I hungrily patrolled the shelves. We were headed up North soon. But I wanted to get some reading down. It felt like ages since I'd read a good book! I mean, most were informational, sure, but they were books! Seeing Ed already looking for Al, I sadly shelved my history book and tagged along after him.

Ed and Al were caught by Seliem. He was a little confused about me, but then remembered something his 'father'—Hell, no! His 'brother!'—had told him and knew who I was. He wasn't as excited as he was about the brothers, but he said I was very pretty. Even knowing what he was, I was flattered. He'd been around for how long? A few centuries most likely, so he'd probably seen his fair share of girls come and go, so it must've been rare for him to comment on one!

I don't even know what happened. We were supposed to be going North, but… we were taken to the Fuhrer's house. Not that it wasn't nice, but… Ed and I both wanted to be on our way. Let's leave it at that. I'm straining to be nice here… I want to go… now… Polite, must be polite! I thought, my mind in turmoil.

Jane could sense how I wanted to be moving around, but was forced to sit still. She'd never been trained, but knew to sit still. She sat on my lap, puttering away like a mini-machine gun covered in fluffy gray and white fur.

All attention was on the brothers, and I was grateful. I was never one for being the center of interest. Even thinking about how lucky that was jinxed it.

"So, Annabeth, where are you from?" the Fuhrer's wife smiled at me.

"Uh…" I could feel myself blushing. What, no back-up, Ed? Al? Fat lot of help you are! "Not from around here, if you couldn't tell from my appearance!" I laughed nervously. "I just sort of drift from place to place, but Amestris seemed really nice, especially when I met these two lunk-heads! I just had to stay for a while, learn a bit about this country!" I forced out of my constricted throat.

"Your race must be very beautiful then, Annabeth. I'm jealous! Just look at your snow-white skin, your raven-black hair, and your lovely eyes!"

"Raven? That's one word for it I guess… We always called it pitch, oil, or tar, because it seems to absorb light or fracture it into the spectrum."

"Well it looks like raven feathers now. It's very shiny." Al offered.

"You flatter me, but I still call it pitch or tar. Normally tar." I said flatly.

"Dad says you like to sing! Is that true?"

"Seliem!"

"Nah, it's okay. Yes, I love to sing. I especially like songs from one country I visited, our neighbor. I live across the sea on an islandic country. Our closest neighbor is a little bigger than us, and very technologically advanced. But their music is amazing. I idolize a few of their singers there." I nodded.

"Really? What are their names?"

"Well, the youngest is Ruko Yokune. But she's only just been introduced, so she doesn't have many songs out. I know more by Rin and Len Kagamine. They're called freaks of nature, because they're identical twins."

"How does that make them freaks of nature?" Al asked pointedly.

"Rin's a girl, but Len's a boy." I smiled.

"That is freaky." Ed conceded.

"Can you sing a song, please?"

Everyone looked at me. "Ah, looks like I've got no choice." I sighed, standing up.

I cleared my throat and began singing.

"Go across the sea of one-thousand fathoms, now I'll dedicate this song to you! Since the day I met you, you're the only one I love. The days we have been separated rip all of our memories. If you are still there under that tree, I'll definitely go there to meet you, going across the sea… Lapping of waves sounds wistfully, I can meet you beyond the sound of the surf far away… I'll play, believing that, now, I can hear that song! How many nights do I have to get through to see you? Ah, may the song go across the sea of one thousand fathoms and get to you whom I ardently long for! The beautiful small stone you gave me, it the shows the future of ours. You'll be by my side and tenderly smile… I do not want to awake from a dream in the morning… The shore of yellow sand goes on forever, blown by the wind, it makes my eyes blurry. I want to believe that I can see you someday. Hey, can you hear this song? How many nights do I have to count to see you? Ah, may the song get on the shore sand of thousands of miles, and get to you who have been waiting for me! Lapping of waves sounds wistfully, I can meet you beyond the sound of surf far away… I'll play believing that, now, I can hear that song! How many nights do I have to get through to see you? Ah, may the song go across the sea of one-thousand fathoms and get to you whom I ardently long for!" I sang clearly, mostly as Len.

I was met with a small applause. "You're very good! But why does the song sound like they've been separated?"

"For a long period of time, they were. Our two countries went to war, and Len was drafted. That was before the peace-treaty, and our union as twin sister countries. Len had been a warrior before, so he was one of the first sent to the field. Our two countries start drafting age at thirteen, because we don't use guns, but our hands, swords and daggers. So most are trained from birth to fight. I'm an experienced warrior myself. I even met Len on the battle-field. He's very good, but His sword was a size too large for him. He's about Ed's size, but his blade was the average size for eighteen-year-old kids. I almost sliced him to ribbons. I didn't know who it was then, otherwise I wouldn't have done so. When we met again a year later, we made amends. Rin was a little icy towards me at first, but that's understandable. I tried to cut her brother up, so I think it only natural.

"But anyways, as soon as Len returned to his country, he and Rin wrote that song. They never intend to get married, and want to grow old together." I pulled a crumpled picture out of my pocket. "This is Len here, and this is Rin."

"Wow, you're a good artist!" Ed said, leaning back. "If you're far enough away, it looks like a photo!"

"Yeah, but I kinda screwed up. Ya see, in the war, Len and I both dropped our swords, and we forgot all of our training, so just started punching each other. His nose is straight in this picture." I said, pointing delicately to the blonde boy's face.

"You broke his nose?" gasped Seliem.

"It was that or be strangled to death. I chose to punch him as hard as I could in the nose and it worked. I still have a bruise here." I pointed to a small purple ring around my neck. It was actually from fighting with my brother and wearing a chain-necklace at the same time, but Ed and Al weren't supporting me at all, so I had to lie!

"Wow!" Ed said, looking impressed.

"You never told us that!" agreed Al.

"Does it hurt?" asked Mrs. Bradley.

"Not often. Only from time to time and when it's very hot out. I'm used to it." I smiled warmly.

We eventually got out of there. When we did, I turned on the boys. "Why!" Punch Ed. "The hell!" Smack Al. "Didn't you!" Kick Ed's rib-cage. "Help me!" Throw Al over my shoulder. "I really could've used some help there! I knew you couldn't depend on the male species!"

"Species?" spluttered Ed, getting painfully up.

"Yes! Species! You are an entirely different species that we females are superior to! Now, do we have a train to catch?" I huffed.

Should I tell them? Should I tell them about my… wings? I thought nervously.

Yes. Wings. Small, covered in downy purple feathers, but wings.

I was growing wings and my eyes were turning purple and my hair turning white.