I've been writting this thing for three frakin' weeks! Can you imagine? It's fifteen pages. FMA AU. It's during the French Revolution ... Selim is normal and not evil! Cuz I love that boy... :) Winry And Ed are around twenty twenty one, Selim is supposed to be fifteen along with another character that will appear later on... Kukuku! Cliffy...

P.S. The story is supposed to be like, imagine in a play... or somthing along those lines. It is divided into parts and those parts are divided with qoutes. Bla, bla, bla. I hope you guys understand the format of the story 'cuz... honestly... I re-read this with my friends and even I think it's a bit wierd. But, hey! I think it came out pretty well. (-0.0-)

Anyways, to the DISCLAIMER!

I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, If I did, Hohenhiem (sp?) would be most likely alive and not dead. Rest in Peace Hohenhiem, I woves you! T-T!

Part I

"This day's black fate on more days doth depend:
This but begins the woe others must end."
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 3.1

The rustling noises of the friction created by the dress and the brushes made the young girl groan and hide. Her long, golden locks fell on her blue eyes in the dark of the night. She crouched and hid from her searchers and she could only think why she was in this situation. Such an insult to her… 'How dare they treat me as such!' She had thought as she ran to where she knelt now. She reached down with her right hand and grasped the end of her dress - which reached her knees – and pulled it up a bit, ripping a piece of it. Once ripped, she wrapped it around the blood gushing cut on her leg and winced at the sudden contact. She bit her lip, smothering a moan when she heard the sound of the horses' shoe approach. She got down completely and the men – bounty hunters – talked to one another.

'Thump…Thump…' She held her breath and felt a salty drop of sweat caress her cheek and then her chin, and finally it had fallen to soil. And she thought if they had heard it for she closed her eyes in panic. 'Thump… Thump!' she heard her heart race as she heard the sound of the horses become distant. She let out a relieved sigh and stood up slowly in case they heard her. She rested her hands on her knees for support and stood up straight. She dusted herself off from the dust and walked back one step. Then two. Three. And then she hit something and she knew it wasn't a tree. She was near a clearing, and she hid in between bushes- not trees. She held her breath and turned her face around to find a man with a serious expression.

"Your majesty…" The man whispered near her ear and she, in response, shuddered to the feel of his hot breath on the crook of her neck. She turned around completely and stood in front of the man. She sighed and smiled. Then, she burst out in a joyous laughter, and tears prickled her eyes. "You shouldn't be laughing…" He continued, "Are you sick? Did they do something to you? Shouldn't you be crying or…" But he was cut off by her nodding no.

"I was scared that… I was going to die. I lost you for a minute and thus I realized how scary a situation without a guardian is. That's all. I am not sick if you are concerned of my health as you say you are…" She gave him a genuine smile and hugged him tightly. The man stood there perplexed and hugged her back in an apologetic manner.

"Your father has been scared to death when the gossip of his daughter being kidnapped during a foreign affair reached him… He sent me right away… Have I taken so long?" She tugged his shoulders and looked at him.

"You're just in time…"

The men and women watched impatiently as her majesty walked by to take her seat in the crowed of nobles. The men who captured her were found not too far away from their kingdom. She had thought what would happen if they let the men free. They didn't kill her or hurt her. That cut… She put it upon herself to create such a wound. Yet her father begged to differ. He had told her that he did not want to hear excuses coming out of her mouth. So she bit her lip as if promising herself that she wouldn't talk about the subject anymore. Not around her dearest father at least.

Her dress dragged at the end. Her diamond incrusted necklace poked at her neck. The thought of watching men being killed was what bothered her. But she kept a straight face. And she walked with her eyes closed, signaling to the judge that they may continue. She put her hands behind her, and pushed the dress in front of her, so she had space to sit down. She opened her fan and waved air at herself. One of the King's servants bought the fan for her from China.

"The best for my daughter." He had told her one day when she asked why it was from such a faraway place. She had smiled and hugged her father and then ran to her room to play with it some more. But now she understood why she had such expensive clothing and accessories. She was bound to be queen of their country and she couldn't contradict her father's ruling. She was bound.

The clanking of chains interrupted her train of thoughts. Four men, one by one, came into view. One of them gave the young princess a death glare. And the man stared at her intently as he walked up the stairs to where the guillotine was. "For…Capturing her Majesty, Winry Rockbell, daughter of Urey Rockbelland and Sara Rockbell, who may rest in peace…King and queen of France." The judge cleared his voice, hushing the women from gossiping. "They shall be decapitated and also for acts of rebellion towards the government…," He fixed his glases and narrowed his eyes, "Please, sire..."

"Maes Hughes." The man, who was the priest, said in a loud voice for the judge to hear. Hughes had also walked up the stairs.

"Ah… Maes Hughes." The judge said in amusement.

Then, the priest began his prayers, asking God for forgiveness. He doesn't need to witness such a gruesome act. Or does He watch down on Earth to see men being decapitated? Does He? The princess looked down at her gloved hands once the priest finished. She could hear the clanking of the chains as well as her heart beat in her chest. 'One man…' She thought, whispering prayers of forgiveness as well. There was silence until she heard the doctor order to cut the rope. All the men and women gasped at the blood that splashed all around, and the young princess had flinched when she heard the splashing noise of the blood. She prayed –Oh, how she prayed – and she thought that she cried or maybe whimpered by the third man's death. Was it that God or the Devil were amused making her suffer like this? No, she told herself, I made myself suffer like this.

She walked down the stairs in the castle. Servants flinched when she greeted them and she sighed each time. She gave up in trying a civilized conversation with one of them. To be able to tell someone of how… horrible it was to watch those men being killed. How she almost threw up in an alley in town before entering the castle. How much she missed her mother all of a sudden…

She dozed off into deep thought until she reached the dinner hall. Her father shooed away servants who brought the wrong decorations for the table, the wrong silverware and flowers. Her father only liked the most expensive type of wine; not the cheap ones. Especially during charity events with nobles. Like this night. She hated the idea of a party after the court case. After the kidnapping. During a Revolution. But the King insisted, seeing how the money shortage for the country was low. They had a debt to pay with other countries; he was desperate enough to make her daughter go through all this.

She walked to her room to prepare herself for the evening. It took her fifteen minutes to walk the hall that led to her bedroom door which was made out of oak. It creaked a bit and she entered, walking to a bed stand and turning on a lantern with one of the candles in the hall. She took her clothes off and stayed in her under garments. Reaching out for a comb in the bath room, she dropped a lock shaped as a heart. She grabbed the lock instead and clutched it near her heart. She brought it to her lip and gave it a chaste kiss when someone knocked on her door.

"I'll be there in a minute!" She called out to whoever was in the other side.

'Your Majesty?' Her guardian spoke up loud enough for her to hear.

"Yes Edward? What is it that my father wants now?" She inquired in a loud voice as well. She grabbed one of her best dresses and fumbled with the zipper.

'Your father urged me to tell you that I shall be your escort for the evening. Is it to your liking? I think he thought that you have no man that has asked for your hand in marriage that-'

"So he thought he could just pick you instead?" She snapped back at him when she opened the door to reveal her frustrated expression. She wore a dress that came from… She couldn't remember. She had her hair tied up in the back but kept her bangs fall on the side of her face, framing it like delicate fingers. She wore a perfume that Eduardcould not decipher its smell. She had also applied make up in an instance and wore a necklace that has been passed down over generations in her family.

"Let's walk then Edward. You're not coming?" She told him facing back as she stopped some feet away from him. "Come along. Let us speak."

"Your Majesty. Aren't you… against his decisions?"

"Why…of course! I loathe my father!" She looked at him and realized that he was well dressed and she thought he was using one of her father's old clothing for he looked dashing. She also realized his look of disappointment and annoyance."I'm sorry I'm acting as an adult all of a sudden." He sighed. "Didn't I tell you not to call me 'Your Majesty'?" She told him as they walked the few steps of the stair well.

"Your… Winry." He whispered, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her closer to him to greet the guests.

"We're friends, got it?" She told him and they walked into the dining room.

"Oh! Remember that day Urey?" One of the king's friends told him as they all laughed."How she fought in that battle made you look like the girl in your relationship!" The king chuckled at this, remembering the days he spent with his wife. "…And Winry, you've grown quite a lot!"

"We can't stay the same forever, can we?" She replied, swallowing her drink.

"Of course we can't dear. Not forever at least." One of her mother's friends, Rosé, whispered. "You know dear…" Winry rose her head to look at the woman, "…That boy over there…What's his name? Ah yes, Edward." She said proud of herself for remembering his name. "He's had his eye on you this whole time." Winry blushed at her comment."Does your father know of such a relationship? Because, I know your mother wouldn't mind, but your father… Oh! What a terrible man he is with relationships!"

And Rosé kept on talking and Winry thought if her guardian had any feelings for her. But she knew it couldn't be, because she could never be free. At least not when she lives under her father's roof.

"O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love
And I'll no longer be a Capulet."
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 2.2

"Ugh!" Winry groaned once the men and women left. Her father had walked to his room leaving his daughter intoxicated with excess of Champaign in her system. She grabbed her heels in her left hand and another glass of Champaign in the other. With her left arm, she pulled Edward closer to her. She sighed, "Edward! How lively is everything all of a sudden!" He chuckled at her comment. He was intoxicated himself.

"Your Majesty…I think it best if I escort you to your bedroom, shall we?" He asked her. Edward led her up the stairs to the hall. She looked up at him and gave him a wicked grin. "Are you fine?" He questioned once he realized she was looking at him with a smug grin on her face.

"We should talk. In my room. Just…relax." She commanded, opening the door for the both of them to enter. She threw her heels, drank the Champaign and took off the necklace. She waved at him to help her loosen her dress a bit. He blushed the whole time he helped her. Winry threw herself on the bed and sighed contently to the feeling of softness underneath her. "Edward…"She told him, "…come. Next to me…here." She yawned, patting the spot next to her.

Edward lay down next to her as she ordered and closed his eyes, sighing as well. "The shoes Edward." She reminded him, snuggling into her pillow. He shook his shoes off, resting his tired feet on the bed.

"What is it that you wanted to talk about…Your Majesty?" She glared at him for his comment. "Forgive me Higness. I cannot call you by your first name… I'm not yet accustomed." He explained, blinking some times. They lay there in silence, as the quietness engulfed them, making the moment awkward.

"I… Don't like it." She broke their silence.

"What?"

"This castle. My father." She raised her head to look at him. "When I was in the court case… it felt terrible. Those…innocent men being killed! They didn't do anything to me and you know it as well as I do."

"Are you hinting something?" She glared at her, leaning on his right shoulder.

"I don't want to carry my name anymore." He lifted his eyebrow, "If being a queen means that innocent people will be killed then I-"

"They kidnapped you!" He growled.

"And it was my fault! Not theirs!" She snapped back at him and stood up on the bed. "Maybe… Maybe I could escape. Change my name." She rested her hand on his. With pleading eyes, she looked at him. Those eyes pierced right through his soul and it hurt to see her like this. "Will you help me?" She begged in a hushed tone. Winry knew though, that it was the alcohol making her say this but… A part of her conscience longed for this. Was it the alcohol or her longing for freedom?

"Forgive me Higness…" He rose from the bed and walked out of the room, leaving her in her room. Edward stopped in front of her door after it closed shut behind him and he rested his head on the wood. 'Edward!' He could hear her shout in despair; her voice cracking along with her heart. "Forgive me." He whispered one last time and left. Winry cried herself to sleep that night.

In the morning a maid woke her up in a rushed way. She snapped her eyes open and looked at the maid with a dumbfounded look. She mumbled a 'what?' and the maid shook her roughly this time.

"Your Majesty! I beg for you to wake up!" She shouted. Winry woke up after hearing the worried sound in the maid's voice. "They're here. You must leave. There is no time to wait!"

Winry took a time to process what she heard. 'Who's here? Is it my father? Why must I leave all of a sudden?' She questioned herself. Then she heard the one word to understand what was happening. Rebels. That is what she heard. 'Rebels, rebels, rebels…' She repeated the word countless of times.

She got up in an instance and asked, "My father? Where is he?" The maid looked down at her feet and bit her lip. "Help me…" She whispered. "Do you know the secret ways around the castle?" The maid nodded yes. "Let me change as fast as I can. We'll leave in five minutes. Understood?" Her response was another nod.

They walked down peddle stone made sewers. The lantern's fire flickered in the darkness as the princess and her follower found the exit. "Do you know about Edward?" She spoke up grabbing the young girl's attention.

"No Your Highness." She spoke up as well. "I haven't heard of him since yesterday. Did anything happen?"

"No. Nothing has happened." She told her. She knew they were close to the city ground right after the next turn. Right, then left, and exit.

The Sun shined bright in the sky making Winry and her companion close their eyes to adjust to the sudden change of light. Once the princess opened her eyes she took in a deep breath. 'A new beginning maybe? This is my ticket out of such a miserable life…' But there was another problem bothering her. It was that she knew about the rebels and what they've been doing to dukes and noble families. She shuddered, wondering to herself if they captured her father.

"Good Night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow."
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 2.2

Winry's crystal eyes watched the fiery sun set beyond the city skyline. The dazzling show of pink and orange played across the cobblestone road where she stood. She wore her simple cotton dress and her long golden hair was tied up with a clip -her mother had given her - before escaping the castle. She left her maid, whose name is Nina, sleeping peacefully in a shelter not too far away from the city.

She continued down the street, her leather boots echoing upon the stones beneath her. A little further down the road, she stopped. The building in front of her was a tavern, squished between a storehouse and some person's home. It was built of wood and albedo and candles flickered inside; you could see them through the glass windows. A worn wooden sign swung in the gentle breeze. She had come with Edward to this tavern once, 'The Dragon's Nest'.

Winry approached the place and knocked loudly on the oak door. It was still not open, but she knew it would open later. Presently, a young boy around fifteen opened the door. His brown hair framed his slightly freckled face and made him resemble a younger child. She raised her eyebrow and eyed the kid with disbelief. He opened the door, stretching his arm for her to enter. She sauntered in, legs shaking a bit, and forced herself inside.

"Your Majesty…" The boy said. He ordered a drink from the bar tender who served it in seconds before she could muster a single protest.

"Oh, I haven't seen you in ages. You shocked me…" She replied gingerly and hugged the young boy – who was only five years younger – in her warm embrace. "Are you okay? Your mother?"

"She's been fine Winry." He sighed, blowing a strand of hair at of his eyesight. She giggled at his childish ways. "Don't laugh…"He pouted, a blush crept up his cheeks. She stopped laughing and coughed a bit, sitting down on the chair once more. "Why have you come? If they knew you were here then-"

"Silly boy." She teased, "You never cease to amaze me Selim. Have you seen him?"

He knew who she spoke about. It was clearly written all over his face, 'I don't know.' He slumped into the chair next to hers and sighed as well. "Forgive me. He has only sent a letter and no more." She looked at him and smiled. "You have an idea don't you princess?"

"Why…Selim. Is your brother around?" She asked curiously and he gave her a confused look.

"Brother, open this God damned door!" Selim pounded roughly on it. "Brother!"

"Kain!" Winry yelled along with Selim.

The door opened. A young man around his twenties came out wearing glasses that were tilted to the side, his hair stood up like spikes, and his expression went from annoyed to relax. He cleaned his oiled hand on his overall and grabbed Winry's. "Your Majesty." He kissed her hand. Selim made an expression of him vomiting and Winry arched her eyebrow. "And you boy…" Selim pointed at himself. "Yes, you! How many times have I told you not interrupt my studies!" He grounded the young boy who flushed deeply.

"Brother! How many times have I told you not explode anything!" He yelled back, entering the laboratory filled with glass containers with liquids of different colors in them.

Winry eyed the room that had skeletons hanging on the walls. There were containers that stood on shelves with specimens of dead animal in them. In the far left was Kain's desk with a paper on it. She walked to it as the brothers continued bickering. She grabbed it and gave it a glance. 'A letter? Could it be…?'

"Kain." She spoke up and they stopped fighting.

"Yes Winry?" He asked her. Selim seemed to be uncomfortable next to his brother.

"Is this letter from Edward by any chance?"

"Well yes it is. Don't you know that-" Selim put his hand on his mouth, muffling his words.

"That he went on a mission Your Majesty!" Selim said instead.

"Really on a mission?" she gazed at the paper on her hand again and sighed. "Do you know his location? Or where he could have gone?"

"Well not really…" Kain told her with disappointment. "But there is a bright side."

"What?" Both Selim and Winry asked.

"I think there is a code in the letter. You see, he writes…" He walked over to Wiinry and grabbed the letter in his hand, "…Mission, Mision." He pointed out. "Then, he wrote whereabouts, wereabouts. I don't know what to say but… That's a code."

Winry sighed. "I can't help you then. I'm no good with anything that has to do with codes…" She looked up at them. "Have you seen my father or heard about him?"

"Forgive us Highness…" They knelt down on the floor. "We heard he was captured by the rebels."Selim talked in a quiet tone.

Winry gasped, "You're joking aren't you? It can't be…It can't…" She felt herself weak on the knees and fell on the ground. She felt tears prickle her eyes and closed them, gasping for air. "I can't….become a queen…I didn't want this…" She whispered, a tear caressing her cheek.

"It will be fine Winry…" Selim hugged the young princess, "We'll help you find him…" Her hands snaked behind his neck and hugged him back. She could only breathe in and out.

Winry woke up in a dark room with only one candle lit. The bed beneath her was messy, with the covers tangled near her feet. Her head was spinning when she sat up. She grabbed her head and flinched at the feeling. The door was slightly open and a man sat on a chair outside of her room. She stood up gently, not wanting to fall. Her knees trembled, and she grabbed on to the nightstand. She walked; left then right, right then left. When she found herself close to the wooden door, she grabbed the side of it and pulled it back to see who was on the chair. It was Selim, sleeping peacefully with his head tilted to the right and his lips parted. She could hear his erratic breathing. She rested her hand on his forehead and pulled his hair back . Leaning in to plant a kiss, she heard him whimper in his sleep. She walked out of the room and heard Selim mumble incoherent words, and then she heard him say 'Edward'. She stopped in her tracks and leaned into the wall, letting tears fall freely.

Winry awoke in the same room from earlier but this time her eyes were stained from crying. She stood up again and Selim walked into the room with good news.

"We know Highness!" He burst out when he entered the room. "We know his whereabouts!"

Her face lit up with happiness after hearing those words. He hugged her and twirled her around the room. They both laughed and he settled her down on the ground. She gave him a kiss on the cheek making him blush.

"Where is he Selim?" She asked him. He walked to the table in front of the bed and took out a dusty- old – looking map of France. He unraveled it and put it on top of the bed. Selim's index finger moved to the south of the country and stopped in a small city named Cahors. "There?" She asked dumbfounded.

"Yes. We believe he has gone south." He told her and folded the map again and kept it in his right pocket.

"Isn't that were the rebels are?" No response. "Is he…?"

"We believe so Highness."

"These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume."
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 2.3

Shoes echoed as a man walked through a corridor. There were candles in each door he passed by, illuminating his face. He wore a cape and leather shoes. He had a vintage watch inside the pocket of his suit, and he wore one of the finest pants in Europe.

He stopped and neared a door, opening it slowly and entering the dark room. A man was sitting in the middle of it with a map in front of him. The first man grabbed the sitting person by the neck, pulling him up to his feet and whispering venomously in his ear, "You should have killed her!"

The other man put his hands on his attacker's hands and unclenched them from his neck. He turned around to face his crimson eyes. "You know I couldn't kill her even if I tried. Guards everywhere…How could I, Bradley?" He snapped back.

Bradley walked away and stopped in the door, "You'll kill her Edward."

Winry moaned in delight as she twirled the spoon in her mouth, tasting the raspberry and cherry shortcake. They had been in the train for a day and a half, leaving Nina in the city, seeing as she doesn't need her anymore. Kain had given Winry two new dresses, both dark colors, so if any rebel saw them then they won't suspect anything.

The train abruptly stopped in their last station. People pushed to get out. Winry stood up, leaving the fork in the plate. Kain stopped her, and Selim moved up to see if anyone suspicious was around. Selim turned around and nodded.

They got out of the train and sighed deeply. "Finally!" Winry exclaimed, crossing her arms behind her. "Is this Cahors Selim?" She asked the young teenager next to her.

"Yes. Now we must find a place to rest for the night."

"We have a lot to do, don't we?" Kain asked, pulling his brother closer to him by the neck. Winry smiled for the first time in a week.

They walked up to a small pub. Their shoes echoed in the marooned streets of Cahors. Winry didn't mind asking where they were going because she knew the brothers had friends down south. Kain knocked on the door of the pub which was in between two houses.

Winry knocked on the door with her leather shoes when they didn't open. A woman came out wearing a dark colored dress with a light colored overall over it; a hat rested over her brown, short locks and a pair of glasses on her nose. Her eyes sparkled and a smile form on her lips. "Kain, Selim." She greeted both men, who bowed. Her eyes fell on Winry, "Your Majesty." She bowed.

"You flatter me." Winry told the young girl.

"My maiden." Selim stated, "How have you been Sheska?" He grabbed her hand and kissed it, making her blush a deep red.

She giggled, "I have been fine Selim." She whispered. "Enter, please, it's my honor." She told the princess who entered instantly.

The pub was filled with books of all sorts. Alchemy, philosophy, chemistry, cooking…Even Greek mythology! Winry's eyes widen and turned back to see the trio, "Why would a pub be filled with books?"

"I inherited it from my brother who passed away recently. He was part of the group of rebels, which I was against from the start." She told Winry, tucking a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear.

"Did you receive my letter by any chance?" Kain asked. Sheska walked to the counter, and on top a book was a paper folded neatly. She opened it and showed it to him. "Ah…I see you didn't find anything else. Or…?"

"No. That letter doesn't say anything about a location here in Cahors. I have no clue." She slumped into a chair, followed by Selim and Winry.

"So, what if there is no information?" Selim spoke up."It can't be a dead end can it?"

Winry walked the streets and leaned in to a wall. A sigh escaped her lips and she rubbed her arm. A gush of wind passed by, making her look at her right side. Her eyes enlarged like two dishes when she saw a man standing in front of her. The man put his left hand on his lips, shushing her for an instance before moving his arm behind her neck. To where her pressure point was.

"A-"But she couldn't finish. She had been knocked out.

"Let her go!" Edward barked at his men for capturing his weakness. His apprentice winced at his mentor's words and then glared at him.

"Weren't we ordered to capture her, master?" The young man asked Edward whose eyes became downcast.

"You have no reason to do so, Alphonse." He glared back at the boy.

"And what are you going to do, brother?" Edward said nothing at this comment.

"Don't bind her with chains. Let her inside my room."

Some men talking in the hall woke Winry up. She was in a murky room with no candles. The door opened and shut instantaneously. "Who is there?" She figure approached her in the dimness of the room. He mounted the bed, his legs on either side of her waist, and his arms next to her head. "You're…" She mumbled.

"Don't say my name." The figure –a man, she thought- whispered. The man kissed her cheek, and caressed her hand, making her shiver.

"Ed-"

"-Shhh!" He snapped. She nodded when he kissed her chaste on the lips making her heart beat run fast in her chest. She kissed back with equal emotion. "Don't muster a single word Highness." He ordered, "They are watching." She clutched his hand for a second and then released his hand. "We're enemies…" She nodded once more, "…yet we harbor feelings for each other. Isn't that right princess?" He asked huskily near her ear, making her nod yes. "When the time comes, we'll have to fight each other. You'll be the death of us." He told her, gripping her hand and planting a kiss on her mouth.

"I'll be the death of us…You'll be the death of us…" She mumbled in between kisses. 'His kisses are sweet, like I imagined.' She thought, 'Selim and Kain… I knew they were hiding something. He is a rebel…just like my mother.'

"Then I defy you, stars!"
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 5.1

After persuading Alphonse to not tell anyone, Edward had been able to leave Winry in the tavern once more before anyone noticed something weird was going on. Edward had kissed her one more time and left her again this time leaving her without breath.

He walked down the hall to find Bradley there once more. This time he was talking with Alphonse and his subordinates. Edward rested his hand on Bradley's shoulder, making him turn to face him. "Bradley," his name rolled off his tongue in a dangerous tone, "leave, right this instant."

"You cannot defy me you trash!" He defied.

Edward glared at his commander or 'higher rank' rebel, "Tsk." He moved his head to the side in a non-caring manner, "Even if you can give me orders you can't be yelling at my subordinates. I'll kill her, don't worry." He lied.

"I hope… Four weeks. In four weeks you'll go to Germany. If you don't have her I'll catch her myself." With that, he stormed off, leaving all the men in the hall.

"Brother. Was it right to take her back?" Alphonse questioned his older brother who sighed and rustled his hair.

"I'm not sure myself to be honest." He told him and started walking away, "We have to talk, about that." He whispered next to Alphonse before leaving.

Alphonse knocked on the door of his brother's room. The cacophony of his room made him irritated to death. He knocked and knocked and knocked. "Brother, open up!" He growled at the door. The door opened and Edward welcomed him to sit down on the floor. "So, you wanted to talk correct?"

"You know. About the King. What was it that he was doing that is so important to capture and kill her?" He walked in front of Alphonse and sat down crossed-legged. "Not just only that." Alphonse raised his head. "I heard her mother was a rebel. When the King found out he ordered to kill her. Can you believe it? Such lies in that family. Wouldn't be surprised if Winry had a lie up her sleeve as well." Alphonse nodded in accord.

"Me neither, brother." They sat in silence for a while, thinking what to talk about until Alphonse conceived a though, "Where did you… get this information?"

"Some men in a nearby tub. What else do you think the Queen had done?" He leaned forward, "What about the King?"

"Brother, I can't answer that. I don't have a reply…" Not yet, he thought. Arthur sighed, throwing himself back to lean into the bed. Alphonse got up with his hand on his knee for support, and walked to the door to leave. His brother assembled words that stopped him in his tracks: 'I'm marrying her.'

Two weeks. Two weeks have passed since they kissed. Two weeks since he decided to marry her. Two weeks in their first 'real' relationship. Two weeks…until hell.

Edward knocked on Winry's window and she opened them letting him enter the tavern. She kissed her while they were both inside. Their third kiss was better than the last two. He looked at her eyes and thought what to say. She blushed and looked down at her leather boots. "Edward…"She mumbled, "Don't look at me like that…" He rested his head on the crook of her neck kissing it lightly. She sighed in content.

They wished to stay like this forever. Even if it was a fairytale. He had done nasty deeds for Bradley these past weeks. Even if he had a lie to keep from her, he wanted to stay like that, inhaling her sweet odor of roses. Though they were enemies they wanted to stay in this never ending hug, dream, or kiss. They wanted to…

"Winry…" He whispered after what felt hours of standing, "Marry…me…" She nodded and looked up with a questioning look, "What is it?"

She gave him a grin, "So fast Edward?" He blushed, and gave her a kiss on the forehead, "Well, I can't say no to my Knight in Shining Armor, can I?" He nodded, "When?"

"Tonight love." He told her in a melancholic tone. She hugged him tightly, seeing as his voice sounded… wrong. "I'm fine, do not worry." He let her go and walked to the window and reached out to her, "Coming?" She sauntered and grasped his hand. He jumped out to the balcony and was about to pick her up when the door creaked, showing Seim in the doorway.

"Highness, Edward…" He mumbled under his breath.

"Selim." Edward responded in a reminiscing voice.

"Selim." Winry smiled, "Defy the stars with me and Edward… Be our best man." Selim's eyes widened, and then he smiled and walked to them, promising that he'll keep this secret.

That was part I! wow... fifteen pages. Never thought I could write so much for a chapter. Sooooo. Winry and Edward are getting married. A bit cliche if you ask me, and a bit Romeo and Juliet but... I have to put it.

I feel ashamed. I haven't uploaded anything for my other story! T-T

Anyways, please review & rate for next part!