AN: Before we begin I thought I would just say I have to give credit to Torii and Kiari the Hell Cat on this fic. I was talking with them and this idea came up as a joke, then I decided to make a story out of it. I will say now that I'll try my best to keep everyone in character, but on a strange fic such as this that may be a little difficult. So if there is any are occ-ness, then I apologize. I'm not really sure when this fic takes place. I'd have to say around ep 23 somewhere. Hughes isn't dead yet.

The Secret of the Armstrong Line

Chapter one: Departing from Central and those evil Sparkles!

"Major Armstrong!" a skinny blonde haired man called out as he ran down one of the long hallways in the military base known as Central. He wore a navy blue uniform, as all the men in that line of work did. His hair wasn't too long, but wasn't as short as some people wished it was. The blonde locks swayed back and forth as the man sprinted down the hall. His black boots pounding on the green tile floor as he ran. In one of his hands sat a pale yellow folder containing some important documents. "Major, Sir!" he shouted again. Just then a relived expression appeared on his face when he found a very tall muscular man rounding the corner in front of him.

"Yes, what is it, Lieutenant Block?" the large man known as Armstrong asked. The white walls behind his body disappeared as the blue fabric from Armstrong's jacket consumed Block's total rage of sight.

"I have important news here for you, Sir," Block replied with a smile as he looked up at the tall man. Armstrong took the file from Block and began reading it. His blonde mustache twitched as he made a few 'mmmhmm' noises. There was one blonde curl in the middle of Armstrong's large forehead. That was the only facial hair he possessed besides the mustache. "The Fuhrer himself asked me to give it to you, Sir."

"I see," Armstrong replied as he continued to read the file. "When do I have to leave?" he asked as his blue eyes looked from the file and to Block.

"Ummm… I think right away. I'm not really sure, Sir. No one told me."

"Hmmm…" Armstrong made one of his strange noises as he closed the file. No emotion appeared on his large face. It was seldom that his face ever showed any hint of what he was feeling. He always managed to keep a straight face no matter what he had gotten himself into.

"Would you like me to find out for you?" Block asked as they stood in the middle of the hallway.

"No," Armstrong replied. His mustache twitched as he spoke. "I'll find out myself. Thank you very much, Block," he said as he walked around Block and down the hall.

"Are you sure?" the small man asked before Armstrong got to far away.

Armstrong just turned to look at him.

"Uh…?" Block asked in wonder. After a few seconds of staring Armstrong finally replied, but not in a way Block was expecting.

"Yes!" the tall man replied as he bent over, tightening his large upper body muscles. Then out of nowhere these little tiny pink shapes that glittered and looked like sparkles appeared around his body, and a heavenly light shown down upon him.

"Hm?" Block looked up in confusion. A sweat drop appeared on the back of his head when he saw the strange bright light was coming out of… nowhere?

"I appreciate your concern, Block," Armstrong said. Block's gaze returned to him as the large man continued flexing his pecks, and then grabbed the bottom on his military jack with both hands, "But I can do this on my own. This method of gaining important information has been passed through the Armstrong line for generations!" he shouted. His booming voice deep and macho as he pulled off his shirt, allowing the world to see his bulging chest.

"Eh…" Block stared, unsure of what to do. This continued for a few more minutes before a familiar voice was heard.

"Hi there! What's up?" the voice chimed. Block turned to see Lieutenenant Colonel Hughes walking up behind him. One hand in the air in a greeting gesture. Armstrong didn't seem to notice. He just kept posing to whoever seemed to walk by.

"Hello there, Sir," Block replied with a smile as he turned to Hughes.

"Hey," Hughes replied again. He was taller then Block, but a lot shorter then Armstrong. He had spiky, or messy, depended on who was looking at it, black hair. He wore the same uniform as the others, and had some strange rectangle shaped glasses that lit up when he cocked his head at just the right angle. His glasses lit up as he approached the Lieutenant with a big smile. "I see he's having fun," Hughes said as he pointed to Armstrong, "I don't see why you should be left out of all the fun. Here, I know just the thing to light up your day, and boost your energy!"

"Oh?" Block asked, somewhat nervously.

"Yes," Hughes replied with a nod. "Here take a look at this!" he shouted as he reached for his pocket, "This is my beautiful daughter, Elysia!" he said proudly as he pulled out a photo and shoved it in Block's face.

"Eh!" Block jumped back in surprise.

"Isn't she just the cutest thing?" Hughes as he walked toward Block, forcing him against the wall. "Isn't she just a little angel? You think she is too, right? Honestly, how could anyone think that cute little face isn't absolutely adorable?" he asked in a loud annoying tone, and began laughing aloud.

"Yes… Sir…" Block replied as the picture of the three year old girl was continually pushed into his face.

"Ah, that's what I thought, too! She's the cutest thing on this planet!" Hughes' loud voice radiated through the entire hallway. All of the other soldiers within earshot quickly walked away. Everyone in the base knew Hughes, preferably from his pictures, thus they all knew to get away or suffer the cute consequences.

What do I do now? Block wondered as he tried to think of a way to escape the Lieutenant Colonel. He continued to think for about five minutes or so. He couldn't come up with anything, and Hughes going on and on about the same thing, along with repeating himself was starting to get annoying. Come on, there has to be someway. Block thought as a bead of sweat traveled down his brow. Just then his prayers were answered when he saw a familiar face walking up behind Hughes with an annoyed expression.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself," the male voice said irritatedly.

"Huh?" Hughes stopped just long enough for the sound of the person's voice to register in his mind. Then he whipped around fast.

"Yo, Roy! What are you doing in Central?" he asked as he stared at his old friend. He saw Riza standing behind Roy. She had Roy's black coat slung over one of her arms. "Did you come to see Elysia?" Hughes asked with a smile. His glasses still lit up.

Roy was about the same height as Hughes. He had short dark black hair and eyes to match. His body tensed as his eyebrow twitched a little. Hughes continued his rambling as Roy brought his hand up near his face. It took all the willpower he had not to snap his fingers and burn the idiotic man to a crisp with his alchemy. "Hughes," Roy replied as the sound of his white glove clenching under his tensing fingers was heard, "No, we didn't come to hear about your family."

"Oh?" Hughes asked disappointedly. Armstrong had stopped posing a few moments before, and now stood, fully clothed next to Block.

"Then what are you hear for?" Armstrong asked.

Roy's anger quickly faded as he regained his composure and looked at his comrades. "There was a false report. Lieutenenant Hawkeye and I traveled here on assignment, only to find out the whole thing was just a rumor."

"How log are you staying for?" Hughes asked.

Roy glanced back at Riza. The First Lieutenant made all his plans. "We can't leave for a few days," Riza replied. She was very pretty. She had long blonde hair that was pulled back and held in a hair clip. She wore the same blue uniform, and had amber colored eyes.

"Why a few days?" Block asked curiously.

"The train to the Eastern Headquarters doesn't arrive until then," Riza replied.

"Oh," Block said.

"Hm?" Roy began to wonder when he saw the file in Armstrong's large hand. "What's that?" he asked as he eyed the folder.

Armstrong pulled the paper folder into view. "I have an assignment. I have to leave for a few days and take care of something in the next town," he replied.

"I see," Roy replied, "When do you leave?"

"I don't know. I'm going to go check that out right now," Armstrong said, "Please excuse me," he said as he gave a small nod goodbye and walked down the hall and to the Fuhrer's office.

"Bye," Hughes said as Armstrong rounded the corner.

"I wonder what he had to do?" Block asked.

"It doesn't matter," Roy replied. Everyone in the group turned to look at him. "If it was something important they would have informed me about it," he said with a smirk, "Lieutenant Hawkeye."

"Sir?" Riza asked.

"We've spent enough time here," Roy replied as he began to walk away.

"Yes, Colonel," Riza replied. She gave Hughes and Block a goodbye nod then followed after Roy.

"Wait!" Hughes shouted as he dashed after them. "You haven't seen my picture of Elysia!"

Block was left alone in the hall. He gave a small smile then shrugged. "Oh well," he said and walked away, continuing his duties. He needed to get back to Lieutenant Ross anyway. They were in change of being the Elric brothers' bodyguards. He hadn't noticed it, but the bright heavenly light still shown behind him.

Armstrong is seen walking into the Fuhrer's office. He walled to the back of the large room, where the secretary's desk sat. The room was large and seemly empty. On the wall the King's flags where seen, hanging and decorating the area.

"Can I help you, Sir?" the woman behind the desk asked. She had long brown hair and dark green eyes. She wore a nice dress shirt with a tan jacket and skirt. On her nametag Armstrong read the name 'Douglas'.

"Yes," Armstrong replied. "I was given this assignment, but it didn't issue a date saying when I was supposed to leave."

"I see," the secretary replied. The tone in her voice was cold and unfriendly. "May I see the file? I can check it out for you."

Armstrong nodded and handed her the folder.

"Just a moment," she said and walked away.

"Alright," Armstrong replied and stood in the large room, waiting.

A few minutes later the woman returned. "I found the report. You are scheduled to leave tonight on the 8:00 train."

Armstrong took to file and looked up at the clock. It was 7:23. "Thank you very much. I'm sorry for being rude, but I must leave now."

"I understand, Major," she replied as she pulled out a book and got back to work.

Armstrong gave her a small nod and quickly walked away. Before anyone realized it, Armstrong was packed and ready to go. Since he had already informed his friends he had a mission, he picked up his suitcase and left the Central building. His destination was the Central Station.

"May I have your ticket, Sir?" the worker on the train asked as Armstrong stood in front of the train's door.

Armstrong nodded and handed the man his ticket.

"Alright, thank you very much," he said as he handed Armstrong back the small piece of paper, and stepped out of the way.

Armstrong boarded the train and sat down in the back seat. He stared out the window next to him. He felt the train begin to move as the train left the station. The lights quickly faded as the train left the area. The engine pulled the long passenger cars into the dark night. The train's loud whistle blew as it raced down the long track.

Havoc is seen walking down the hallway in Central. The same hallway Hughes and the others where in earlier. His arms were full of files for Roy, and there was a cigarette in his mouth. I don't get why Hawkeye isn't doing this. Havoc thought as an annoyed expression appeared on his face. Just then he saw a tiny pink sparkle appear, and then vanished. "Hm?" Havoc stopped and stared at the spot for a moment. I wonder what that was? He wondered, but then shrugged it off and walked away. I think I've seen that sparkle somewhere before… he thought as he rounded the corner. Once out of sight the pink sparkle retuned, only a little brighter this time, and then disappeared again.

AN: Hi guys, sorry that was kind of boring. It was just the set up for the whole thing. The next chapter will be ten times better when the sparkles begin to torture our military dogs in a search for a new master! If you don't know me, I have another fic called 'The Way to a Man's Heart Isn't by Crushing His Ego' go read it! It will show you I really do know what I'm doing when it comes to humor! I'll be updating this one, and that one at the same time. More so that one because it has readers, lol. But I'll update this one a lot too! Thanks for reading and don't forget to review!