Ok, Here it is! The rewritten Amestris? I hope its better.

Disclaimer: The sugar-crazed alchemist doen't own FMA.

*EDITED(MORE LIKE REWRITTEN): December 3, 2010*

Chapter One: There's No Place Like Home.

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"Oh my god, this is so boring!" a brown-haired girl cried as she chucked the book she was reading across the room. It hit the wall with a dull thud and landed open on the ground. She stared at it for a moment, as if it was going to retaliate for such abusive treatment. When the book stayed put, she stood up, grumbling.

"This is stupid..." she muttered, looking around her room. Nothing in it seemed catch her attention at the moment and she felt like screaming. The young woman started to pace the small room, for lack of anything better to do. After a few minutes, she stopped to stare at her T.V. She was about to reach for the remote when a voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Alice! Come here please!"

Alice groaned, pushing her hair back. Feeling as though she was about to sell her soul to the devil, she reached for the doorknob. She stopped short as a sharp pain erupted in her head. She stumbled back, bringing a hand to her forehead. She was about to call for her mother when the pain exploded. The her vision went black and she knew no more.

~X~

When Alice first opened her eyes, all she could see was a giant blue blob. She squinted a bit and blue blob became a fuzzy looking sky. She stared at it in confusion for a moment before realizing that the lack of vision was due to her missing glasses. Alice sat up abruptly and looked around. She found them lying a few feet away and slipped them on. The space around her came into focus and she glanced around, studying it. From what it looked like, she was in an alley. A very strange alley.

'Ok...' Alice thought, 'I'm in an alley...only one problem. I don't live near any alleys. So why am I in one?" A feeling of fear and paranoia washed over her and she lept up, looking around. The alley itself didn't have anything particularly interesting in it, so she headed for the street. What she saw only heighten her worry.

The street before her was made of cobblestones, the few cars that drove on it looked like metal boxes on wheels. A vast majority of the car-less areas of the street were taken up by pedestrians, all of whom seemed to be heading to a costume party. Why else would people wear fancy old dresses and and weird suits like that? But as more and more people walked by, wearing the same attire, she began to doubt that they were going to a party. Not that she had really believed that in the first place. She was still trying to figure out what these people were smoking when a loud explosion rang out behind her. She screamed, covering her head and ducking behind a stray trash can.

"You might want to get out of here. It's not my job to kill civilians."

Alice opened her eyes, noticing for the first time the shadow that had fallen over her. She glanced up to find a dark skinned man with white hair and a 'X' shaped scar on his face, standing over her. She paled, and stood up nervously, nodding and trying to keep her breathing under control. She slowly moved away, trying her best to stay calm. All attempts were lost when a large suit of armor came crashing through the hole in the wall.

She screamed again, clutching her chest as a blond hair boy raced out after him. Any color that had been left in her face ran away as her brain finally clicked. Unfortunately, she recognized the blonde haired shrimp running around the alley. The cosplayer(For who else could he be?) was dressed as Edward Elric, the main character in one of the mangas she read. Even though she felt like she was going to wet her pants, she had to admit that they had done a good job on their outfit.

The cosplayer chose that moment to notice her and began to yell at the man standing beside her for 'endangering innocent people'. Alice glanced up at him, realizing that he must be a cosplayer too. He seemed to be dressed as the character Scar. And the man in the armor had to be Alphonse, Edward's little brother. She began to calm down a bit, now that she knew she was just at some strange anime convention. Of course, there was still the question of how she had gotten there, but that could be answered later.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she stepped forward to ask where they were when the Scar cosplayer suddenly attacked the Edward one. She yelped, stumbling back. Surely fighting was against the rules? Maybe she could find some security personnel nearby. She was about to embark on her quest for a pay-by-the-hour security guard when the Alphonse cosplayer yelled out to her.

"Miss! Get over here! Before you get hit by Brother or Scar!"

Alice's eye twitched as she turned around. They were gonna be like that, eh? Well, she'd just tell them to get a life.

"Attention those in this alley without lives!" she yelled, cupping her hands around her mouth. The three males(At least she assumed they were males. You could never tell with cosplayers.) turned to look at her, a murderous aura drifting from the fighters. She ignored it. "We seem to have a small problem here. I'm going to fix it. I know I haven't been to any conventions, BUT, surely this fighting is against the rules? I commend you on your...dedication. But this is taking it a bit far, don't you think? Now, you all sit here like good little boys, or girls, while I go get one of those Rent-A-Cops. Kay?"

Silence filled the alley. The tension was so thick, Alice could have cut it with a knife. She felt her eye begin to twitch again as the silence wore on.

"Alright. Fine. Be that way. I guess you guys can't take a hint. I think I'm gonna find a real cop instead and have him arrest you for disturbing the peace!"

"What's...a rentacop?" asked the boy in armor, curiously. The blonde flinched, whirling on him.

"Now is not the time, Al! We have bigger things to worry about!"

"Oh? Do you now?" asked Alice, her annoyance level reaching a new high. "Like who's going to be your cell buddy when you go to jail? You better not drop the soap shrimp!"

She laughed, finding her joke very hilarious, as the cosplayers continued to stare at her.

"What?" asked the blonde, tilting his head. "Don't drop the...wait...did you just call me short?"

"That's enough." The Scar bellowed, rolling his sleeve up. "This ends now."

She didn't even have time to blink before the tanned man was in her face. She choked, her laugh cutting off as she backed into the wall. These cosplayers did more than cross the line, they did a flying leap, doing pirouettes and flips as they flew. They needed more than a Rent-A-Cop, they needed professional mental help. She forced a dry chuckle out of her lips, desperately trying to pull her cell phone out of her pocket.

"Hey n-now. No need to resort to violence...right? Yeah. We're good. We're cool. I was...bluffing. I was kiddin' man. No one really likes those Rent-A-Cops, eh?"

"I suggest you shut up." the man growled, lifting his tattooed arm to her head. Alice shivered at his voice, shifting her shoulder so she could reach her phone. Finally, her fingers grasped the plastic and she let out a cry of triumph, ducking and sliding away from the man. Walking backwards, she flipped the phone open, dialing 911 and bringing it to her ear. She was met with silence. She stopped walking for a moment, pulling it away. The screen was black. How had she not noticed that before? She turned it over, trying to see if something had come loose. It looked fine, not scratches or dents. There was no explanation for why it wasn't working, considering she had charged it the night before.

"Are you done yet?" As the Edward, scowling. Alice ignored him, looking at the tiny black screen in fear.

"My phone won't work." she whispered.

"What?" asked the Scar, stepping closer.

"M-my phone. It's not working..." she repeated, flinching and stepping back. She needed to get out of there. These guys seemed truly insane, who knew what they'd do.

"That's not a phone. It's too small." The armor stated, moving forward.

"It's a phone you freaks!" she cried, stumbling back and falling into the trash can."Creepers like you shouldn't be aloud to roam the streets let alone participate in conventions! Who on earth aloud this? They need to be tasered!" Stumbling again, she dropped her phone, watching with wide eyes as it bounced of the trash can and onto the street, breaking into little pieces. She had never known her phone was that fragile.

"I'm screwed..." she whispered.

"Yes you are girl. I was going to spare you but you're too annoying." The Scar said, coming towards her.

"Leave her alone, Scar!" cried the Alphonse as Alice cowered behind the can. She hadn't really thought about how she'd die but she had never imagined it would be at the hands of a psychopath dressed as an anime character. She closed her eyes, hugging herself as she waited for him to strike or pull out a gun. The sounds of fighting filled her ears but she felt nothing. Slowly looking up, she saw that the shrimp was now fighting the Scar. The Scar that just blew up the blondes metal arm.

Her eyes widened with the blondes as pieces of metal fell to the ground, joining her deceased phone. The arm...had been real? But that wasn't possible. Artificial limbs of that caliber weren't available in real life. At least, not ones made like that. So how had this guy gotten one? He must be really insane to get rid of his arm for a costume. Unless...it was actually him? No, that wasn't possible. Alice shook her head, ignoring the sounds of yelling as she tried to arrange her thoughts.

"Either...these guys are really insane...or I am. I wonder which it is. Probably me. Because those people are book characters, not living, breathing, creatures of flesh. Ugh, why am I even considering such a possibility? What I need to do is get out of this alley and find some pol-" Alice's thoughts were cut off by the Edward's scream. Her head snapped up and she leaned around the trash can to see. The Alphonse was now missing a chunk of armor, most likely due to the tanned man's violent streak. Only...the armor was empty. A scream ripped through the air and it took her a few moments to realize it had come from her.

It was now official. Either she had slipped into the realm of sweet insanity in the past couple of hours...or all of this was real. The latter was seeming more and more likely. Scar turned to look at her as Edward cried out for his brother to answer. The dark skinned man came towards her, coming to a stop in front of her and squatting down.

"Your turn."

Alice's eyes reached a new level of wide as she tried to back up farther.

"N-no...I didn't mean any of it! Really! Y-you don't have to take it s-so hard. It doesn't matter if you drop the soap! I won't laugh!" she cried, burying her face in her hands.

"I don't care about any soap. I'm only concerned with ending this as fast as-"

Scar's voice was cut off by a loud gunshot, causing the violent man to leap away from her. Alice screamed again, something she seemed to be doing a lot lately, and covered her head with her arms as more gunshots rang out. So her cause of death would be a gunshot wound instead of whatever Scar had been planning. It didn't sound much better.

Then, the gunfire stopped. She heard some crashes and explosions but whoever was causing them was no longer in the alley with her. Footsteps raced past her, towards where the blonde and the armor were. She sort of expected that. What she didn't expect was a pair of footsteps breaking off and coming over towards her. She flinched and looked up warily as a hand was placed on her shoulder. Her pupils dilated as her brain gave a name to the face she was seeing.

Maes Hughes.

Oh yes, she had definately entered the realm of sweet insanity.

They just lied about the sweet part.

SCA: Well? Is it better this time? I'd write more. I swear I would, but Vol. 2 was checked out at the library and I need that for the next part. I'm sorry!

Emily: Please review! If you do, we'll give you Ed plushies!

Alice: Really!

Emily: You can't review

Alice: Dang it all...

*EDITED: DECEMBER 3, 2010*