Disclaimer-Sorry folks I forgot to put the fact that I don't own Coke, Or Fma or any of the characters names and or places in this story…

Across the World I will Follow

Chapter 2: Girl in the Big City

The skies were overcast, and it was little after noon in the middle of October. The streets of Central were congested with traffic and pedestrians. Among them were many bums, prostitutes, lay abouts, and just plain old dunces of human society. One girl though was different than the rest; she had an air around her that was different. She was walking the streets with a hood over her head, she didn't act like she was going anywhere at all. She was wrapped in a grey poncho the hood on over her head, it stopped just below her waste and you could see her knee length black skirt underneath it.

The streets of Central were cold and desolate especially in the slums, but the girl didn't care. She turned when she reached a building that said. "Tenant House" it was a tall broken building. Shutters were hanging from the bolts on the windows and clotheslines dotted the alleys to the right and left of it. She quickly jumped the steps leading to the door to enter the building. She slid inside and away from the bustling life of the lower city.

The building inside was even worse off. All around garbage and rubble was spread across the floor. She walked towards the back of the building and a short chubby man with red hair waved." Ello' Miss. Romero, How are you today Betty?"

Miss. Romero didn't answer but nodded and walked to the stairs and began her ascent. Tiny sobs could be heard from her as she quickly made her way up the flights of stairs. After a few moments of heavy running she stopped on the 24th floor and turned left. She walked down this hallway for a little while longer until she came to a door. 205 was emblazoned upon it and she fiddled with a key chain and pulled out a small key and placed it in the lock and opened the door quickly. Once inside she immediately shut the door and began locking all of her deadbolts and making sure it was secure. After those moments of frantic movement she walked into her home.

It was a simple home. All around clothes were scattered and bits and pieces of old meals were left on the counters. The carpet was a light green color and the walls a faded lavender. He bed was in the corner near the window. It was a small twin size mattress with green and white polka dotted sheets. In The back of the house near her bathroom was her dresser and on it were pictures. One of the pictures was of her and two other boys, one a blonde and the other a dirty blonde. A few more were like this and one of them in the middle was a picture of her and the blonde boy alone. These pictures were of her life, her past life, as Winry Rockbell.

She pulled of her poncho and her hair could be seen for the first time. It was shoulder length red hair. She had had it redone after she left to throw anyone of her track. On her journey from her home to Central she changed her name to Betty Lynn Romero. She flipped her hair and streaked her hands through it. Then she wiped her shirt which was a deep indigo color with a collar. She went into her kitchen and looked in the refrigerator inside was some left over take out from China O-Mina, Burger Shack, and many other corny restraints throughout Central. She bent down and opened a drawer and pulled out a can of Coke and opened it. She shut the door and walked back into her bedroom/living room area. She sat down on her bed and stroked the rim of the can. She sat their staring at the middle picture then she began to hear voices and saw something that she will never be able to forget.

It was a bright August evening. Winry Rockbell was in an elegant purple dress that had ruffles just a little below the knee. She had a black shawl wrapped around her shoulders and the shawl had pink flowers weaved into its threads. She was walking to the spot that Ed always went too when he returned from his journey. Ed had called her earlier that evening and asked her to come out. So she got ready and went out to meet with him.

When she reached the hill overlooking their whole village she saw the shadow of a young man. He was still wearing his favorite coat. Red emblazoned with a black symbol. She ran to him not giving a care that she was in heels. She ran into him and embraced him. He was not shocked at all and gave back the embrace. She looked up into his eyes."Ed I can't believe your back." She was so happy she was sobbing her long blonde hair had gotten in the way of her face. Ed took his left hand and pushed it out of the way and he placed a tiny kiss upon her forehead.

"I know Winry it's alright." He stroked her hair as she was sobbing in his arms. She slowly stopped and began playing with his braid.

"Ed, will you ever give up looking for the philosophers stone?" Winry looked up at him as she said that as her hand continued to toy with the braid.

Ed looked down at her." I can't just up and quit Winry I made a promise."

"Why not Ed?" She asked stopping her hands with his braid in the shape of a heart she let out a slight romantic sigh.

Ed let go of her and stepped away and turned towards the moon."Just because Winry."

"Why?" She was going to get it out of him if she took all night.

"Winry just because, A damn grease monkey like you would NOT understand!"

Winry was shocked it had been years since Ed had blatantly put down her career like that. It was an insult and yet she was very down trodden about it.

"Well maybe I would've understood if you had let me help you."

"Winry, all you can do is fix my damn arm!" He continued to look away.

Winry was on the verge of tears. ", But Ed wouldn't you leave and stay this way for me? Wouldn't you be happy being what you are?"

Ed walked over to this weeping willow next to him He stood there for a brief moment then he clapped his hands and transformed his arm into a sword. He quickly took strokes at the tree and on it he wrote.

3.Oct.11.

"Ed why must you always flash around the date you burned your house down? You can come back you know you can you have a home. Don't you love me?"

Ed was about up furious at this point his face was full of anger."WINRY HOW COULD I LOVE A GREASE MONKEY WHO GETS IN THE WAY OF MY PLANS! I NEVER LOVED YOU AND NEVER WILL YOU SHOULD GO CRAWL AWAY AND LEAVE ME BE!" he left her like that and walked away. He didn't even turn to look at her.

She watched as he walked away, leaving her heartbroken. She fell to the ground no longer caring that her dress was expensive. She lied her head on the ground and began to cry. She moaned and groaned forever almost more than an hour. By the time she was done, her eye makeup was streaked across her face. She slowly stood up and wiped her dress down. It was about ten so she decided to turn to home. Crying all the way.

Winry was crying again in the present a knock on the door sounded and woke her from her daze. She quickly made way for the door. "What is the law of Equivalent Exchange?"

A gruff voice sounded from the other side of the door."How the hell am I supposed to know…I ain't no damn dog of the Military."

Winry quickly unlocked the doors and let in the man. He was a tall black man he stood well above 6ft 7 his arms were large and muscular. He had no shirt on and a pair of Green jeans. "Bet…He's here…He's in central."

Winry turned away and, looked out the window. " I must get out of here." She quickly went and began packing her things grabbing her sheets and her clothes and her pictures. She grabbed everything of importance her money and her Identification.

"Bronze thank you for your help." Winry gave him a quick hug and then wrapped herself in her poncho and ran off down the stairs.