New World
Sorry for any oocness.
I don't own any of the characters, maybe one oc.
He stands on the side of a street right in front of a bakery, looking up at the cloudy sky, letting the snowflakes land on his pale face. To most Amestrians they gave him an ugly glare muttering Ishvalan, well walking past the white haired, red eyed, pale man. He remembered everything from his lift before this. He was a part of St. Maria Order, a Teutonic Knight, living through the cold war with that damn Russian, who he despised so very much. Then a few years after the Berlin Wall fell that he die. The strange thing though, after he died this gate opened and these black hands took hold of him. The next thing he knew he wakes up outside of a city. Now here he was looking up at the clouds, his arms wrapped around himself trying to keep warm from this cold winter.
"Excuse me mister, but why are you standing out here all by yourself?" a soft child's voice asked.
He looked down and saw a three year old girl with blond hair, green eyes, wearing a pink dress with a blue handmade jacket looking up at him. Then he noticed her mother and father appear.
"Momma, papa, I don't think this man with red eyes has a place to call home. Can he stay with us for a little bit?" she inquired sweetly.
The man with red eyes looked up at her momma and papa. The mom had blond hair and the same eye color as her daughter, wearing a soft light green dress and black jacket. The dad had black hair, brown eyes, wearing blue jeans and a zipped up jacket wearing combat boots.
"Ah, what's your name?" he inquired kindly at him.
"Uh, Gilbert Beilschmidt," he replied.
"Well Gilbert do ya have a place to stay?" the man asked.
"Nein," he answered.
The man who was about thirty, stands there for a few seconds contemplating on what he should do.
"Should I say yes, for if he is Ishvalan…I could have killed one of his family members during the war…..yet something about him….seems lost….I guess it couldn't hurt," he thought.
"Alright, Gilbert you can stay with us," he stated cheerfully, "Oh, yes I almost forgot, this is my wife Gracia, my daughter Elicia, and I'm Maes Hughes." pointing at the two then himself, "Isn't my daughter so adorable?"
Gilbert stands there nodding quickly wanting to be somewhere warm. Not freezing his ass off.
"Oh right, we should get going. You must be freezing cold," Maes assumed loudly.
Gilber stood there shivering.
"J-j-ja," he sputtered out.
He then followed the family back to their place. On the way, it reminded him of a town in Germany he's been to, but he couldn't quiet place it. Then another thought came to mind…..what is an Ishvalan and why where people calling me that?
Authors Note: Alright, down with the prologue next some explaining from Gilbert….Er, kind of OOC, but I'll improve that in later chapters. Ed and Al will be in it and many others.