FULL SUMMARY: In an unreal world, where familiar faces and even those of the deceased friends and family managed to exist. In a world called Germany, a young golden haired teenage boy is left to believe that since he has left his real home with his brother, that there is nothing left for him. That is.. Until he sees the face of the one, he cannot seem to forget.

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"A Parallel Universe"

Chapter Four; Surreal.

The raven-haired man seemed shocked. How did this random teenager know his name?

"U-Uh.. May I ask how you know me?"

Edward let out a sharp sigh as his head fell to the glass counter, with golden strands still following. "It's a bit of a tough thing to explain.."

The man grinned as if he were willing to push is aside, yet he clearly wouldn't give up. "I'm all ears."

After about two hours of explaining his alchemic world and how he was sent beyond a gate into some sort of portal to where they were now, the man was still confused.

"So.. You're from a different world, and in your world a man that looks the same as me and is also named Roy Mustang, is a Brigadier General in the state military?"

The golden haired boy nodded. "There was also a man like Officer Hughes. His name was Maes Hughes too, and his appearance was the exact same. But he was a Lieutenant Colonel. When he died, they promoted him two ranks which made him a Brigadier General. There was also a woman like Gracia, she was Hughes' wife. A girl like the flower shop helper, Winry. Except my Winry was an automail mechanic," He rolled up the sleeve of his white button-up shirt and revealed the metallic surface to the raven-haired man. "She made this for me when I lost my arm and leg after trying to resurrect my mother with my brother, whose here, Alphonse."

The man nodded then concluded the conversation with a simple statement such as, "And the man Mustang, was your partner that you lost and can't forget."

Edward's gaze shifted to the table top that his upper body had been leaning on for a while. He inhaled, then sharply exhaled while intertwining his fingers and leaning his head down against his forearms. "Yeah."

Roy smiled somewhat sympathetic for the teen and set a chocolate cupcake with vanilla icing and a red rose that sat on top, that Edward had been eyeing before. "I may not be like him in anyway, but I can sure as hell be of some help to you if you need."

Ed only replied with a small grin just before he took a nip at the bit of cupcake that had made it's way to his fork. "Well, at least you're nothing like the bastard general with a god complex. You actually give me sweets!"

The man chuckled and probably regretted that he gave Ed one of the sweetest pastries that there was. "Why wouldn't he?"

Edward grinned wildly and the memories that would strike him before, leaving depression across the pale ivory wrist that would always be shielded with a long sleeve. "I always got a real bad sugar rush, then I'd take out any stress on him."

Roy sweatdropped uneasily. "Would you like the rest of that to go?"