A/N: So sorry for the chapter update delay! (I've been outta town for camp, the holiday, etc…) From now on, I'll try to post a chapter every Friday. (This week is an exception.)

Also, one of you enquired as to why it was a NORTHERN country that had taken over a SOUTHERN city. Well, in all honesty, I had an actual REASON for that. You see, this new war is kind of a…twist on World War 2. Drachma is kind of like Russia, Amestria like Germany, and so on.

However, Roy, as the Fuhrer, is not a crazy psycho man-bitch, it's more like RUS-I mean Drachma, is trying to take over. Therefore, they invaded most of the countries to the east of Amestria, but is so far MOSTLY unsuccessful in Amestria itself. But some cities closer to the border, especially southern, in this case, HAVE been invaded. Not much defense down there.

I know this explanation is a little sketchy, but I had to explain quickly since apparently an author isn't allowed more than one chapter to explain everything.

Either way, please enjoy this next chapter! (Jeez, I sound so stiff in my Authors notes…)

As soon as Winry awoke, she was overwhelmed by the musty odor of her new surroundings, and the bitter cold that was seeping into her back from the cement wall she was sat up against. Her first immediate thought was where am I? Her second was to hiss through clenched teeth when she noticed the throbbing pain in her side. She hiked up her shirt and pressed her palm against the wound. She ran her fingers over a crudely stitched seam, sticky with her own blood.

Winry grimaced in agony as she raised her sapphire eyes to survey her current situation. Although her gaze was still fuzzy from exhaustion, she could make out the shapes of bars covering the opening opposite her and a small group of sleeping, grungy looking women in Amestrian military uniforms in the faint moonlight that shone through a small barred window above her.

She tried to cross her legs, when she was stopped by chains on her ankles, pulling tightly at her skin. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, trying to slow her rapid heartbeat. She was a POW, a prisoner of war.

The Next Morning…

The next time she opened her eyes, sunlight was illuminating the cell, and she could see the clearer. She honestly didn't know if this was good or bad. The stone unit was must dirtier in the light than in the dark, and the smell didn't improve overnight, either.

All around her, fellow Amestrian soldiers and nurses were waking from troubled sleep, stretching and yawning and looking miserable. Just seeing how thin and tired they were made Winry want to escape back into the comfort of sleep.

But, unfortunately, a wave of hushed, frightened whisperers from the surrounding women kept her from her doze. The murmurs got louder as the sound of heavy footsteps on the stone floor outside her cell grew closer.

Suddenly, both the whispers and footsteps stopped. Right in front of Winry. She was afraid to look up. A man cleared his throat roughly, and she forced herself to look up at him. She found herself gazing, wide eyed, into the face of Armer Vinia, head of the Drachman army's medical branch.

Fresh, hot anger flowed through her veins as she took in his condescending smirk. But she held back and looked him directly in the cold, gray eyes. And he glared right back. After a few awkward seconds, Winry was getting annoyed. What was he playing at?

"What?!" She barked at him, eyes narrowing. The other women shrank away from her, their eyes widening in shock. And so did Vinia's. Suddenly, he broke into a loud, deep laughter. Winry raised an eyebrow.

"Well, aren't you the fiery one?" He said, giving her a once over. Winry grimaced at the way he was assessing her, with a glint in his eye and another smirk fresh on his face.

"You will be coming with me, Miss Rockbell." He said. Winry barely had time to ask why before he had opened her cell and dragged her out by the arm. Two other men, who had been standing guard in the hallway, unlocked her shackles and shut the door before anyone had even one (stupid) thought of escape.

"You're going to help me out, Winry." He whispered seductively into her ear as he led her out of the prison, hand on her waist. (For the record, NOT the bloody one.) His warm breath on her neck was making her queasy. She could only hope that the rumors she had heard about this man from some of her fellow nurses back in Amestria weren't true. But by his behavior towards her so far, they were looking pretty likely.

Back in Amestria…

Ed collapsed into his leather desk chair with a deep sigh. He put his chin on his hands and admired his office for what could perhaps be the last time. He was going to join the other state alchemists on the battlefield. He would be there for that day.

A knock on his door startled him from his thoughts.

"Colonel Edward, sir?" May I come in?" A timid voice called through the door. Ed shook his head.

"YES, Lily. How many times do I have to tell you, you don't have to knock." He said, patiently. Lily came in the room, face down and blushing.

"I-I'm sorry Mr. Edward sir. B-but, I have an important message from the Furher." Ed groaned outwardly. "H-he said for me to give you this letter." Lily hand him the letter cautiously, then retreated out of his office.

As she left, she casually flipped her silky brown hair and flashed him a shy smile, hoping to get his attention. But when she turned around to see if he had seen her, he had his eyes on the paper from the envelope, wide with shock. His face was drained of all color.

"Um, Sir, I you alright?" Lily said, walking slowly back to his desk. He gulped and looked up into her face. She was shocked to see his eyes wet with unshed tears.

"Its Winry." Lily raised an eyebrow and tried not to show her annoyance.

"Who's Winry?" He didn't seem to catch the scorn in her voice.

"She's…dead."

Hope the ending wasn't bad, I don't have time to look it over. Yeah, actually, Armer does play a large part in this later. And so does Lily. (I hate lily, by the way. She's actually evil, but she's playing the mary sue card…) REVIEW!!!