Alright, since this is my first "chapter-fanfic", please keep the flaming to a minimum. If it is constructive criticism, or suggestions for later chapters, I will accept those with gusto. Yep, I said "gusto".

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Anyways…

Random Person 1: Hey!

Yes?

Random Person 2: Get on with the story!

Alright, alright, jussa sec. Where is he… (shouts) HEY SHORTY!

Ed: I'M NOT SHORT! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU PEOPLE THAT?

Not enough. Now do what I called you here for.

Ed: Fine. Everyone, the author would be most grateful if you…

Say it…

Ed: REVIEW!

And I do not own FMA! (sad face)

Narrator: A train arrives in the Amestris station. All the people depart, including one boy, aged 16. With wide eyes, he wanders around until he runs into a dude. He looks up to se who he ran into. The guy was ripped. And bald. But that wasn't the most noticeable feature, oh no. Not even his silver mustache, kept perfectly. He seemed to have gitter coming out of who-knows-where. (Narrator end)

"Hello, there. Do you know that you are in a military zone? If you are not here on official business, please leave," said Mr. Glitter.

"Y-y-yes. I'm here for the um… um… um… oh yeah! The Alchemist Test, I think it was called?" the boy stuttered.

"Well, let me take you there. I was on my way there, anyways," said Mr. Glitter, ripping his shirt off. The kid was hit with a tsunami of glitter. Or was it sparkles? He wasn't sure.

As the kid rounded the corner, he saw Mr. Glitter chatting with none other than the Fürher! And, somehow, he got his shirt back on.

"So, General Armstrong, how goes everything?" asked the Fürher.

"Not so bad. I have an Alchemist hopeful with me; literally ran into each other," said Armstrong (a.k.a.: Mr. Glitter!)

"Really? Let me see him," said the Fürher.

"Ummmm… Not to be rude or anything, Fürher Mustang, but you can't see, since the forced human transmutation. Equivalent exchange and all," said the kid.

"… How do you know this?" asked Mustang, a stern look on his face.

Well, that's the first chapter! I hope you liked it! I know this is short, but I will try to do better. BTW, I don't own the story.

Kid: HEY!

What?

Kid: I don't have a name! What's up with that?

Shush. Your name is coming up in the next chapter.

Kid: Still, HE (points to Mustang) gets his name revealed, and so does HIM (points to Armstrong), and he even gets a temporary name! I only get called "kid"!

Shut up. Or do you want me to call you kid the entire story, hmmm?

Kid: …

Armstrong: Mr. Glitter?...

Mustang: REVIEW!