bustle around, trying to rid the palace of dust and other pests. There were hardly any, but it never hurts to evaluate. Each maid had a history of some sort of slave neglect. Nikolai Romanov was no different than the others. What made up for it was the politeness of all four of Nikolai's daughters. Anastasia was the most entertaining.
Some could describe her as 'frighteningly wild and roguish.' The youngest daughter loved to pull pranks and hardly ever acted her part as a Grand Duchess. A Duchess had a higher status than any European princess. Just like the Grand Dukes are of a higher rank: compared to the princes. The heir, Alexei, leaves the family in a tough position. There's no guessing whether or not the boy will make it to adulthood. With that in mind, Alexandra never leaves her son's side unless it was recommended.
Being at age thirteen, Anastasia's rebel behavior never seized to surprise her sisters. Tatiana was her partner in crime, also her one of her elder sisters. Reddish brown hair framed her features beautifully; she had her mother's eyes. All her sisters, including her, were found attractive in some way. Almost all the Tsar's children inherited their mother's features. Even their only brother took after the kind lady.
"Anastasia, we've enrolled new soldiers, you must go and examine them." Tatiana said excitedly. "They are rather handsome, and Father's going to pick out our guardian!" She always had a romantic heart.
"Tatiana, it's not like he's presenting us our future husband!" She laughed well naturedly as she stood up from her seat. Brushing off her dress instinctively, she straightened her posture a bit more. "I'll be back." Anastasia offered her sister a sly smile before she turned and walked swiftly out the door.
"Well, hello, kind sir."
It was the same routine every time there were new soldiers. She'd always go out to observe the soldiers. Walking down the line, she didn't see one person step in her way. Crashing into him, she stumbled back, "Watch where you're going, you clumsy fool!" She snapped instinctively, glaring at her 'opponent'. The man had eyes that reminded her of an old penny, and his hair was a light brown. Anastasia decided that this was her least favorite soldier in the entire army.
"Sorry! Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." She said rudely, as she passed him by. The brunette snorted with disdain as she continued to count down the aligned soldiers.
Alphonse Elric sighed, knowing that his reputation probably sunk a couple levels. To run into a Grand Duchess like that, it was a wonder why he was still here. Lifting a hand, he itched the back of his head while sighing. He came to Russia to investigate on a madman known as Rasputin. There were tales that the younger Elric considered atrocious to say the least. Eyes falling to the ground to avoid the questioning and annoyed glances that he received from the other soldiers, he kept his hands behind his back. His bronze eyes only glanced up when he heard Anastasia's footsteps. Their eyes locked for a single moment, her eyes pertained a sadness that mixed well with fire.
He watched her back before she disappeared from view. Gasping quickly, he suddenly realized the soldiers were marching away. Turning stiffly, he did so as well. Nikolai Romanov himself later called in Alphonse.
(Yaay! D I