"Fullmetal Alchemist: The Second World War"

By cdc100

Summary: Edward, Alphonse and their friends are transported to Earth and help the Allies defeat the Nazis and the Axis Powers.

Disclaimer: This is a work of pure non-profit fan fiction. I do not own any of the characters, their weapons, their abilities, or any of their universes, nor do I own any of the lyrics that will appear in later chapters, or any of the products mentioned in the story such as Coca-Cola, or Playstation.

Chapter One

"Resembool and the Uranium Bomb"

In the rural area of Amestris, in a small town called Resembool, two young boys were making their way toward the entrance of a house that had a sign in front of it, which said "Rockbell's Automail." Both boys had blond hair. One, who looked to be the oldest, had long bangs, a long, braided ponytail, and golden brown eyes. He was wearing a long brown trenchcoat and white gloves. The second boy had had darker hair, tied back in a ponytail, shorter bangs, brown eyes, and a black jacket and pants with a red hooded cloak and white gloves.

The younger boy walked until he was about twenty-five feet form the door, and stopped.

"Hey, Edward."

The older boy stopped walking.

"Yeah, Alphonse?"

"Aren't you wondering how Aunt Pinako and Winry will react?"

Edward scoffed.

"Is that a trick question?"

Edward took a few more steps toward the door and looked back at Alphonse.

"I just hope that Winry doesn't throw that torque wrench like the last three times we came home."

"We've been gone for a long time. I think she's matured past that by now."

Edward chuckled.

"I hope so. I've still got a bruise from the last one."

It was Alphonse's turn to chuckle.

"Okay, Ed. Now I know you're exaggerating."

Alphonse walked ahead of Ed, and knocked on the door. Ed walked off to the side of the steps and leaned against the railing. Moments after Alphonse knocked, the door opened, revealing a small, old lady with her hair tied back into a narrow bun. She had a pipe between her teeth, but there was no smoke. She looked up at Alphonse.

"Al? What a pleasant surprise!"

Just then, Al could hear pounding on the stairs, and knew that Winry was coming down. There she stood, the beautiful blonde girl in her usual worker's outfit with her trademark wrench in hand.

"After what happened at Central, we didn't expect you to come back."

Al shrugged.

"It took a lot of thinking, but we found a way back."

Winry looked puzzled.

"'We'?"'

Al gestured over his shoulder to his brother, who was still leaning against the rail.

Ed turned his head to look at his family friends.

"E… Edward?" asked Winry.

"Hey, Winry, Granny." said Ed, leaving the railing and coming up the steps. "Long time no see."

As Ed stood in front of Winry, he saw that he was now just a little bit taller than she was.

"Edward…" said Winry.

"Yeah, Winry…?" asked Ed.

The answer that Ed got was a big hug from Winry.

"I never thought I'd see Alphonse again, Edward. Least of all, you."

"Well… I'm back now, Winry."

Ed let out a small groan when Winry released his right arm from her grip.

"What is it, Ed?" asked Winry.

"My arm… it was damaged a little on the way back here. One of the screws got stripped when I was fighting, and now my elbow's joint is all messed up."

Winry grinned a bit.

"Come on inside, Ed. We'll get you fixed up."

"And after that, we can eat," said Pinako.

Ed walked inside and set his briefcase next to the door. He then took off his traveling coat and set it on a coat rack. He took off his gloves and put them in his pockets. Winry turned around and noticed that Ed was wearing a flesh-toned glove on his right hand.

"Ed? What is that on your hand?"

"What?"

"You're wearing a glove on your right hand."

"Oh. I used to wear it all the time when I had those rocket-propelled prosthetic attachments. I thought people might be a little freaked out by my arm. Prosthetics are still a fairly new concept on Earth."

"I guess we're more technologically advanced than I thought," said Winry.

Ed settled himself into a chair on one side of the room.

"I'm not in a hurry to go anywhere, Winry. Take as long as you need."

Winry shook her head.

"Once again, you forget who you're dealing with here, Ed."

Ed laughed.

"Yeah, I guess I have. You're the best automail mechanic there is."

Pinako came up to Ed and examined his left leg.

"Ed, how have you been walking? Your legs seem to have grown quite a bit while you were gone."

"Well, I haven't been able to adjust my leg, so I found some moldings to put on my feet. They evened my legs out. But it's been kind of hard walking with them."

"Well, we'll fix that."

When Ed's arm and leg had been removed for maintenance, Pinako gave him the same prosthetic he used to get around.

"Thanks for the replacement, auntie."

"No problem, kiddo. We'll have your arm and leg ready for you by tomorrow morning. In the meantime, why don't you sit down, and make yourself comfortable."

Ed stood from where he was sitting.

"I actually was hoping to stop by mom's grave. It'll probably only be for an hour or so."

"You just got back, Ed!" said Winry.

"I know. But her grave isn't in Germany, so…"

"Okay, okay," said Winry. "I get the picture. Just hurry back."

"Don't worry. I will."

Ed then grabbed his overcoat, and began walking the path to the Resembool Cemetery. On his way there, he began replaying the events of the past few years before they returned in his head.

As Ed and Al were riding in the back of the truck, they were planning on their next course of action.

"What are we going to do now, Ed?" asked Al.

"The first thing we have to do is find that uranium bomb and get rid of it. But we need to hurry," said Ed. "Even though the Putsch was a failure, I doubt that the German Polizei will be able to hold Hitler and his flunkies forever. If they get their hands on that bomb, all Hell will break loose."

"So, what's the plan?"

"I think the best place to start looking is Berlin. If somebody wanted to take a nuclear weapon to the government, it would only make sense to go to the nation's capital."

Al chuckled.

"You know, you certainly know a lot about this country."

"Well, that can happen when you practically live in it for two years."

After a few more hours, the truck came to a stop, and the other people that were in the back with Ed and Al had gotten off.

"Hey, kid," said the driver.

"Yes, sir?" asked Ed. He looked at the driver and who must have been his wife. He looked a lot like Scar, except without the X-shaped scar on his forehead, and she looked like Lust, but her skin wasn't so pale.

"This is where I stop."

"Wait. Uh… how far is Berlin?"

"It's north about twenty miles."

"Okay. If you take us there, we'll pay you, and compensate you for the gas."

The man scowled at first, but then let out a small grin.

"Deal."

With that, the man's wife got out of the truck and began walking up a driveway. As soon as she was a good distance away, the man stepped on the gas pedal, and they headed to Berlin.

"Do we really have enough for that?"

"Don't worry, Al. I emptied out my account before we left Munich."

Al nodded his head, and decided to change subjects.

"Hey, it just occurred to me. If the government somehow got ahold of that uranium bomb, then there's a good chance it'll be heavily guarded."

"Yeah?"

"Well, we normally fight using alchemy, and here, alchemy doesn't work. So, what are we gonna do if there comes a time when we have to fight?"

"I didn't actually think that far ahead, Al. But, you know, I think there might be a way to make alchemy work in this world."

"Hmm? How do you figure that?"

"Well, before I came back to Amestris, I found a transmutation circle on the floor of that building where you sent that suit of armor through. When I placed my hands on it, it activated."

"Really?"

"And when you think about it, it does make sense. Here, science is dominated by the laws of physics. Our world is dominated by the science of alchemy. And the laws of physics still apply in our world. Given that, how can we say that alchemy can't be used here? I mean, just because it may not work the same way doesn't mean it can't still apply."

"I see your point. Equivalent exchange. If alchemy and physics both work in our world, then there's no reason that both physics AND alchemy shouldn't work here."

"And just before we left Munich, I had a lead on how we could do just that…"

"Okay, I'll bite. What was it?"

"Long before our time, there was a man named Nicolas Flamel. He was born in 1330 and lived until the early 1400s."

"What does he have to do with alchemy?"

"I was getting to that. While he was alive, nobody knew much about him, but after he died, he gained recognition as an alchemist. Authorities discovered research notes in his study. That research was on creating the Philosopher's Stone. Now, authorities say that Flamel's research was a complete failure… It wasn't."

"How do you know?"

"I found some research papers in a museum in Munich. They were written by Flamel. Do you remember how alchemists write all of their notes in a special code?"

"Yeah. Like Dr. Marcoh's cook book?"

"Yeah. It took a bit of deciphering, but I was able to find what Flamel was hiding. His research confirms that making a Philosopher's Stone is possible, even though he has never made one himself."

"So you're saying…"

"If making a Philosopher's Stone is possible, it would be kind of backwards if alchemy wasn't also possible."

"Ed… do you still have those research papers?"

"Actually, before we left Munich, I turned them back in to the library. But before I did that, I copied down a few things that would be good for us to know."

"Could I see it?"

Ed fumbled through the pockets of his coat and drew out a long sheet of notes. He handed to Al, who took it in his hand and quickly began reading it.

After the next hour, the truck came to a stop.

"Here you are, kid. Welcome to Berlin."

Edward hopped off the back of the truck.

"Hey, Alphonse. Our stop's right here."

"Coming."

Al rolled up the paper and put it in his pocket. He then jumped out of the back with Ed, who made his way to the driver's side of the truck.

"Okay, sir. How much do we owe you?"

The man smiled.

"It's free of charge, kid."

"Are you kidding?" asked Ed, looking slightly taken aback.

"I heard some of the conversation you and your brother were having back there. I hope you find what you're looking for."

"Look, sir. I know you're trying to be generous, but equivalent exchange is one of the principles I live by. If it's not to you I owe something today, it'll just be someone else tomorrow."

"Kid, look at the big picture. With the Treaty of Versailles and the German economy the way it is right now, how much difference is a couple hundred marks going to make?"

Edward frowned.

"A lot more difference than giving two complete strangers a ride free of charge."

The man frowned.

"Well, maybe so. Okay, I'll take your money, but I do so out of protest."

"So noted," answered Ed. "Where we're going, you could use it a lot more than we could, anyway."

The stranger let out a weak smile.

"Good luck to both of you."

The man backed his truck around, and went back the way he came.

"Good luck… Scar," said Ed, when he knew the driver was out of earshot.

He turned around, and gestured for Al to follow.

"So, what did you do during the years you were gone, brother?"

"Not now, Al," said Ed.

"Well, I never had the chance to ask you before. And now that nobody's listening in, we have a good chance to talk about it."

Ed shrugged.

"I started working on rocketry with my father and a man named Dr. Olbert. He had an apprentice that looked like you, only he had blonde hair and blue eyes. His name was Alphonse Heidrich."

"Looked… like me?"

"Yeah. You'd never believe it, but I found tons of people that looked like people we know. I found a man who looked like Fuhrer Bradley, a woman that looked like Gracia Hughes, a man that looked like Lieutenant Colonel Hughes, a whole slew of lookyloos."

"Did you find anyone that looked like… her?" asked Al.

"Winry, you mean?" Ed looked downtrodden. "No. And even if I did, I doubt she would look exactly the same, or have the same personality."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, the truth is, the Maes Hughes that I met here was kind of a jerk. And the man that looked like the Fuhrer was the nicest man you'd ever meet."

"Well, so was the Fuhrer, before we found out he was a homunculus."

"True, but didn't you see how the owners of the truck that dropped us off here looked almost exactly like Scar and Lust, and yet they harbored no ill will against us?"

Al shrugged.

"I guess you got me there."

They walked a few more steps before Al asked yet another question.

"So, where do suggest we start looking for the bomb?"

"Do you know how much security the standard government building has at nighttime?"

"I'd say minimal, at best."

"We are going to take Flamel's research and study it until we get it right. If I'm right, it'll be just like when we were kids and we learned alchemy at the snap of a finger. When we get it right, then we can start looking for the bomb. We'll look by nightfall. If we must do it by day, we'll do it on a low profile."

"Okay. Let's find some place to stay."

With that, they set off looking for an inn.

To Be Continued…