Chapter 7 – Battle on the Train Part I

A train sped by on a bridge over a river.

"Dad, we're going so fast! This is great!" A young girl sat with her brothers and parents in a private compartment.

"Ha, ha, ha!" The father, a tall blond man said. "Don't get too excited or you'll wear yourself out. Now remember … you promised that you'd play with me when we got there!"

"But what about you work dear?" His wife asked, looking at her husband.

"I finally got this vacation. I don't see the harm in forgetting work for awhile and spending time with my family."

The compartment door opened.

"You're General Hakuro, right?" A man asked, pointing a gun at the blond man.

"Who are you people? You're rude …"

"Sorry for disturbing your family gathering, General," another voice said. A man with an eye patch and black hair tied back entered the compartment. "The vacation's over. From here on, it will be a trip of trills and despair."

XXX

"The Hijacked Train was Limited Express No. 04840, departing from New Optain."

Two military officers were walking down a hallway. The one who had just spoken was a young woman with long blond hair tied in two pigtails with green eyes along with glasses. Her companion was a taller male with blond hair with a piece of hair sticking up and blue eyes with glasses.

"This is the work of the 'Blue Squad,' a group of eastern extremists," the woman continued in an accented voice.

"Any statements?" the man spoke for the first time.

"We received a manifesto. Would you like me to read it?"

"No, that's alright. Let me guess …" the opened the door into an office full of people rushing around. "I'm sure it's full of kind words for the military."

"Bloody wanker, how's he know …" the woman muttered, glancing down at her clipboard.

"They want us to release their leader. We've got him in prison," the man speaking had long light brown hair and green eyes.

"How predictable. So is the General really on board?"

"We've verifying that right now but that's a possibility," the male standing near the brunette had dark brown hair with a strand sticking up, glasses and violet eyes.

"Man, what's a hero to do? I got a date for this evening," the blond man said.

"It wouldn't hurt to have an overtime date with us once in a while," a man with light blond hair with a cross in it and dull blue eyes said, looking up from a paper.

"I guess the General's going to have to sacrifice himself so we can wrap this up right away," the first blond said, sighing.

"Colonel, I have a list of passenger's," the man with light brown hair passed the paper to the colonel who read over it.

"Ah … old man Hakuro is really on board with his family," the speaker had wild short blond hair and blue eyes and was reading from over the blond man with glasses' shoulder.

"Good grief … I'm sure he knew that the situation out East is unstable and yet he comes here for vacation …" his eyes fell onto something lower down on the paper's page. "… Hold on, everybody! The hero knows a way we can all go home earlier than we thought! The Fullmetal Alchemist is onboard," he finished smirking, looking up at his subordinate's faces.

XXX

Gilbert snored as he slept, lying on a seat while his being watched by his brother and two terrorists.

"… how can this brat sleep through all of this?" One asked poking the albino with his gun. "Hey! Wake up!"

All he got in return was a snore.

"Why you …" the terrorist said, "act more like a hostage, you little runt!"

Gilbert's eyes snapped open as he got off the seat, an angry look on his face.

"What? You got a problem or something?" The terrorist asked as the teenager put his hands on the gun and turned it into a trumpet. "What the hell is this!" He then yelled as Gilbert kicked him in the face.

Ludwig sighed, face palming.

The second terrorist pointed his gun at Gilbert. "That was dumb, kid," he said, "we were ordered to shoot all resisters. I don't want to shoot a runt like you, but …" he was stopped by Ludwig who grabbed the gun and pointed away from his brother and other civilians.

"Okay, okay, the two of you should just calm down."

"What?" He yelled at the suit of armor. "You want to fight us … too?" Gilbert than kneed him in the face and proceeded to beat the terrorist up.

"YOU CALL ME RUNT? A DWARF? A LITTLE PERSON!" Gilbert yelled.

"Big bruder! Big bruder! If you don't stop, he'll die!"

Gilbert stopped, holding the man by his shirt and thought for a bit before turning to his brother pointing at the man.

"So, um … who are these guys?"

Ludwig sighed think; 'So he was just subconsciously reacting to the world "runt" …'

After filling Gilbert in on what had happened during his nap, the elder Beilschmidt turned to questioning the two now captive terrorists for information.

"Besides us, there are two more in the engine room and four more in the first-class car guarding the General," the second terrorist said. "There are four in the coach car standing guard in different locations."

"And the rest?" Gilbert asked, holding up a fist with his metal arm.

"That's it! Really! There's no more!" The tied up terrorist said, panicking.

The other passenger's were angry at the brothers.

"There's still ten more of them!"

"What're you going to do now? When they hear about you beating up their men, they might come to retaliate …!"

"If somebody was more mature, this might have ended peacefully …" Ludwig said, giving his brother a pointed glare, sighing.

"You can't move forward if you keep regretting the past!" Gilbert yelled, annoyed. "What's done is done. I'll go above. West, you take them from below."

"Ja, ja."

"Wh-who are you guys?" A man asked as Gilbert started to climb out of the window. The albino turned to face the passengers.

"We're Alchemists," he answered with a grin.

After one small accident with the wind pressure that nearly blew Gilbert off the train, the State Alchemist stood on top of the train and looked around.

"… Hup. Well, then, why don't I give it a shot!" He said, starting to run on the train top.

XXX

A terrorist stood up a phone booth on the train.

"Hey, weird! Our men in the back aren't responding," he said, hanging up. "I'll go check it out."

"Alright," another terrorist replied.

The first man started walking towards the rear cars.

"… man … they're supposed to call in to report …" he looked up to see a large suit of armor standing in front of him. He yelled, firing rounds from his gun at Ludwig.

"Wait a sec … it's gonna ricochet …" Ludwig warned and sighed when the terrorist cried out in pain, grabbing the leg which now had a bullet wound. "Oh … I'm too late, huh?"

The second terrorist came out to where Ludwig was. "Hey what's … the big … Yaah!" He yelled and fired his gun at the armor.

"Th-the ricochet! Aggh! Are you guy's stupid?"

XXX

"Hey Bald," a man turned to the dark haired terrorist. "Contact with the rear cars has ceased. What does that mean?"

"… There's someone onboard," Bald replied.

"That's ridiculous. We took care of all the guards and we've cut all communication to the outside. There's no way a passenger could ever call for help …"

"Did one of us turn traitor?"

"Couldn't be?"

"Hmph," Hakuro said. "You're nothing but a bunch of trash. You fall apart as soon as you little plan starts to go wrong. Things aren't going how you want. Now's the time to start thinking about surrender … you slime."

A gun shot rang throughout the compartment and the two children screamed as Hakuro grabbed the part of his ear where he had been shot.

"Don't speak until spoken to," Bald said, showing from under his coat that his left arm was an auto-mail gun. "Next time the hole won't be so little," he paused hearing something on the roof and fired his gun several times.

To be Continued …

Well let's see America's as Mustang and his group as appeared. I would like to thank SilverTrain for some of her ideas for Mustang's group. Even if you know who is who I'll give you the names; First Lieutenant Alice Kirkland (Fem!England), Second Lieutenant Simon Densen (Denmark), Second Lieutenant Lukas Bondevik (Norway), Warrant Officer Roderich Edelstein (Austria), Sergeant Major Toris Laurinaitis (Lithuania) and Colonel Alfred F. Jones (America). Just a warning; some characters will have other parts in this story (some genderbent, some not just to warn you if you see a repeat of a character)

I also hope that I have done every character justice in this story. This is my first time writing most of these characters like Denmark and Norway so I really hope I didn't make it OOC.

I would also like to say that I am glad at all of the positive feedback. Also just to let all of you know the next two chapters are almost done being typed up so the next chapter should be up tomorrow evening at the earliest.

Well thank you to everyone who has read this story and enjoyed it.