(A/N: Hey all! For those who asked me to do a crossover into THIS particular anime, your prayers have been answered! HA! Notice how I haven't given it away yet! I AM Shinigami GOUMON after all and what does Goumon translate to again children? THAT'S RIGHT! TORTURE! MUAHAHAHAHA! Now enjoy the next chapter peeps! Your authoress commands you!)

"Oh…oh ow." Hinode moaned, not daring to open her eyes.

"What happened?" Sora groaned from somewhere nearby.

"I dunno." Mannen replied dazedly from someplace not to far off.

"My…head…hurrrrts!" Kazuo moaned right next to Hinode's ear.

"Oh…god, my balls." Takaomi wheezed painfully from the darkness.

"Sora-huhh-you're on-huhh-my gut-huhh-." Suo choked out between gasps.

"…sorry." She mumbled numbly, not moving an inch.

-CLNKCLNKCLNK-

"Brother! Look at this!" a familiar, childish voice cried, "People! And I think they're hurt!"

-tmptmptmptmptmp-

"Whoa, you ain't kiddin' Al." another familiar voice whistled, "These guys have been through the wringer alright. They're barely conscious."

"Heyeee…I know that voice." Hinode thought to herself as a cold metallic hand brushed her face and she fell back into unconsciousness.

"We'll getcha some help." The voice said faintly as the Otaku Twins and the Fucked Up Four passed out again.

"Okay…what to do, what to do." Akane muttered to herself as she continued to walk along the well worn path, the remote shoved into one of the deep pockets of her baggy black goth jeans, and Aki in her arms.

"Aki's gettin' uber fussy…but he hasn't eaten fer awhile so…" Akane thought, face contorting in disgust, "…food's th' first priority. DAMNIT ALL! Even if I hate it, Aki's gotta eat!…even if it is this freakish animanga slop."

She saw a clearing and finally she was out of the forest an in the outskirts of a rather large city.

People were racing around like mad and Akane had to dodge out of the way quickly to avoid being run being run over by a horse and cart.

"Horse n' carts?" Akane thought bewildered, "What th' fuck? Where're all th' cars!"

Aki let loose a whimper and allowed his face to crumple.

"Ah!" she cried, looking down sympathetically at her nephew,"Don't cry, lil' man! I'll findja somethin' t' eat…somehow."

"Oh MY!" A voice cried out next to her, making Akane jump and Aki finally being to wail,

Akane whirled around to face the speaker and glared at him with such intensity that those around him recoiled and scrambled back into their places of business.

"Sorry." The man said sheepishly, "Didn't mean to startle you…or your son. Such a young mother! Are you perhaps looking for somewhere to eat?"

Akane's eyes flashed with unfathomable fury.

"Kuh-Kuh-KAASAN!" She screamed, fist clenched so tight her nails dug into her palms making blood drip onto the ground, "WATASHI? YOKU IU-YO!"

Maes Hughes was extremely confused.

He didn't know what he had done to upset this young mother, but whatever it had been, it was enough to have her speaking in tongues (howabout implying she's a mother when she's NOT, dumbass?)

All he knew was now the baby in her arms was crying harder than ever, and that managed to distract her from her anger, so perhaps now he could speak to her rationally.

"My house isn't too far from here ya know." Colonel Hughes smiled, "You can feed your son their if you li-"

-FWOK-

The girl had whipped a handgun out of a concealed location and pistol whipped him across the face.

"I'M NOT A MOTHER DAMMIT!" She screamed in perfect English while reholstering the firearm quick as a flash, "HE'S MY NEPHEW! NEH-FEW! GET IT? GAWD!"

Colonel Hughes face flooded with color faster than a ship taking on water.

"Oh! I-I'm so sorry!" He cried, "Do forgive me Miss…?"

"…Byakko." Akane grunted, going by her streetname (no way in hell was she giving out her real name to an anime character), "Just Byakko. No 'Miss'."

"Well then Byakko, do come this way." Colonel Hughes smiled, leading the way to his home.

Akane let loose a rueful sigh, still unwilling to believe she was doing this.

Aki let loose another hungry whimper and Akane growled in frustration.

"Anythin' at all fer th' ones you love." She thought irritably, "GAWD why do I hafta be sucha a sucker fer anythin' small n' cute?…and related to me?…or close to me in any way shape or form?…shit, this sucks."

Edward Elric surveyed the current state of his temporary living quarters, currently spilling over with extra bodies, most of which were unconscious.

Alphonse Elric was worriedly bustling about, changing out the dampened rags on the cataleptic stranger's foreheads with Winry Rockbell, Alex Louis Armstrong and Riza Hawkeye.

Ed couldn't understand how such a large group of people could be laid out like that with no marks of any kind to show for it.

All he knew was that they were in for a serious questioning the minute they woke up.

"Nnn…" one of the girls was stirring; the one with purple hair.

"Brother, she's waking up!" Al said excitedly, beckoning his elder sibling over.

The girl's big brown eye's fought their way opened and stared blearily up at Ed, Al and Armstrong.

"Hey, how ya feelin'?" Winry asked smilingly.

In response, the girl let loose a happy cry and threw her arms around Al's metallic neck.

"AARU! SUKI DESU!" She squealed joyfully, face buried against Al's steely shoulder.

"Wh-what?" Al asked, blushing bright pink from the attention, "What'd she say?"

"I'm not quite sure." Hawkeye replied narrowing her eyes slightly, the tiniest fractions of a smirk dancing on her lips, "But I think it's safe to assume she's happy to see you, Al."

"Nn?"

The other girl, the teal haired one, opened her violet eyes and got a good look at Ed and Armstrong, who soon found themselves in the same situation as Al.

"EDDU! AAMSTRONGU!" She cried happily, tackle glomping them, "KOI SHITERU! SUKI DESU!"

Ed's face was now the same shade of purply red as a beet while Armstrong returned the glomp whole heartedly never on to push away a fan.

"WHOA! HEY! TAKE IT EASY!" Ed cried.

"Koi shiteru, Eddu." The teal haired girl smiled up at him.

"Sukidayo, Aaru!" the purple haired girl grinned up at Al.

"What are they saying!" Winry cried, now a bit angry that this unknown girl was all over Ed.

"They're saying that they really like you." a male voice muttered groggily, "They aren't bilinguals like me and my siblings so managing things here is going to be difficult for them."

It's owner was the tall, red headed man, whose golden eyes were currently cast at the floor as he tried to collect himself.

"Aaru, suki desu, translates to, 'Al, you're my favorite character.'" He mumbled as he rubbed is eyes, "Eddu, Aamstrongu, koi shiteru, suki desu, translates to, 'Ed, Armstrong, I love you, you're my favorite characters.'"

"Ugh…remind me to make translators for those two." Another male voice said thickly as Al swayed on his feet at the declaration of love from the girl still clinging to his neck.

It's owner, a man with dark brown hair and forest green eyes behind wire rimmed glasses, was leaning against his knees and massaging his temples.

"Do you mind explaining who you are and where you've come from?" Riza asked firmly, "That's most certainly not English you're speaking."

"Notta problem, Hawkeye." Another male voice said woozily.

It's owner rolling over drowsily and removing the wet rag from his forehead, staring at the very confused conglomeration of people through light blue eyes behind messy black bangs.

"I'm Aizawa Mannen." He drawled, "That over there is my half brother Miyazaki Suo. To his right is our other half brother, Saiko Takaomi and to his left is our youngest half brother, Goto Kazuo."

"At your service." The boy with light brown hair said sleepily, opening his jet black eyes and staring up at Hawkeye, "As for where we come from? Well, I have a feeling you wont bite if I told you."

"Try us anyway." Ed said, still trying to pry the teal haired girl off of him and getting pissed because Armstrong was aiding and abetting her cause.

"Well, we come from Japan in a another dimension." The man identified as Suo said smilingly.

There was a long, loud silence.

"Toldja you wouldn't bite." the teen who called himself Kazuo sighed.

"Aaah-uhm!" Akane said, making weird faces as she spoonfed her nephew, "Here's comes th' airplane! Aaaah-ahm!"

Colonel Hughes watched this display from the teen he knew as only as Byakko fromthe safety of the doorway, smiling to himself.

"No matter how awful first impression may be, you must always take another look." He thought, thinking back on the of the times when he spoonfed his own daughter, "Miss Byakko is very kind beneath thatbrash exterior."

Not wanting to add any matching bruises to the one on his cheek, he left the doorway and went to his library, thinking to himself:

"I wonder what an air-plane is…I must look into it."

Swiping the excess baby food off Aki's face with the cushioned spoon she had borrowed, she listened with heightened awareness to the sounds of the man shuffling around upstairs as she fed Aki.

"Shorty, I don't care if this guy gave you food." She muttered to the one and a half year old, "The moment yer done? We're leavin'."

Aki looked at his aunt, cocking his head to the side like a puppy.

"Uh-uh." Akane growled, coming so close their noses touched, "Don't even try usin' that look. I invented that look."

Aki laughed and rubbed her cheeks with sticky, mashed carrot covered fingers.

"…just my luck." Akane snarled, pushing away from her nephew's giggling form to begrudgingly use the faucet.

(A/N: What will happen next? R&R to find out peeps!)
Translations:

"Kuh-Kuh-KAASAN?" – "Muh-Muh-MOTHER?"

"WATASHI? YOKU IU-YO!" – "ME? HOW DARE YOU!"