Year 1429, 3rd of February, Winter.
A young boy sat outside of the house, listening to the argument inside. His mother, his real mother had died recently, just before they moved to the Kingdom of Xerxes's new colony. His father had remarried, but only a month in, putting it very simply, their relationship was already falling apart. He didn't like his father's new wife. She was mean. He wanted his real mother back...
He didn't like his father anymore. When his father had remarried so soon after his first wife's untimely demise, it was almost like a betrayal.
His father and his new wife always argued. His 'new' mother didn't like him, and wanted him gone. His father didn't agree. But when they argued, they always forgot about him.
The argument went silent inside, before footsteps could be heard approaching the front door at a rapid pace.
He fled.
0o0
The boy sat at the edge of the pond, absent-mindedly dipping his feet into the cool water. It was winter, and yet it wasn't even that cold. Tears were running down his face, and yet he didn't seem to notice.
"I hate this," He sniffled. "Why don't they care? What did I do to make them hate me?"
He continued splashing at the water with his feet.
"I wish... that someone could have cared. Why doesn't anyone love me?" He finally noticed his tears and wiped them away from his golden eyes, standing up.
He never noticed someone creeping up on him.
"Hey! What-!" The boy was shoved, making him stumble, before a strong hand pushed his head under the water, holding it there.
He flailed his arms, kicking and screaming as he tried to bring his head up so he could breathe, but to no avail. His screaming was muffled under the water, and it just caused him to lose air faster.
"I'm going to die," He thought to himself despairingly.
Everything was dimming, it was dark.
How ironic. The place he loved the most was the same place he was going to die.
"It's so cold..." The boy thought to himself, as he fell limp, his strength giving out. "Is this death?"Right before everything went dark, he was sure he saw his killer's face.
It was his father.
And he was crying.
Truth only grinned.
0o0
Year 1429, 3rd of February, Spring.
A pair of golden eyes looked up at the sky, revealing it's brilliance to the world for the first time.
He slowly sat up, feeling confused. What was he doing here? In fact... who was he?
He looked down at himself, noticing the clothes he was wearing.
He was clothed in a white nightgown, and a bright poppy red satin ribbon was tied around his neck in a bow.
His name... what was it?
A name came to his mind. It seemed so fitting, and he wanted it, even if it really wasn't his.
"Is my name... Amestris?" He tested the name on his tongue, and it rolled off perfectly. He liked it, and he was keeping it.
"That's my name." Amestris decided, before he shakily stood to his feet. "My name will be Amestris."
0o0
Year 1429, 31st of March, Spring.
Lady Adelaide, as she was known to the general population of Xerxes, or Lady Xerxes, as she was known to the royal family, longed for a child to call her own.
She had seen human mothers' joy as they carried their little ones. She wanted to know that feeling too. The feeling of holding a life that she created.
Some Nations may call it foolish to partake in such fantasies, but to her, it filled up her human side.
Xerxes had adopted a human child once, but it broke her heart to watch the child age before her eyes and eventually fall to the eternal rest.
She couldn't have a human child. It just caused her too much heartbreak. She wished that there was a Nation child she could call her own.
When her king suggested expanding their country through colonizing, she accepted almost immediately. Perhaps she could gain a child that way? A child she could spoil and dote on?
Xerxes prayed with all her heart that she could find a Nation child who was borne of her colony.
Which led to her arrival at the colony once the people began to settle down. A name had already been picked for this colony, one that she had chosen herself. Amestris. She had always liked that name.
Upon seeing her, the colonists dipped their heads downwards, bending low enough to kiss her shoes as she walked by, her robes sweeping against the dusty ground.
Her two faithful attendants rushed to lift the edges of the embroidered robes to prevent them from getting dirty, but Xerxes paid no mind to them. She had to know if this colony had a child.
As she walked, she distantly could feel something. Something... that seemed to call for her, even if it seemed unintentional.
There was a rustle in the bushes, causing her attendants to tense up, reaching for their weapons.
There was a small squeak of terror, before the bushes stopped rustling, shaking ever so slightly that it required Xerxes to look closely before she noticed it. There was a small flash of gold inside the bushes, and she felt her hopes rise.
She gently moved aside the branches blocking her view, ignoring the protests of her attendants, revealing a tiny child. He had the trademark features of her people, and he wore a white nightie with a red satin ribbon around his neck.
And that feeling he gave off... it was a Nation's aura.
The small child shied away from her, a look of nervousness on his face.
"I'm sorry," He mumbled softly. "I didn't mean for you to hear me. They told me children should be seen and not heard."
Xerxes smiled softly. "That's not true. But why were you hiding there?"
"Not hiding..." He mumbled. "I want to find my mommy. Maybe she'll care about me..."
Xerxes could feel it. This was her child. Her little colony. But why did he think that way? Pushing the thoughts aside for a moment, Xerxes had to make sure...
"What's your name, little one?"
"... Amestris. That's what I think."
He was her child. Her little Amestris.
Xerxes smiled gently, reaching out to ruffle the child Nation's hair. "I'm Xerxes, little Amestris. You don't have to look for your mother anymore. I've been looking for you."
Amestris's eyes brightened up. "Really? You're my mommy?"
Xerxes drew the boy into a hug. "Yes, I am. I'm so happy I finally found you."
Amestris felt something in him piece itself back together. He had a mother now.
Everything was going to be okay now...
Right?
[A/N Woo! I got the fast chapter of this story out! And for those of you who don't know, this is actually the prequel of my story, 'Who is Edward Elric?'. While it is not necessary to read that, some things here are referenced there. Also, I will be putting in a few things here that explains some of Edward's actions. I'm not going to point out what actions I'm referring to, but I'll let you guys figure that out on your own.
Also, some of you might wonder about the beginning of this chapter, you know, when that person was drowned. Well, it's just my head canon that a personification is created from the first person who dies in a newly established civilization, no matter what the cause of death was. And, because it was the father who killed Amestris, or the person who became Amestris, that's pretty much the reason he has father issues when he was Fullmetal.
I'm not going to go further into detail, but if you still have questions, leave them in the reviews because I, for some reason, never see PMs.
Hope you enjoyed this, because I sure did!
~ Gwntan12]