Author's Note:

*reminds self that reading alt-history does things to one's mind*

Must...write...more...

Oh boy. This chapter took a while to write, for research reasons and writer's block.

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2 - Marsch der Adler (March of the Eagles)

Roy stared at the red wristband, suddenly feeling a need to look at a mirror.

Slowly rising from his bunk, he was greeted with a slap in the face.

"Rotenstein! Get yourself ready, and don't slack off."

The man responsible for this, for some reason, looked familiar to Roy.

Wait...was that Havoc?!

He jumped up, eyes searching for a bathroom.

Ah! There's one!

He walked into the 'bathroom', more like a glorified trash can.

Indeed, Roy could see the sight of flies buzzing around something, and rotting trash. Roy had to squeeze his nose.

Walking up to a mirror, he looked at his physical appearance.

And all was not all as it seemed.

"Hugo!"

Thomas Hugo peered up, from his lunch. "Sir, one of your subordinates appears to be unconscious."

Thomas waved it off. "Oh come one, let him rest." He smirked. "And you too, Johann. You overwork yourself."

Johann saluted. "Duly noted, sir."

Thomas laughed. "Come on, Johann. Don't need to salute me every ticking second."

His face changed to a more serious one. "When I'm done, I'll wake him up."

It had been an odd hour or two, but Roy Mustang had experienced more shock than being hit by lighting multiple times, while freezing in water.

That analogy fit well here, Roy noted. Here he was, stuck in an unknown world, and he couldn't do anything about it.

He was currently being dragged towards the camp office, literally, by his direct superior, and someone who's face Roy had not seen. Yet.

"If you get screwed over again, I'm not saving your ass."

Roy looked, and as the door closed, his face slowly started to don a look of shock.

Is that you...Hughes?

"2nd Lieutenant Rotenstein, please have a seat."

Roy nervously pulled out a wooden chair from under the desk, gazing at the Colonel's stone cold eyes.

It was ironic, to say the least, Roy bitterly thought, as he sat down. When I get back to Amestris, he thought, I'll-

"Please listen."

Roy's head shot up, as he stared at the Colonel's blue eyes.

"My name is Franz Halding, but you will refer to me as Colonel, during the duration of the meeting.

Roy, being reminded of his instincts he picked up in the Amestrian military, complied and saluted. "Yes sir!"

Colonel Halding's mouth twitched a bit, muttering about 'disrespectful youths'.

"As you know, the Fatherland is battling our greatest enemy to our very existence at the moment."

He started to unroll a map, which as Roy watched, looked absolutely nothing like the world he had left behind.

Halding flicked the cap off of a pen, circling places that Roy had no clue how far it was away, in red and grey.

This, Roy thought, with the amount of details already on the map, along with the numerous additions that Halding was making, meant that this 'war' or whatever name would be suitable, was much more than an uprising.

Looking at the troop numbers, Roy internally gasped. How many innocents are going to die for this?!

He kept staring at the map, his mind shattered. What he had just saw, were the battle plans for the most ambitious battle; no, operation that would ever be conducted.

Starting to skirt his eyes up, Roy saw the total troop numbers and supplies involved:

Army Group North:

Commander: Fedor von Bock
-700,000 troops
-770 tanks
-4,000 artillery pieces

Army Group Center:

Commander: Fedor von Bock
-1,300,000 troops
-2,600 tanks
-7,800 artillery pieces

Army Group South:

Commander: Gerd von Rundstedt
-1,000,000 troops
-1,000 tanks
-5,700 artillery pieces

And finally, Roy read the title page out loud, of the blueprint of death.

"Operation Barbarossa..."

End Note:

Oh boy, you can tell this isn't going to end well, when you're working with the Nazis.

This is a bit ridiculous, but I want to hear your opinion: which Army Group will Roy be assigned to? I want you guys to decide, on where the story goes, based on that.

Also, the current time of the story is (about) nearing the end of April 1941, FYI.

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