Russian Rebound Reversal

Chapter 1: The Summoning

Knelt down beside the suit of armor that once was the body that kept his younger brother's soul bound to this world, Edward desperately searched his mind trying to figure out a way to bring Alphonse's body and soul back from the Gate. Al had just sacrificed his own soul for Ed to get his right arm back so he could finally defeat the wretched Father. The young alchemist unclenched his two hands and stared into his palms as if they held the answer.

That's it! Ed thought to himself as a small grin formed on his scratched-up face. He glanced around at the many people that had supported his brother and him on their long and painful journey, then clenched his fists once again and stood up. He looked down at May Chang, who was kneeling down and weeping beside the fragmented, lifeless suit of armor.

"May," Edward called to her. She looked up at him, tears still streaming down her cheeks, "Stand back a little."

All eyes were on Ed as he walked away from where May and Al's former body lay and bent down for a second to pick up a stick on the way to an open spot in the crater formed during the fight with Father, a couple of Briggs soldiers backing away to leave room for the alchemist. In the center of the clearing, Ed contemplatively began scraping the stick against the ground, eventually creating a transmutation circle.

Ling then realized what Ed was trying to do. "Is that-" he began to ask, but quickly turned it into an exclamation, "It's a human transmutation circle!"

Ed tossed the stick to the side. "I'll be back in a few minutes," he stated so everyone could hear, "This is my last transmutation. Stand back and enjoy the show!"

Without delay, two hands instantly clapped together causing a lightning-like reaction and were brought down onto the circle. Edward could faintly hear the shouts of people around him as the transmutation took place.

Apparently, what had happened to Ed afterwards was far from what he had expected. Instead of appearing in front of the entrance to his Portal of Truth and speaking to that Truth bastard so he could get his brother back, he felt as if he was passing through the Gate. Suddenly, the only thing Edward could make out hearing while he was in there were these unusual words that were being recited by a man with a strange accent. One phrase that stood out and was especially strange to Ed was "Dumbledora the Explora."

Now what the hell could that mean? Edward thought to himself as he was being pulled through the Gate.

FMAxAPH 4EVA!

"Dammit! Since I was interrupted before I'll do it at my place this time. Our family's magic is number one in the world. You're no match for me, stupid America," Britain muttered as he strode into the dark, dismal room, holding a book of spells in his right hand. He wore an opaque black cloak over his green military uniform so long that it draped all the way down to the floor.

Earlier, Britain was defeated by Germany by being shot in the head with a rocket, so to get back at him he by led a black magic ritual, complete with a group of cultists and a voodoo doll that resembled Germany suspended over a glowing cauldron. As he mused over how Germany would "learn the power of the dark side which fears no man," America rudely interrupted the gathering, curious at what was going on in the room.

Now, having drawn a pentagram-based circle on the floor of his basement at home, seven lit candles evenly distributed along its circumference, Britain was ready to go for supernatural revenge a second time. He then recited the chant:

"Santo Rita Mita Meada, Ringo Jonah Tito Marlon, Jack La Toya Janet Michael Dumbledora the Explora."

The circle immediately began to glow with a radiant light and slightly blew Britain's hair upwards as if there was a sudden breeze coming out of it. The brightness of the light gradually increased as Britain repeated the chant once again.

"Santo Rita Mita Meada Ringo Jonah Tito Marlon, Jack La Toya Janet Michael Dumbledora the Explora. I've summoned you from the depths of hell. Show yourself!"

The top of a blonde head with a stray hair sticking out of the middle of it began to rise out of the center of the circle, but as the glow faded, it turned out to be an impatient-looking young man with golden eyes and a few bloody scratches on his face that was summoned forth from Britain's spell.

"Just who the bloody hell are you?" the surprised, shocked Brit questioned loudly at the stranger that popped his head out of his floor.

FMAxAPH 4EVA!

Edward could hardly believe what he had seen when he first crossed (well, when his head crossed) to the other side of the Gate. At first it just appeared to be a luminous beacon of light, a bit too glimmering and flaccid-looking to be a reaction from an alchemic transmutation. But the light soon vanished, and who Ed saw before him was a young man wearing a cloak over what appeared to be some kind of military uniform holding a dusty brown book. The man had messy, short blond hair suitable for a punk and mockingly thick and prominent eyebrows that could easily be compared to black caterpillars resting above his green eyes. I wonder if he's the same guy I heard reciting that chant earlier?

"Just who the bloody hell are you?" Mr. Eyebrows bellowed at Ed, momentarily interrupting his thoughts.

Yep it's the guy, he's got the same weird accent, Ed thought, and what an odd way to use the word bloody.

"I think I can ask you the exact same thing, buddy!" Ed angrily retorted back.

Something tells me it's going to be a long while before I get back to Amestris.

FMAxAPH 4EVA!

Bullocks! Of all the things the Underworld could have sent me, it has to be this twit?

"Don't you backtalk me!" Britain scolded, "I summoned you here, so do as I say!"

"What the hell are you trying to pull?" the golden-eyed boy asked harshly, "You didn't summon me here!"

"Of course I did!" the Brit said matter-of-factly, "I recited the spell and drew the magic circle on my floor, which you just happened to have popped your little noggin right out of! I mean, what else could have brought you here?"

"Hey! Don't you dare call me little again, Eyebrows!" the stranger hollered, "And I have no idea what you're blabbering about. Magic circles? Spells? What a load of bullshit! I transmuted myself of my own free will using alchemy, although I didn't expect ending up here."

"What? Are you trying to tell me that your presence here isn't of my doing?" Britain asked as he flipped through the pages of his spell book, "But the spell says-"

"Woah! Back up a bit there. First of all I need to know who you are and where the hell I am since it appears that I'm stuck here for awhile," the young man said as he struggled trying to push himself back through the circle, which obviously wasn't getting him anywhere.

What am I supposed to do? I can't tell this guy I'm a nation. I can't trust him just yet. I guess I'll have to use my human name around him for the time being.

"Alright then, Mr. Pushy. The name's Arthur Kirkland, and you just happened to have ended up in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, or the U.K. for short," Britain answered almost braggingly, gesticulating his arms for emphasis. "Does that answer your question?" he asked as he helped the stranger out of his floor.

"Yea, thanks," the boy responded, "I'm Edward Elric, but just call me Ed, 'kay?". He then paused for a second, "But I never heard of the U.K. Where is it, geographically? Judging by your accent, I bet it's nowhere near where I'm from."

"Huh? You never heard of the U.K?" Arthur asked (ignoring the comment on his accent), his eyes widened in surprise, "How odd. I'm pretty sure even most Americans know about me, uh I mean that country. You sure you never heard of it?"

Idiot! I have to be more careful about keeping my secret from him. He's even making a suspicious look at me. Just keep your cool, Arthur. Maybe he didn't notice or thinks I just tripped over my words or something. Don't make such a fuss.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Ed replied, "Maybe if I got a look at a world map, I'd have a better idea of where I am."

"Hold on a sec, I think I have one around here somewhere," Britain said as he started rummaging around his basement. After a while he stopped at a nearby drawer and pulled a relatively large map out of it. "Ah, here it is. Sorry if it's a bit dusty." He walked over blowing away some dust and handed the map to Ed.

"Hmm. Something's screwy about this map. What are all these countries? Wait a minute," Ed said trying to think for a moment,"Ugh! I'm such an idiot! I should have realized this sooner!"

"What's wrong?" Britain asked.

"I know it's gonna sound crazy Arthur, but I'm not from this world. My guess is that when we performed those transmutations at the same time, there was some kind of disturbance in the Gate I was traveling in and instead I ended up here in this world," Ed explained, "Your world doesn't have the same countries as mine, so that must be the reason why I never heard of any of these countries on this map here like the U.K."

"Wait, you were saying something about a gate. What's that have to do with anything? What exactly were you trying to do in there?" Britain instigated.

"Well, I uh," Ed stammered, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck, "It's kinda hard to explain. I'd pretty much have to literally tell you my life story for it to make any sense to you."

"Really? Well, I've got time. Let's go upstairs and I'll make us some tea so we can discuss this. It's pretty musty in here, anyway."

Britain led Edward up the stairs of his basement. As they were on their way to the kitchen, Britain could see that Ed was glancing around curiously at the numerous artifacts, paintings, and other objects throughout his home.

"Hey Arthur, you mind if I ask you something?" Ed asked as they were passing through the hallway, "Your house is pretty huge, so are you royalty, or anything along those lines? And what up with all these busts and artifacts? They must be well over hundreds of years old."

"Uh, something like that. I'm uh, kind of like a, uh, representative, of this country," Britain managed to answer, "And like you said these artifacts, as well as this house, are hundreds of years old, and because of my high position in my country's government, I get the honor of living in this large estate and get to own things that have to do with its, uh, history and such." Please let this guy buy what I just said.

"Oh, cool." Ed replied, looking somewhat unconvinced, "And can I ask one more thing?".

"Sure. What is it?"

"Uh, you see, on this map you handed me just a while ago, why are there these hearts drawn over one of these countries?"

"What? H-hearts?" Britain asked as he halted in the middle of the hall.

"Yeah, there's little hearts on it. Hold on, I can't see the name that well," He blew the remaining dust off of the map, "They're drawn right on this place called the United States of America. Do you have a girlfriend living there or something?" Ed teased trying to hold back a smirk.

"No! Of course not! I have no bloody idea in the slightest how those got there! Give me that back!" a red-cheeked Britain remarked as he snatched the map back from a grinning Edward.

"Yeah, whatever you say Arthur."

A/N: Thanks everybody who favorited and alerted this story. I really appreciate it! And a very big special thank you to KidStoleMyHeart, SpartanCommander, and XxAxelRoxasXionxX who actually took their time to review my first original chapter. You all deserve a huge cookie! *hands out imaginary cookies to reviewers*

Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist rightfully belongs to the talented Hiromu Arakowa and Hetalia: Axis Powers is the wonderful creation of Hidekaz Himaruya. If I owned FMA, Hughes and Nina would still be alive and Ed would have still been shorter than Winry at the end of the series (I'm so cruel!). If I owned Hetalia, Canada would never be ignored and his "inner France" would be shown very frequently throughout the show. Bye for now!