Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, no matter how much I want to.

Warning: Chapter may be disturbing at points to some.

The story starts out depressing, but FMA(the anime) tends to be overly depressing… My story will end happy though. I promise. Also, it has the anime's basic idea, but I switched it go with my plot bunny. :3

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The smoky debris and the smell of death lingered forlornly in the air. Six dazed and horrified eyes stared at the spot their loved on had once been standing. It had happened so quickly. One minute they were shooting at their deranged enemy who whished to enter "Shambala", and the next, the building was collapsing.

Watching the man as he forcibly shoved him away before it collapsed was complete and total agony. He'd seen the eyes widen right before he had heard the sickening crush. Why hadn't he grabbed him? Forced him to come with him! Why was it that the two people he thought of as brothers been killed like this?! What had he done to deserve this?! The poor boy fell to his knees thinking this. He'd prayed every day. He'd gone to confession. Hell, hadn't he just been trying to save two worlds?! Why, damnit! Just…. Why?

After staring at the spot for what seemed an eternity, he softly turned his face to view the others. He had been hoping it had been a sick illusion. That the man would pop out of nowhere and announce it had been a close call. The horrified and haunted looks that stared at the pile of ruble along with him proved that it had, indeed, not been a twisted illusion. What he just witnessed he would have never dreamed of. Was that how his beloved Brother had looked before his demise?

He had been like a brother to him. Not only him, but also the two others. They had been a lovely family of four. They where always laughing, joking, and causing chaos around campus. It had been great. The two others had been like the neighbor kids that you'd known since birth. They joined the chaos and laughter. Then another had shown up. Their teacher. She had taken the six under her wing at camp and taught them the things she believed they needed to know to survive. She had never babied them. No, you couldn't survive the upcoming war if she had done that.

What was going to happen their "family" now? The one who had basically brought it together was gone. Dead. He couldn't stop the hysterical laughter that bubbled from his throat. His body shook from the horrible tremors. He grabbed softly at his face. Pawing gently at the tears that were still falling.

He felt a pair of warm arms grab him and draw him close. He could have sworn he'd heard the owner tell him to 'calm down kid. We'll get through it.' But he was so deep in his current pain to know who was speaking and what they were saying. Hell, Satan himself could come out of nowhere doing the Macarena, and he wouldn't have noticed.

Once he finally calmed down enough, he looked up to see the two women holding onto each other tightly. One of which had uncontrollable sobs racking her body, and the other woman trying to comfort her. A little to the left he could see the disbelief on one of the men's faces. Yeah, he'd hadn't thought anything could stop the ball of energy either. The other was having conflicting emotions. He appeared to be stuck between horrified disbelief, and regretful acceptance.

A soft glowing appeared around them. Confusion appeared on all their faces. The turned quickly to face the Gate that they had tried so hard to keep closed. They watched in horror as it slowly opened, and swallowed them, and everything around them, whole.

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Alphonse Elric softly grinned at the site around him. Today was the "company'' picnic. Well, he wouldn't really call it a company, but it was the best thing he could come up with for the military. He gently laughed at the site of everyone having such a good time. After returning to his body and finding out his Brother wasn't there… Well… He never thought he'd be happy. Let alone smile or laugh.

His lips twitched in laughter at the site of a large group of people betting on who could eat the most pie, Armstrong or Breda. If he were to join, he'd choose Armstrong. That man always tended to go overboard. And the fact that 'Pie eating contests were a family Armstrong trait past down from many generations' made him gather it wasn't a good idea to mess with him. Then again, in the Armstrong family everything was passed down.

Havoc was attempting to get a date. Like always, he was failing miserably. The depressed man sighed, cigarette going limp in his mouth. He sighed and sat down next to Al after giving him a friendly nod.

"You know," he started," you'd think the ladies would stop going after Mustang after he had a kid." He then proceeded to point to said man.

Mustang now had a beautiful one-year-old daughter. Her golden hair softly glowed in the light, and onyx eyes laughed along with her as she tried to pull he Daddy's eye patch off. It was all in vain of course, but it still entertained the little girl.

A couple months after the Bradley incident, Mustang and Hawkeye had gotten together. Sadly, it hadn't worked out to well. Hawkeye had been a little controlling, and Mustang a bit to lazy. Fights had broken out many times at their work, and at the home they shared. The two had decided they were better friends then lovers. The fact on the child also caused the separation.

Hawkeye wasn't a 'stay at home mom' kind of woman. She didn't want to have children. She enjoyed her job, and she refused to stay at home. Mustang had wanted the baby. They had eventually agreed to her having the child, and Mustang raising her. Hawkeye was happy just being 'Anny Eza'. And surprisingly he was doing an amazing job with little Maggie, who was called May for short (Obviously after Hughes).

The women indeed hadn't stopped. They came more rapidly, much to poor Havoc's dismay.

Hawkeye was trying in vain to stop a couple of already drunk men from swimming in the pond. He wished her luck with that. Falman was idly standing by watching the drunken fools with slight amusement. Al believed that was the first time he'd seen the man smile.

Fuery was giggling next to Sheiska, who was shyly flirting. Ah, nerd love. Nothing like it. He smiled a bit. At least someone was trying to get together. Did he sense more carbon copies on the way?

He gently reached behind his neck to rub where he knew his blood seal was. He had to admit; having it still there was oddly comforting. It helped him remember it was all real, he was alive. But it was also discomforting. It showed him that in return for himself, his Brother sacrificed himself.

Screaming and a flash interrupted his thoughts. They all watched as the Gate appeared. Another flash and it was gone, leaving thick smoke. The all stood in shock to see another six figures and many dead bodies.

"No!" one of the figures screeched, flinging his body at the ruble. He attempted to dig what Al had no idea from the wreckage. He watched as another person ripped the figure from the ruble. "No!" the boy sobbed. "Let me dig him out! We can't leave him in there!"

"Alpons Heidrich! You will stop this right now!" they heard a woman screech. Al couldn't help the dumfounded look on his face. The smoke had disappeared to show a 'Mustang' holding back an 'Al' from digging a person up. The voice that yelled belonged to a woman who closely resembled his Teacher. Beside her stood a Hughes, Havoc, and Hawkeye look alike.

"But Ed's in there!'' the boy brokenly sobbed. 'Mustang' hugged the boy closer to his chest in an attempt to stop him, or was it to calm him. "We can't leave him in there! He deserves better!" the boy wailed out. His declarations caused 'Hawkeye' to breakdown into sobs.

"Al! The boy is completely crushed! There is no possible way to get him out in one piece!" the 'Teacher' tried to explain. "It would do him more honor to leave him in there and burn it, then to take his mangled body out."

She was trying to be helpful, but all it did was cause a horrified expression to cross his face, then for it to turn ghostly pale. The others didn't look much better.

"He's not even ours!'' Alpons sobbed." He's belongs to the other side!" the boy pathetically moaned.

Al's eyes widened. The other side? But wouldn't that mean…

"Brother!" Al yelled, panicked as he sprinted towards the pile.

The 'others eyes widened as they realized they weren't alone, and watched as the boy started to dig at the debris. During the shock, the other Al had joined him.

The military members surrounded the chaos, as the told their children to stay put. They watched as the two blonde boys sobbed and dug. The even listened to the pathetic moan that escaped Al's mouth as he held a lock of bloody blonde hair, and proceeded to faint.

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TBC

(A/N: Reviews, help, or flames are welcomed. This is my first FMA fanfic, so it may be a bit OOC…. Please tell me if I've screwed anything up. I know how annoying grammer mistakes can be...)