Heyy! This is the Jayfish here, and this is my newest FMA story! It's EnvyxOC, but there are gonna be a lot of other romances in here; namely EdWin, Royai, ScarxOC and AlxOC. If you review, I know you'll want me to continue, so please review! I know it's a long first chapter, see if you can get through it... Okay, bye for now, and please please please review! I just love reviews! They're like food for me!

Aelia Alwyn cocked her head and looked at the pure white of Central Headquarters.

To be frank, it was a lot smaller than she'd expected. And she'd expected worse on the whole way here. It had taken practically every ounce of willpower she'd had in her to board the train that brought her from the outskirts of Amestris to its very center. Even now she was nervous, although she'd been brought up not to show her fear, ever. Fear is only a mindset; she reminded herself, her eldest sister's harsh words echoing in her ears. You have to get over it, or you'll get killed. And I don't mean by your enemies; I'll do it myself if you don't shape up and get a spine.

She figured it would be pretty obvious why she'd left her family.

She clenched her fists hard and took a step forward. She was going to speak to the President if she had to kill everyone in her way to get to him. Of course, this was a strictly diplomatic mission, and killing everyone would kind of convince the President that she was still evil. Not evil, exactly, she thought, thinking of her sisters. Harsh, and deadly, but not exactly evil. I think.

She began walking towards the huge doors, concentrating everything in her to keep her from bolting in the opposite direction. It was very possible that once she entered that building she'd never come out. It was no place of refuge for one of the Alwyn sisters.

The sound of loud, arguing voices alerted her to the fact that she wasn't the only one walking towards Central Command. She turned her head to see a short-looking blonde and a giant man in armor talking animatedly and gesturing. She wasn't really interested, but it was possible that the blonde or the man could help her get deeper into Central Command, from where she could make her own way to the President.

She slowed down to a practical crawl and waited as the duo walked past her, still talking. She sped up then, walking about a half pace behind them. Hopefully people will think I'm with them, she thought. If I get stopped before I even make it in this will all be for nothing.

Aelia blinked as she realized that the voice emanating from the man's helmet was high and clear; probably the voice of a child. That's odd. Wonder why a little kid like that's wearing a suit of armor. She flushed guiltily. For all I know, he could have read a headline like, "THE ALWYN SISTERS STRIKE AGAIN!" and got scared enough to start wearing armor. I sure hope it's not my fault…

The blonde, the boy and Aelia walked up the steps, and Aeila hung her head, counting on her thick brown hair to hide her. It was an unremarkable color; in fact nothing about Aelia really stood out. She'd even ditched her traditional Alwyn sister jumpsuit at the train station in favor of a simple green shirt and long pants. It was a pretty normal outfit, although now that she thought about it, maybe normal was abnormal in the military.

Her heart rate quickened as she realized that she was walking through the doors and into Central Command itself. Nobody questioned her; nobody stopped her. I made it! Thanks, blonde pipsqueak and friend!

She moved to walk around them, and her eyes widened as the blonde boy shot her an annoyed stare. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked. She swallowed, and narrowed her eyes slightly at him.

"I have… business here," she said, looking at him coolly. "Is that a problem?"

The boy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, if you're not a member of the military. What are you doing?"

She frowned. "Don't tell me; you're part of the military?" The boy smirked and nodded.

"You're looking at the Fullmetal Alchemist here," he said. She pursed her lips.

"The Fullmetal Alchemist? The youngest State Alchemist ever?" She sighed, disappointed. "I didn't think you'd be so short…"

"WHO'RE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT HE'S A DISAPPOINTMENT TO EVERYONE WHO EVER BELIEVED IN HIM!" The boy raged, waving his fists and jumping up and down. The boy in the armor grabbed him by the back of the cape, preventing him from lunging at Aelia. She stepped back a few paces, startled.

"I didn't think you'd be so weird, either," she commented, which set off another round of jumping up and down. The armor boy looked at Aelia apologetically.

"Sorry," he said. "Ed hates it when you call him short… I'm Al, by the way."

"Aelia," Aelia said, deliberately avoiding saying her last name out loud. She looked around herself at the white marble of Central Command and turned away from the boys. "Well, it's been nice chatting with you but I really have to go…"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Ed said, darting in front of her. "You still haven't told us what you're doing here!" Aelia moaned and hung her head.

"Can I please just go?" she complained. Ed shook his head, smirking. Curse that little pipsqueak. "Alright," she said, grinding her teeth. "I'm here to see the President."

Ed took one look at her face and burst out laughing. Al sighed and shook his head, speaking over Ed's mirth. "That's pretty much impossible, Miss Aelia. The President will only see people with scheduled appointments, and usually those people are diplomats. Unless you're a diplomat, he's not going to see you… Maybe there's someone else you could try?"

She massaged her temples. "Shut up, Ed," she snapped, and to her surprise he actually did. "What are you in the military? A lieutenant?"

"A major," Ed said, looking at her suspiciously. "Why?"

She breathed in deeply. Good enough. A major can probably arrest someone and listen to their case. "Because," she said, "I'm Aelia Alwyn, and I'm here to give myself up."

Her big reveal was not as big as she had anticipated. Ed gave her a blank stare. "What do you mean?" He asked. "Give yourself up?" She huffed, exasperated, and looked at Al. To her surprise and almost relief, he was backing away from her slowly, as if she were a time bomb just seconds away from exploding.

"A-A- Alwyn?" He stammered, and Ed turned to him.

"Yeah, that's what he said. Why?"

Al gave him a look. "Alwyn," he stressed. Ed shrugged.

"A family of female murderesses," Aelia commented. Another shrug.

"The ones that have been causing so much trouble on the borders of Aerugo!" Al's last comment seemed to spark something in Ed's brain, and his golden eyes widened.

"You're an Alwyn? Seriously? And you're giving yourself up to me?"

Aelia sucked air in noisily through her teeth. "That's pretty much what I just said," she grumbled. "There's no need to be making things harder for me by repeating it, is there?"

Instead of responding, Ed moved closer to her and clapped his hands. She looked down at her feet and sighed, as Ed had encased them in marble. "Seriously? What did that accomplish?"

"Not much," Ed said, "Except for a distraction." She blinked as she felt Al roughly pulling her hands behind her back. She heard a clap, and something metallic clicked around her wrists, at the same time the marble receded. Ed grinned. "Nice work, Al; using part of your armor to make handcuffs."

"I was going to come quietly," she commented, but they ignored her.

"What are we going to do now, Ed?" Al asked him tremulously. The boy sighed.

"If we take her to Colonel Bastard, he'll get all the credit. But there's not much else we can do, so… Why are you looking at me like that, Alwyn?"

"First of all, my name's Aelia," she said, annoyed. "Second of all, don't talk about me like I'm not there. It's rude and I don't like it." The corners of her mouth twitched, the boys didn't seem to be so bad. She was almost glad they'd been the ones who had ended up arresting her as opposed to a bunch of large scary men with guns. "I want you to take me to the Colonel." He probably has more power than Ed.

"You're in no position to be making demands," Ed said. She smirked.

"You forget," she said calmly. "I'm an Alwyn. We're not very nice when we don't get what we want." Her dark blue, almost violet eyes sparked dangerously.

Ed gave an annoyed sigh. "Alright," he growled, snatching her forearm and walking. "I'll take you to see Colonel Bastard. I don't know what you want with him, but it better be good."

Aelia smiled. "Trust me," she said. "It's really good."

The Fullmetal Alchemist opened the door to what Aelia assumed was the Colonel's office with an annoyed grunt. Aelia was mildly amused; Ed was funny when he was upset. Al followed behind them, looking guilty about the whole proceedings.

The expressions on the faces of the occupants of the office would have been comical if the situation hadn't been so serious. There was a raven-haired man behind a desk who was probably the Colonel frowning at them, and a blonde woman holding a stack of papers and giving them a dark stare. There was a blonde man and a somewhat chubby guy staring at them with their jaws hanging open, joined by a grey-haired dude and a small guy with jet black hair. None of them seemed particularly imposing but the woman and the Colonel, and even they seemed like they could be friendly if they wanted to be.

The Colonel cleared his throat. "Well, this is new, even for you, Fullmetal," he said dryly. "Do you have an explanation, or are you just going to stand in the doorway like an awkward shrimp?"

"I AM NOT A SHRIMP!" Ed shrieked, tugging on his blonde antenna. "DAMN IT, COLONEL BASTARD!"

The Colonel cocked his head. "Colonel Bastard?" He asked. "I think I'm going to report you for that." Ed gritted his teeth.

"Colonel," the blonde woman snapped. "Now is not the time." She turned her gaze towards Ed, Aelia and Al, and Aelia felt herself shrinking under the woman's stare. "I think we'd all like an explanation, Edward," she said tightly.

"This," Ed said, pushing Aelia in front of him, "is Aelia. Aelia Alwyn."

The reaction was pretty much exactly what Aelia had expected it would be. Pretty much everyone in the room flinched away from her before peering at her curiously. "Aelia Alwyn," the grey-haired man said. "One of the four Alwyn sisters. Sixteen years old, and the second oldest of the group. Is a master of the division of alchemy known as Wave Alchemy."

"Thank you, Fallman," the woman said, not taking her eyes away from Aelia. She took a step forehead, and Aelia blanched as she removed a gun from its holster and aimed it at Aelia's head. "Answer me truthfully. Are you really Aelia Alwyn?"

"Yes, I'm really Aelia Alwyn," Aelia said, exasperated. "Why would I be an imposter? I mean, no one would pretend to be one of the Alwyn sisters."

"What do you want?" The Colonel asked lazily, not even bothering to get up from behind his desk. "You must want something, because there's no way an Alwyn sister would let herself get captured by Fullmetal."

"Hey!"

Aelia looked at him seriously. "I have to talk to the President," she said. "I have to tell him something." The Colonel shook his head and rose to his feet.

"No," he said, crossing around the desk and standing in front of her. "You'll have to talk to me, instead. There's no way we're allowing you to see the President."

Aelia bit her lip, avoiding the man's onyx eyes. "You're only a Colonel, right?" She asked.

He nodded. "I'm the Flame Alchemist, Colonel Roy Mustang," he said importantly. She shrugged.

"I suppose you'll do," she said. "But I want to see the President, and sooner or later I'm going to get what I want."

"We'll see about that," Mustang said quietly. "I'll be taking Aelia to one of the interrogation rooms, Fullmetal. I'm going to have a little chat with her and Hughes."

"Hughes?" Aelia asked, suspicious.

"He's been following your case for a while," Mustang replied. He narrowed his eyes at her. "Your record is despicable, by the way. What's so bad about military agents that you have to slaughter any of them that cross your path?"

She swallowed. "That's what I'm here to correct," she said, avoiding the question completely. "And I'm not giving away anything else."

"Then follow me," Mustang said, sweeping out of the room before glancing back at Ed. "I'm still going to expect your report about Lior when I get back, Fullmetal," he said, and left the room with a still-cuffed Aelia hurrying after him.

"So you came here to tell us something?" Hughes asked, slamming down a manila folder probably filled with tons of incriminating evidence between himself and Aelia.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "The bare bulb hanging from a string is just crude," she said. "And the steel walls add a whole element of wow we are trying way too hard."

Hughes pressed his lips together, but Aelia could see Mustang smirking on the other side of the desk. "Answer the question," Hughes said, and Aelia sighed.

"Yeah, I came to tell you guys something," she said. "A lot of things, actually." She took a breath and closed her eyes, picturing the dust of the border of Aerugo for a moment, and the faces of her three sisters. Each one held the same look of firm disapproval. She bit her lip. "I came to tell you… I'm going to sell them out. My sisters, I mean."

Hughes' face was the picture of shock. "Seriously? You are? Why?"

"Why do you think?" She asked, leaning back in the hard wooden chair and wincing as her cuffed arms pressed against the backing. "I think that what they're doing is wrong, and I'm going to correct it."

Hughes whistled appreciatively and leaned back as well. "Well, that's something," he said. "I never thought the Alwyn sisters would ever go away. You know how hard the military's been working to capture you?"

"Yeah," Aelia said. "Sometimes we even let your agents get within a couple of miles of us, just to keep things interesting."

Hughes whistled again. "We never had a chance of getting any of you, did we?" He asked. "But now… What kind of information are we talking about, exactly?"

"Hideouts, the type of alchemy we use and how it works, and other tidbits of information the military might find useful," Aelia said calmly. "But I'm going to want some things in return."

"Of course you do," Hughes sighed. "And you think this room is stereotypical; this whole interrogation is going exactly like it does in books." He chuckled.

"Just get on with it," Mustang complained. "What are your prices?" He asked, giving Aelia a harsh stare. "And we're not promising anything."

"I want complete amnesty for all past crimes," Aelia said. "And I want the lives of my sisters. Imprison them if you have to, but don't kill them. Please."

"Those aren't bad prices, actually," Hughes said, sounding surprised. "I figured you'd want as much money as you could extort out of us."

Aelia snorted. "Not interested," she said. "I just want my freedom. That's really not a lot to ask."

Mustang laced his fingers together and leaned forward in his chair, a classic thinking pose. "The thing is, the only person who'd be authorized to make this kind of deal is… the President."

Aelia rolled her eyes. "Then let me see him, for the love of God! I can't even do anything to him; my hands are cuffed!" She jangled the metal for emphasis.

Hughes turned to Mustang. "You know, she's right, Roy," he exclaimed. "Besides, our President's just as skilled as her when it comes to sword fighting. I doubt her alchemy could hold him for long."

"Fine," Mustang snapped, getting to his feet. "I'll go make the phone call."

Pride could not be having a worse day.

Envy, the little worm, had been in his office all day, playing with his papers and throwing things. He'd given the green-haired homunculus a lecture on respecting other people's property, but all Envy had done after that was sit on the edge of Pride's desk and whine about how boring his life was.

Why on Earth did Dante think I would be a good babysitter for this idiot? Pride complained mentally. I never thought I'd ever admit this, but I actually wish I wasn't a homunculus right now, if that would get Envy out of my hair.

He looked up at the knock on his door and waved a hand at Envy. The homunculus immediately shrank down and looked as though he'd vanished, although Pride assumed he'd transformed into a fly or something. The Ultimate Eye cleared his throat. "Yes?" He called, and the door opened to reveal one of his personal aides.

"Sir!" The aide said, snapping to attention. "Colonel Mustang is on Line One, sir!" Pride nodded, interested despite himself.

"Thank you," he said, and the aide closed the door. The homunculus reached out and took the phone just before a transformed Envy grabbed it. Giving his sibling an annoyed glare, Pride focused his attention on the telephone pressed against his ear.

"Fuhrer Bradley, sir," Mustang's voice crackled over the speaker.

"Roy Mustang," Pride replied. "And to what do I owe the honor of this phone call?" He laughed heartily; it was so easy to fool humans into believing that he was a human who enjoyed a good joke now and then.

Mustang laughed too, but it was clear that his heart just wasn't in it. "We have a situation, sir," he said immediately. "One of the Alwyn sisters came to Central Command today. She wants to talk to you; she says she'll give you information about her sisters and how to capture them, but she wants immunity for past crimes, and she doesn't want her sisters dead."

Pride felt a spark of interest welling up inside him. One of the Alwyn sisters, huh? We've been considering the four of them for quite some time. This situation could work to our advantage.

"Alright," he said calmly. "Send her in."

"Right away, sir," Mustang said, and the line went dead.

Pride replaced the phone in its cradle, a satisfied smile gracing his lips. Perhaps today won't be so bad after all.

"What was that about?" Envy asked curiously, sitting cross-legged on the desk and idly playing with the phone. Pride snatched it and put it back in the receiver, glaring at Envy.

"One of the Alwyn sisters came to Central today, looking for a deal," he said. Envy cocked his head.

"One of the Alwyn sisters?" He asked, rubbing his green hair. "Well, that's interesting, I suppose." He frowned. "Is this going to screw up the plan?" He asked.

Pride shook his head calmly. "Quite the contrary, actually," he said. "Do you know anything about the Alwyn sister, Envy?"

The homunculus shrugged. "I know Dante wants them," he said. "I don't know why, though."

"Let me give you a brief history," Pride replied, fixing Envy with a serious, presidential stare. "The Alwyn sisters are pretty much legendary in both Amestris and Aerugo, as they are situated on the border between our two countries. They attack and steal from anyone who tries to get past the border, and they kill any Amestrian military personnel they can get their hands on. I don't know what they have against the military; I believe something happened to the oldest sister, Rhea, which turned her against the military forever, and now she lives only to kill every last soldier in our armies." He sighed. "The Alwyn sisters are all from the same parents, who are periodically forced to copulate whenever a new sister is needed by Rhea."

Envy blinked, a grin creeping up his face. "Wait- you mean she forces her own parents to fuck each other?" He burst out laughing. "That's hysterical!"

"Shut up, Envy," Pride said warningly, and the Sin shut his mouth, glaring at his brother. "Anyway," Pride continued, "Rhea is a force to be reckoned with, as is the rest of her family. Mustang didn't mention which sister this is, but I doubt its Rhea. She would never betray her family like that."

"So, what does any of this have to do with Dante?" Envy asked.

"The Alwyn sisters are each special in their own way. Dante wants the second youngest, Eris Alwyn, to create the Philosopher's Stone; she's the only sister who doesn't have a specific brand of alchemy, and because of this Dante feels she'd be the best at making the Stone. The youngest should probably be saved to be Dante's new body in a couple of years, and I'm sure we'll find uses for the older two eventually. And now that we have this one, this betrayer… It's fairly obvious what has to be done here."

"What?"

"Simple, Envy," Pride said. "Dante's wanted the Alwyn sisters for years, but it's fairly impossible to get them when they're all together. But now, they've split, and we can use that to our advantage," Pride said. "I want you to follow her."

"What?"

"You heard me," Pride said. "She'll tell us where her sisters are, and after that, who knows? There are a lot we don't know about the Alwyn sisters. If you follow this girl around, you might learn something that could be useful to Dante in the future. And you're not the only one; I'm assigning Lust, Gluttony and Sloth to mark the other three sisters."

"Who died and made you leader?" Envy hissed. "I'm not following some stupid human brat! I have better things to do!"

"Like what?" Pride asked. "Sit on my desk and play with important military documents?"

Envy glowered at his brother and growled under his breath, turning away. "Fine," he snapped. "I'll do your little chore. But I'm not following her forever; I have a life too."

"Of course, Envy," Pride said delicately. "Dante or I will give you a sign when it's time to come back. Something that even you couldn't misinterpret."

Envy ignored his brother, tracing the Ouroboros on his leg. Fine, Pride thought. I don't care if he sulks; it's not going to change anything.

He looked up at the knock on the door. "Come in," he called, and Envy shrank into a fly again, glaring at Pride the whole time. What a baby. The door swung open to reveal Colonel Mustang and a tall girl with dark brown hair and the strange violet eyes that Pride knew was one of the trademark features of the Alwyn sisters.

"You are dismissed, Colonel Mustang," he said, and the man nodded before turning and striding away, leaving the girl alone in the doorway.

Pride did not rise. "Come in," he said. "And shut the door behind you, please."

The girl did as he told her, shutting the door with her foot. Pride realized with mild amusement that her hands had been cuffed behind her back. As if she could ever even hope to defeat me.

"Fuhrer President King Bradley," the girl said. "I'm glad to finally meet you."

"As am I, Miss…?"

"Aelia," the girl said. "Aelia Alwyn, although I'm sure someone told you my identity already."

"Ah, but formalities are everything, Aelia," Pride said smoothly, rising and crossing around his desk. "I would shake your hand, but it appears as though you are unable to do that at the moment."

"It's unfortunate," Aelia said, giving him a half smirk. "It would have been nice to tell everyone that I shook the President's hand."

"It is unfortunate," Pride agreed, "as I would have liked to tell everyone that I had shaken the hand of one of the infamous Alwyn sisters." She snorted, and he gave her a dark half-smile. "You want something, am I correct?"

"Yes," she said. "Amnesty for my past crimes, and the lives of my sisters," she said. "That's all. I'll give you information in exchange."

"Done," Pride said immediately. "Have a seat." He indicated the chair in front of his desk, and she took it gingerly, leaning forward to avoid crushing her hands. Pride laced his fingers and looked her in the eye. "Tell me," he said. "Tell me everything."

It turned out that Aelia had quite a lot to tell him. She named every one of the hideouts the sisters used, and explained each of their specific styles of alchemy. Her own was really fascinating to Pride; she called it Wave Alchemy, and apparently it was a technique in which she controlled the very atoms inside water to move it as she willed. She didn't even need a body of water to use it, although controlling large quantities of water were best. However, Aelia had a small flask of water with her at all times, and she could increase its quantities by freezing it over, as water expands when frozen. The ice could be shaped into anything Aelia wanted. It was a very interesting alchemy, and reminded Pride of Sloth.

It took them nearly two hours to get finished, and by then it was clear that Aelia was exhausted. Pride looked at her with interest; she was the second Alwyn sister; in truth he'd expected the third or fourth to be the betrayer, not her. Apparently she had a heart, which was strange, as she'd probably grown up without one. Humans, Pride thought. They're so pathetic.

"So," Pride said. "I'm willing to give you exactly what you asked for, Aelia, but you have to understand that most citizens of Amestris aren't going to be comfortable with an Alwyn sister running around, free as a bird," he said. "So, as the Fuhrer President, I have an order to give you."

She scowled at him. "Don't tell me you're going back on our deal," she whispered darkly.

"Oh no," Pride said immediately. "But how do I know you've even given me the right information? No, I need you to stay with someone trustworthy while we process your information. It shouldn't be for too long; perhaps a little more than a month. And then you can go on your way and forget you ever knew him."

"Him?" She asked. "Who?"

"The Fullmetal Alchemist, of course," Pride said. This is perfect; he's the other alchemist we were considering. Now Envy can tail both of them with little effort. "I'll be telling him all about the arrangements," Pride assured the human girl. "You just go back to Mustang's office; I'll call before you get there and let them know."

"Thank you, Fuhrer Bradley," the girl said, rising to her feet and bowing her head. "Thank you so much."

Pride just smiled, and the girl hurried out of the room.

Envy had transformed back before the door closed behind him. "No!" He shouted, slamming his fist on the table. "There's no way in hell I'm traveling with the Fullmetal pipsqueak! No way, Pride! Find somebody else to do your dirty work!"

Pride pulled out a sword and stabbed it through Envy's chest before the homunculus had even finished ranting. Envy stared at the sword impaling him for a moment before pulling away and snarling at Pride, already beginning to transform. "Save it, Envy," Pride ordered. "She's getting away."

Envy stared at him for a moment, violet eyes quite similar to Aelia's bright with fury. "Fuck you, Pride," he whispered, and leapt from the desk, transforming as he did into a hawk. He shot out the crack in between the doors and was gone.

Pride smiled and relaxed, leaning back in his chair. His day had gone from bad to good in a few short hours. He closed his eyes and his moustache quivered, and one of the most dangerous homunculi in existence began daydreaming about a nice hot cup of tea.