This is very naughty of me, but Something Fishy had hit a wall and I was inspired by this other fanfic I found while hitting Google for any FMA Fan fiction I could find (the school had blocked the site due to naughty students reading fan fic in class time :P )

Chapter One: There's a Party on the Hill and You're Not Invited

Dawn was just touching the sky as a young man padded down the stairs into a basement. He paused by the seven foot suit of armour, it's steel radiating an icy chill that made his auto-mail ports ache. His gold eyes roved across the room, not seeing it as it is, but as it was over ten years ago on a stormy night, the array, the dish with the components to make a human body, his brother's fear...

Heaving a sigh Edward Elric turned his back to the memories, turned back to the stairs. He and Alphonse never spoke of that night, it was best not to dwell on what they almost did. Today was not a day to think about such things. It was a day of joy... and merciless teasing. Ed started to smirk as he climbed up the stairs and entered the study. Today his little brother was marring their childhood friend, Winry Rockbell.

'Rise and shine, Al!' Ed yelled up the stairs towards his brother's room. Ed knew how much Al's head would be aching this morning. He himself had only gotten drunk once and the morning after was enough to keep him away from alcohol for good, judging from the pitiful groan from upstairs, Al wouldn't be drinking quite so much in the foreseeable future either.

With a mischievous grin Ed pounded up the stairs, a feat aided by his auto-mail left leg, and burst into his brother's room.

'Come on sleepy head, time to get up!' Ed threw open the curtains allowing the bright morning light to enter the room. This caused the lump on the bed to groan some more and shove its head under the pillow.

Sitting on the bed, Ed poked his brother with an auto-mail finger, 'You do know what Winry will do to you if you're late to your wedding?'

This caused the lump to sit up suddenly, it's sandy brown hair sticking up in all directions and his blue/brown eyes widened in fear. The sudden movement wasn't the best action, and Al felt the room spin and quickly sunk his head into his hands in a futile effort to dispel the nausea.

'What's wrong with me this morning, brother? I feel terrible,'

'Too much alcohol, brother mine. You have a hangover!' Ed stated in a loud cheery voice.

Al glared at him, knowing full well how much his brother was enjoying his pain. 'Why don't you have one?'

'Because I didn't drink copious amounts of alcohol last night,' Ed replied entirely too smug.

Al replied with a groan. It felt as if miniature Ed's were rampaging in his head and his stomach was a queasy mess of fear and nerves.

'Go have a shower. I'll cook breakfast,' Ed ordered, pulling his little brother, who was taller than him damn it, to his feet.

'You were there last night, brother, why didn't you warn me about this?' Al whined at his smug brother.

'And what? Spoil the surprise?' Ed tossed over his shoulder as he left his brother to get ready. Al smiled, despite his hangover. He hadn't seen his brother this happy in a long, long, time.

It was mid afternoon and the sun was slowly sinking towards the west, the bright blue sky wasn't blemished by a single wisp of cloud. In the green, rolling fields of the rural village stood a large white marquee. Inside, Alphonse and Winry's wedding party was in full swing.

The two military officers who stood on the track watched as the bride and groom were swirled around and wild dances. The sound of laughter and strains of jaunty music drifted up to the two soldiers. They shared a glace. Neither wanted to intrude on the joyous occasion, especially with their news. Without hesitation the soldiers turned away, they'd get into trouble, but neither minded that much, there was plenty of time, let the folks sing and dance today, tomorrow wasn't going to be so happy.

The sun had been up for quite some time when Pinako Rockbell, the "Pantheress of Resembool" answered the loud knocking on her door.

Her pleasant, contented expression instantly hardened when she saw just who was knocking on her door.

'What do you want, I have better things to do then entertain dogs,' her harsh old voice snapped out at the two unfortunate soldiers on her doorstep.

'We're looking for Miss Winry Rockbell,'

'She isn't here,'

The soldiers looked sceptical, 'We need to see Miss Rockbell,'

'I told you she isn't here, now go pester someone else!'

It was at that moment that Ed decided to join the land of the living and stomped down the stairs. 'Can't anyone get any sleep around here,' his usual loud grumble echoing around the house. His sleepy eyes and grumpy expression instantly vanished as he caught sight of the soldiers.

In return the soldier's eyes widened as they recognised a wanted criminal. Their hands instantly flew to their weapons but Ed was faster.

A solid punch with his auto-mail hand knocked one out cold. Before the other could fire his gun a flash of alchemic light briefly flared.

The soldier looked down incomprehensively at the severed gun before he came aware of a prickling sensation at the base of his neck.

Focusing just in front of his face, he could make out a cold steel blade. Letting his gaze drift, the soldier saw the blade had been transmuted from the alchemist's auto-mail arm. The soldier looked into the golden eyes of one of the most notorious Resistance Alchemists. Despite his predicament, the soldier was grateful it was this particular alchemist, with the kind look in his eye, he refused to kill, instead just caused massive amounts of damage to Military property.

'What are you doing here?' you couldn't tell that from his tone of voice however.

The soldier opted for the truth, just in case, 'Conscription policy. All doctors, mechanics, auto-mail engineers, alchemists etc in between the ages of 18 and 50 have now been conscripted into the State Military, on the order of Fuhrer King Bradley.'

Ed nodded his thanks then slammed his other fist into the soldiers face. The soldier crumpled, unconscious.

'Well, this is a mess,' Pinako commented, 'Typical of those war mongering idiots to drag innocent people into their foolish wars. Wasn't the Eastern Rebellion enough?' Pinako's voice carried a life time of distain.

'Do you have a bolt hole?' Ed asked 'Because this place is going to be crawling with dogs as soon as these two wake up,'

'Don't insult me Ed. I've been at this a lot longer then you, pipsqueak,'

'Don't call me pipsqueak!' Ed glared at the amused old lady.

Pinako's expression became serious, 'You do realise that you too would have been conscripted as well,'

'Wouldn't that be a laugh, arriving in Central to enlist, I could blend in with all the wanted posters,' Ed muttered darkly. 'We're going to have to tell Al and Winry,'

Pinako nodded, 'Yes, if the Military find out about their connection to us, being on the front line will be a blessing,'

Ed looked down at the unconscious soldiers. 'I'll hide these two while you get out. Then I'll go tell Al and Winry. Today's going to be unpleasant.'

So, what do you think, please let me know, I'll be trying to update the Resistance and Somthing Fishy at least every two weeks, weekly if get onto a role.

Love,

Evil Chocolate of Doom