"Look, look." Roy was as eager as a young puppy, bounding around the transmutation circle he made, proudly. Hughes and Hawkeye did as he said and looked. The array covered the room. "What does it do?" Hughes asked, frowning.
Roy shrugged. "I dunno. That's half the fun." He said placing his hand on it to activate it. "Don't you think that's-"Hawkeye objected, but was cut short by a blinding light. There was a jerking feeling in their navels and they felt the ground move beneath their feet. "-a bad idea." Hawkeye finished weakly, as she opened her eye.
The three were in a dark and dismal pace, surrounded by people trudging along in genderised uniform. "An alternate universe." Hawkeye gasped, drawing her weapon, causing the others to follow suit. Changing dimensions didn't cause them to change habits. "This place looks horrendous." Roy said.
A crackling noise drew their attention to a loudspeaker, one of several placed around, and a screen. "Attention, it is time for the fuhrers hourly speech. Repeat. Attention, it is time for the fuhrers hourly speech." A monotonous voice said.
The screens flickered on, to reveal a large picture of a three year old, grinning happily. "Look at my daughter Elicia. Isn't she cute?! Oh she's gorgeous isn't she!" The voice of Hughes thundered out of the loudspeakers. "It appears we're in a place where Lt. Col. Hughes rules." Hawkeye stated.
Roy fell to the ground, groaning. "Hell is upon and we have no way of leaving." He screamed. Hughes danced around happily, shouting "Heaven, heaven on earth. Hey Roy my Elicia's cuter, isn't she?"
Roy sobbed into the ground and felt Hawkeye tap his shoulder. When he ignored her, he heard her draw her gun and click of the safety, "Colonel, wake up."
He raised his head to find himself in the office. "I just had the most horrible dream. Hughes ruled Amestris and …" He shuddered, "It's good to be alive. Let's go celebrate our aliveness, shall we?"
"Get back to work sir" Hawkeye said and he picked up his pen, wondering what a Hawkeye ruled Amestris would be like. He shuddered again at the scenes of horror that passed through his mind. Perhaps Hughes wasn't so bad at Fuhrer.