So, this is my first fic, so please feel free to review ;D
But please don't be too harsh, I know it's not the best and that it needs alot of work.. The storyline isn't very good either in my opinion, but it just sort of happened, so, sorry ^^"
I'll try to do better next time :]

-Mari

[Start Chapter 1]

"What do you mean you're leaving?" Winry asked as she turned from the table of automail parts to look at Edward, her eyes confused.

"Mustang summoned me to Central," Ed scowled. "I'm supposed to go immediately."

"Then I'll come with you," Winry said, pulling off the bandana on her head and fluffed out her bangs.

"You can't," Ed said softly. "You have the kids and Granny to think about. I won't be gone for more that a few days, okay?" He walked over and put his hand on her shoulder with a sincere smile. "I promise."

"Okay... But-" Winry was cut off when Granny called from the front room.

"Edward, Winry; You two have a guest."

"Okay, Granny!" Ed called back before pulling Winry close and kissing the top of her head. "Come on, let's see who it is."

Winry nodded before walking out of the room, Edward following just behind her. When she caught sight of the laughing man standing at the door, holding her daughter on his hip while her son was grabbing onto his pants leg, she smiled. "Alphonse!"

"Hey, Al," Ed greeted, walking up and good-heartedly nudging his shoulder.

"Hey Brother," Alphonse smiled and put down the little girl. "Hey Winry!"

"Führer Mustang called you to Central?" Alphonse asked, scratching the side of his head. "That's odd, I thought you were done with the military."

"So did I," Ed nodded. "I mean, I don't really have a reason to be a dog anymore, and you can't be a State Alchemist without Alchemy either."

"Do you think he's trying to get you to join again?" Al asked.

"I just told you," Ed frowned. "I lost my Alchemy when we brought your body back, remember? So I can't be a State Alchemist anymore."

"He may want you to be in the military, but not as an Alchemist." Al thought out loud, tapping his chin before looking over at Winry, who had remained quiet throughout the duriation of the conversation as she sipped at her drink. "What do you think, Winry?"

"I don't like it," She said softly. "None of it sounds right to me."

"Oh Winry, you're just worrying too much," Ed smiled, leaning back in his chair with his arms behind his head. "It'll be fine."

"Knowing you, you'll just get into trouble," Winry frowned, taking another sip.

"You don't have to worry, Winry," Alphonse smiled. Winry looked up, her eyes confused. "I'm going to go with him."

"You're what?" Ed sputtered. "But you just got done traveling. Don't you want to settle down for a while. Plus, I can take care of myself."

"A shorty like you?" Alphonse joked before his face became somewhat serious. "Plus, I want to go visit Mr. Hughes. I haven't been there since getting my body back."

The room fell silent for a few minutes before slid back from the table and stood, looking down at the table. "I'll go get my things together. We can leave tonight."

"You're going so soon?" Winry asked, putting her cup down quickly. "But Ed-"

"The sooner we leave, the sooner we can get back," Edward said sternly before his face softened. "We won't be gone long."

"Okay," She frowned. "But something still doesn't feel right about this."

"I wonder how much Central's changed since we've been there." Alphonse wondered out loud as he looked away from the window at his brother, who had fallen asleep in the seat. He smiled and reached over and turning off the cabin's light. He turned back to look out the window, still wondering about how much things had changed.

"Colonel Hawkeye," Mustang said as he leaned back in his chair and folded his fingers together. "Why don't we head to the train station."

"If I may ask, why sir?" Riza asked when she looked down at him.

"Edward Elric should be ariving soon. We have to seen to it that noone sees him arrive," Mustang explained as he stood and pulled on his coat.

"Yes sir," Hawkeye nodded and stepped aside as Mustang walked towards the door.

"Have you informed Havoc of where he's supposed to be?" Mustang asked.

"Yes, of course, sir."

"Good."

"Brother, wake up," Al shook Ed's shoulder. "C'mon we're there."

"Huh, what?" Ed murmured as he sat up.

"You slept the whole way here, Brother," Al smiled as he got his own bag down before giving Ed his. "Some things never change, huh?"

"Yeah, whatever," Ed scowled.

"Still grumpy as ever," Al said to himself as he followed his brother out of the cabin and down the hall. When they reached the door, he smiled. "This place never changes, huh Brother!"

"It's just a train station Al," Ed smiled, over his grumpiness. "You've seen loads of them."

"True, but something about coming back to Central," Al said sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head. "It makes me wonder how May's doing."

"May?" Ed asked as they made thier way through the crowd. "I thought you were gonna go to Xing and see her."

"That was my next destination actually," Al said. "But it can wait until after this."

"You didn't have to come you know," Ed complained. "I can take care of myself you know."

"Yeah," Al nudged him with his elbow. "Everytime you try to take care of yourself, you usually end up getting hurt and bleeding everywhere."

"That was only a couple of times," Ed said stubbornly. "And it was just cause I was worrying about you."

"Haha, whatever you say Brother," Al smiled, looking up. "Hey look, it's Lieutenant Hawkeye!"

"Huh?" Ed looked up. "What's she doing here?"

"Good evening boys." Hawkeye said as she looked around. "Follow me."

"What for?" Ed asked. "We just got here."

"The Führer sent us to fetch you," Havoc said as he walked up, his hands in his pockets. "Alphonse? I didn't know you were coming too."

"Yeah, Winry sent me to make sure Ed didn't get into too much trouble." Al's smile faltered as he continued. "Plus, I wanted to go visit Mr. Hughes. I haven't been able to do that yet."

"Well," Hawkeye glanced up at Havoc, an action not missed by Ed, before looking at Al. "Why don't you go there while we bring Ed to the Führer. You can catch up afterwards."

"But Winry said not to-"

"I'll be fine, Al. I'm not a kid, and I'm your older brother," Ed said stubbornly. "Plus I'm just going to see Mustang. It shouldn't take too long."

"Well.." Al frowned. "Alright, I guess. But I won't be too long."

"Why don't you go see Gracia and Elecia afterwards. They've been in need of some company later, and I've heard they've been anxious to see you now that you've got your body back." Hawkeye offered.

"I have wanted to see them as well," Al considered before nodding. "Okay, I'll meet up with you guys later then."

"Sounds good." Ed smiled triumphantly. "See ya later, Al."

"Bye, Brother," Al waved as he picked up his bag and disappeared into the crowd.

When he was gone, Ed turned back to Hawkeye. "So, what does Mustang want now? He wrote that it was urgent."

"We can't talk about it here," Hawkeye said as she looked around. "But pull up your hood. The less people that know you're here, the better."

"What? Why's that?" Ed asked, but did as he was told and pulled it over his head.

Hawkeye looked at Havoc, who nodded before taking Ed's arm and pulling him towards the nearest door, Hawkeye following closely.

"Hey Mr. Hughes," Alphonse said to himself as he looked down at Hughes's grave. "It's been a while, huh?"

He remained silent for a few moments before continuing. "I just, you know, wanted to stop by and thank you for everything you did for Brother and I.. But, I know you probably can't hear me. It's the thought that counts though, right?"

"Well," Al laughed nervously before laying a transmuted flower across the top of the headstone, his face becoming soft again. "Thanks again, Mr. Hughes. For everything."

"Where are we going anyway?" Ed asked impatiently. Al's right... Something just doesn't feel right about all of this...

"It's just a little further," Hawkeye said without looking back.

"But where is 'it'?" Ed pressed as he followed Hawkeye through an open door. He paused in the doorway when he saw Mustang leaning against the wall of the room.

"Well, Fullmetal," Mustang said as he straightened up. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Last time I checked, I retired that name when I quit the military. You should know that, Führer," Ed said sarcastically.

"Sarcastic and short as ever," Roy crossed his arms.

"Who are you calling short!" Ed shouted, raising his fist. "I'm not short, everyone's just freakin' huge, you got that?"

"Angry, too," Roy smirked.

"Yeah, whatever," Ed scowled. "Why am I here? What is this place?"

Something doesn't feel right..

"Take him." Mustang ordered.

"What?" Ed gasped out when Hawkeye and Havoc each took an arm and pulled it back, using their other hand to push Ed's shoulders forward and force him down onto his knees. He struggled against them, his eyes widening. "What is this? What's this about, Mustang?"

"Fullmetal Alchemist Edward Elric, you are hereby charged with the death of Alphonse Elric," Mustang said coldly as he pulled a pistol from the holster on his hip.

"Death of.. Hey wait a minute, Al isn't dead.. He was just with me on the train.." Ed blinked, staring up at Mustang with wide eyes.

"You killed him, Elric," Mustang said sternly. "We have proof."

"I didn't kill anyone," Ed struggled against Hawkeye and Havoc's grasp. "He went to visit Lieutenant Colonel Hughes's grave! He isn't dead!"

"Your prints were on the gun, Edward." Hawkeye said flatly.

"I haven't killed anyone! Especially not my brother!" Ed said fiercely before freezing when he felt the barrel of Mustang's gun against his forehead. He stared up, unable to move. "What are you doing, Mustang?"

"Alphonse Elric?"

"Oh, hi Major Armstrong," Al said as he stood. He smiled. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Alphonse," Armstrong repeated, his eyes wide. "How is this even possible?"

"How is what possible?" Alphonse asked, the smile faded away. "You look like you've seen a ghost or something Major.."

"I think I have.." Armstrong said in disbelief.

"Don't do this Roy," Edward said shakily. "You know I didn't kill Al.. He's still alive! Tell him Riza! R-Riza?" Ed turned his head the best he could to look back at her. "Why aren't you saying anything? You saw Al.. You know I didn't kill him.. He's my brother.. He's still alive. Havoc? You saw him too.. He got.. He got off the train.. We.. We were.. We came from.."

"Well, Fullmetal.." Mustang said as he cocked the gun and put his finger on the trigger. "Do you have any last words?"

Ed stared up at Mustang, his eyes clouded with confusion and hate before shifting to pure anger. "Don't you dare touch Winry, Granny, or my kids."

"I'll respect your request, Fullmetal. You don't have to worry about them," Mustang said as he started to pull the trigger. Ed took in a sharp breath as his watched the trigger sliding back in what looked like slow-motion.

Goodbye Winry.

[End Chapter 1]

Poor Ed.. And why does Mustang think Al is dead? What a silly, silly child3