The time, was 1914, the day of the Solar Elclipse.

It was just bare moments after the Fullmetal Alchemist had disappeared in a blaze of Alchemical blue light. No one dared to breath, as they looked on with hope with anticipation of the return of the Elric brothers. Once they returned, Izumi mentally promised to herself to drag the two of them to a hospital, whether the older one liked it or not, and tearful reunion be damned. That could wait.

As a dazzling blue light lit up in the middle of the circle Edward had drawn only minutes prior, for what was hopefully the last time, Izumi squinted at the light, hoping to catch a glimpse of her idiot ex-apprentices, feeling far too impatient to wait for the light to die down even if she knew she was possibly going to blind herself by staring at the light for too long a time.

Luckily, Izumi didn't have to wait long, for a few seconds later, the light dimmed to a glow, before dying out completely. A lone bundle lay in the middle of the circle. Next to her, Hohenheim swallowed. One of his sons hadn't come home. Who it was, was the next question. Was it his eldest son? Or was it his youngest? Fear wracked his mind. He had failed to protect his sons. Why hadn't Edward listened to his offer to sacrifice himself? What would Trisha say to him?

The bundle shifted slightly, before a shine of gold peeked through the cloth.

Making his way to the center of the circle, Izumi supporting him there, Hohenheim nearly cried when he saw his youngest son, his human son. No more of the cold metal armour that had been Alphonse's body for years. His eldest son had done it. But where was he?

"Alphonse...?" Hohenheim said cautiously, as said person's eyes fluttered open, blinking in recognition as he caught sight of his father.

"D-dad...?" He asked, Hohenheim noting the distraught tone in his voice.

"Yes, it's me, Alphonse."

"Dad... Edward, he..." Alphonse choked out, tears brimming in his eyes as his father brought him into a hug. "He's still out there, I need to find him! I promised him!"

Further away, although close enough to hear the exchange, Mustang's brows furrowed in sadness. Even after so many years, fate seemed to like to mess with the brothers.

He could hear Hawkeye muttering under her breath, possibly her own thoughts on the matter at hand. Although he was now blind, even he could sense the sadness radiating off the Lieutenant.

The previous battleground fell silent, in respect for the Fullmetal Alchemist.

"I'm sorry Trisha, wait for me, just a little longer..."

0o0

It was the year 1915, Autumn.

Alphonse had healed up nicely over the course of the last few months, although he had constantly insisted he needed to get out and look for his brother, who may or may not be alive on the word of the Truth. Although it probably wasn't the smartest thing to believe the Truth, Alphonse was determined to cling onto whatever lead he had on his brother.

Winry looked on sadly as Alphonse picked up his suitcase, everything he needed for his journey packed inside.

"So... You're really leaving?" She asked, Alphonse pausing in the pulling on of his shoes.

"Yeah, I am." He smiled back. "After all, brother is out there somewhere, waiting for me. The Colonel said he was going to help me however he could. Mr Zanpano and Mr Jerso said they were going to help me too."

"Hey, Al?"

"Yes?"

"What if... Ed really is... You know..."

"Of course not!" Winry's head snapped up, shocked by Alphonse's sudden outburst. "Brother isn't die! I can feel it! Our souls are still connected, and I can feel his somewhere out there! I just need to find him!"

"You're right... Ed can't die! He's looked at death in the face and insulted it too many times!" Winry joked, trying to lighten the mood before she was serious once again. "Just... Be careful out there, alright? And once you find Ed, drag him back here so I can yell at him for ruining my Automail, alright?"

"I'll be sure to do that!"

The last Winry saw of him that day was his back against the sunlight.

0o0

The year was 1918, Spring.

Mustang had slowly been climbing up the ranks to become Führer in order to change the country, just like he had promised to Doctor Marcoh when he had healed his eyes and given him back his sight.

As of now, he held the rank of a General, and Ambassador for Foreign Affairs, the last no thanks to the senile old man also known as Führer Grumman.

Who gave Grumman that idea? Mustang just couldn't wait for the day he became Führer. Aside from changing the country, he'd have more people to boss around. Not to forget changing the female military uniform to have tiny miniskirts.

Goung back to the point, being the Ambassador for Foreign Affairs meant that Mustang would have to constantly leave the country whenever the situation called for it. He had already been out of the country to deal with trading businesses with the other countries several times to discuss with the other Ambassdors.

However, he did notice something strange, thanks to him being more appreciative of his eyesight which allowed him to notice other things he had never have bothered noticing before.

Whenever he was in the Government building in any country, he'd always notice either a young lady or man, more of the latter, walking around. They might have been Government officials, but their choice of clothing and strange mannerisms seemed to contradict that thought. Plus, they always had a certain... Feeling to them.

Also, upon asking some of the staff, they'd always have a small, secret smile of amusement play out on their lips as they always say the same thing. "Someone special."

Now, he was in England.

The man he met here appeared to be in his early twenties. He had mop of blond hair that fell messily, and he had the hugest pair of eyebrows Mustang had ever seen on a person. The strangest thing however, was that his forest green eyes looked far too old on his person. Mustang would have expected those kind of eyes on an extremely old man, who had seen too much of war.

He had spoken once to the man, who had introduced himself as Arthur Kirkland. Arthur had seemed surprised that Mustang was from Amestris, before chuckling, as if laughing at an inside joke that only he knew of.

He later explained that his adopted brother was from Amestris, and Mustang would probably 'see him soon in the near future', as he had put it, if he didn't resign in the Government business in next twenty or so years.

Mustang never did get an explanation out of Arthur, who only smiled secretly. "You'll find out in due time." He said.

As Arthur left, Mustang felt that, somehow, he already knew who Arthur's brother was.

Like he had already known him his whole life.

0o0

The year was 1920, Autumn.

Führer Grammar abolished the non-marrige law between two military personnel.

Hawkeye and Mustang were engaged a week later.

Mustang's team was disappointed since they had bet they would have gotten engaged in five minutes, and therefore had lost a hefty sum of money.

Hawkeye was not impressed.

And Grumman... he just looked smug that his granddaughter had gotten hitched.

0o0

The year was 1924, Summer.

It was ten years after the disappearance of the Fullmetal Alchemist. Alphonse, now twenty four years old, mourned the fact he had never found his brother.

Edward, he thought dejectedly, would have been twenty five this year.

It had always been something of a joke between the two brothers, that they would celebrate their twenty fifth birthday with a birthday bash. Only involving lots of Alchemy and sparring.

But it appeared that Alphonse wouldn't be able to celebrate Edward's twenty fifth birthday.

"Hey kid, are you alright?" The youngest of the Elric brothers looked up, seeing Jerso. The man had been traveling with Alphonse along with Zanpano for the past eight years. Initially, the two chimeras had joined Alphonse to try and find a way to return to normal, along with helping him look for his brother. Five years in their journey, they had found a way to return to normal, but they declined in doing so until they helped Alphonse with his own goal.

"Yeah, I am." Alphonse laughed, before sighing sadly. "I just can't help but think that Ed would have been twenty five this year... I wonder how he's doing..."

Jerso shuffled in his spot awkwardly, unsure of what to say to Alphonse since these kind of situations were completely out of his element. He was way better in the fighting business.

"Uh... I'm sure Fullmetal is fine..." Jerso said awkwardly.

Meanwhile, in a different country known as England, a little boy who looked to be about five years old, sneezed.

"Dear me, you haven't caught a cold, have you?"

"Nooo! I think someone's talking about me, since that's what Feli told me!"

"Wait a minute..."

"Bye England!"

"When since have seen Italy?! You didn't even who he was yesterday!"

0o0

The year was 1925, Spring.

A memorial of the missing Fullmetal Alchemist was built in Central City, in respect of him. The people felt that he deserved that much, and more.

Alphonse wasn't as happy, since it made him feel that his brother was truly dead, since memorials were only made for dead people. But since it was made from the goodness of the people, he let it stay.

0o0

The year was 1927, Winter.

The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland officially signed an alliance with Amestris, after years of trade and sending aid when needed.

Amestris now had two Allies: Xing and England.

0o0

The year was 1929, Autumn.

Hohenheim, after the Promised Day, found that when Edward had punched a hole through Father, thus releasing the souls of the Xerxesians, some had been pulled to Hohenheim's own Philosopher's Stone, extending his life once more.

He didn't really mind now. After all, he wouldn't be able to die in peace if he never found out about what happened to his son.

He was in the USA right now.

While there, he met a curious bespectacled young man who felt... off.

He wasn't human either.

However, the strangest thing was that when the young man saw him, he gasped, and started babbling about how he looked like his little brother.

Hohenheim was throughly confused by the end of this.

0o0

The time, was 1930, Spring.

Mustang stepped off the stage, tugging at the collar of the stuffy military suit he war. It wasn't his usual military uniform. It was the kind for extremely formal occasions.

"How did I do?" He asked his wife.

"Führer, sir, I think your speech was excellently delivered." Hawkeye answered back, a smile tugging at her lips. "Congratulations, Führer Mustang."

Mustang couldn't have been happier.

0o0

The time, was 1930, a week after Mustang's Presidential Initiation.

A letter sat innocently on Mustang's desk, market with the seal of the United Kingdom.

Unsealing the envelope, Mustang read it over, and found that it was from one Arthur Kirkland, the man he had met all those years ago in England, and as it had appeared, the advicer to the Prime Minister of England.

It started off with a congratulations and other formal matters, before Arthur writing that he had someone the newly instated Führer had to meet, but as Mustang read the last sentence, he noticed something strange.

I hope you'll enjoy meeting your country.

[A/N Woo! That's a wrap! Man, it was so hard thinking up if the different events that followed the Promised Day! It killed me!Anyway, now that I've been revived and stuff, I've got an idea which I'm certain everyone is going to kill me for, since it seems as if Ed has renounced Al as his brother.So before you brutally kill me, I'll just say the renouncing bit isn't the case! Ed just doesn't remember anything! Also, you'll find what this idea is in the next chapter. Also, no pairings!

Bye bye guys!~ Gwntan12]