Yawning, the blonde nineteen year old sat up in his hotel bed. He looked over at the wall calendar beside his bed and sighed. He had been told that November 27th meant Thanksgiving—which in Edward's mind meant a plethora of food—but Miles had corrected him by saying that holiday was American only. The British people gave thanks by having a Harvest Festival, and it had unfortunately occurred in September, which had been two long months ago. At that moment, Edward's stomach gave a loud growl voicing its' displeasure.

"Shut up... I'm going to eat soon, I just gotta go find Al first," Edward hissed, seizing the tranquil moment of peace to beckon his brother to him. "AL!!! What's for breakfast?" The young man quickly pulled on some clothes and rushed downstairs towards the smell of kippers. But to his surprise—and disgust—he found his younger brother with his head in his hands, apologizing to the staff under his breath. Ed had completely forgotten about them staying in a hotel in London. He had gotten drunk last night, so it wasn't exactly his fault. And today he had a horrible headache, due to his slight hangover.

"... Sorry Al. I forgot about being here. Where's Noah?" Edward asked as he sat down on the opposite end of the table, trying to hide his embarrassment as much as he could. Alphonse looked up from his menu and pointed to the phone booth located outside of the building.

"She's phoning the operator to find out where we can get a map that'll show us how to get back to Munich... and who knows what else. Strange to say but, she reminds of Rosé from back home." Al commented, looking away in somewhat of a trance, probably remembering Rosé. Ed nodded in agreement as he absentmindedly ordered French toast and eggs.

When the food came, the former state alchemist couldn't hide his excitement over finally being able to fulfill his growling stomach's wishes... even though only a few minutes had passed. Stuffing as much food into his watering mouth, Ed heard the faint sound of footsteps coming over to them. Ignoring them for the moment, he took a gulp of orange juice and caught the glimpse of a hand before he felt it come into contact with his head.

"Ed! Didn't your mother ever teach you manners? It's only polite to say hello to 'strangers'! And Al, I didn't expect you to do the same as your elder brother here! It must run in the family" the familiar voice of Noah teased. Grumbling, Edward went straight to the point, wanting to avoid any awkward conversation this early in the morning.

"Never mind that, did you get the directions? That's what I want. It isn't Amestris we're talking about... I don't even fully understand this world yet. It's pretty screwed up. Nazis, Jews, Aryans... it all confuses me to no end. So...?" the blonde man demanded.

His answer came in the form of a sheet of paper; a copied text of what roads to take, vehicles needed, and obstacles that might get in their way. After glancing over it, Edward shoved the paper in his younger brother's general direction, and muttered about the first line of text being a given fact... he had already known they would have to get some sort of boat to get across the English channel and back over to France.

"So... what are we wasting our time here for? We need to get going, you two!" Ed exclaimed, throwing the remnants of his crumbs away, grabbing his coat and ushering his two companions out the door. We're coming home Winry... General Mustang... Second Lieutenant Hawkeye... everyone...and nothing's going to get in our way...

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Again, none of this belongs to me; characters, series in general, copyright (©), etc. Also, I would like to say that I do 'own' Miles for the sake of this fan fiction. You may not steal him in any way. And, I say "former state alchemist", because while on Earth, alchemy does not exist. Fin (end of this chapter... no, the story itself is not over yet!). XD