Hello all! This is a continuation of Equivalence, and you sort of need to read it first to understand some of the background
I do not own either DGM or FMA

Pairings: Edward/Winry, Al/Mei chang, Allen/Ling yao, if you do not like, please don't read~

Allen stared at the lump of human that was laying splayed on the ground, and let out a long sigh as he shifted down to poke at the body.

One poke, a twitch, another poke, the head moved. Allen then went to grab the person's shoulder, and gave it a rough shake.

A hand suddenly moved out and grabbed at Allen's wrist. The face turned up to stare at him beseechingly.

"Fooooooooooooood"

~~.~~.~~.~~.~~

It had been a rollercoaster, after Allen had come back with Ed and Al. First it had been meetings after meetings, going over what happened, going over all the new material that they had found out about in Allen's previous world. Hohenheim had left at some point or another, but had actually promised to stay in contact.

Ed wasn't holding out much hope for that.

When that chaos had finally finished up, Allen, Ed, and Al ended up going back to Resembool for a long needed vacation, Mustang had pretty much forced them all to go, to figure out what they wanted to do now that they were all free.

It was while Allen was there that Winry helped set him up with his new automail arm. Ed and Al had been there with him the every step of the way, and Ed was a library of useful information.

~~.~~

"Hey, we really match now! We are like mirror images, you know, we could have some real fun if we made you look like me...what would the Fuhrer Bastard say then!"

"Please, nii-san, he is actually good at running the government, I don't want him dead yet."

"Fiiiine."

"..."

"Allen, why are you looking so excited?"

"Well, you pretty much gave us free reign for everyone except Mustang."

"Allen..."

~~.~~

While Allen was getting used to the automail, Ed and Al also spent time teaching him the basics of Alchemy. Apparently, he was an Alchemist after seeing the Truth, and he really didn't want to waste an opportunity to grow and fight. To keep walking.

Allen knew he wasn't a genius like the Elrics', but Al was an amazing teacher, and Ed was moderately helpful in coming up with new ideas and topics, and ways to relate what Allen had known in his old world to the many new topics he was studying.

It was about eight months after the surgery, and Ed was playing around with a design Allen had never seen before.

"What does that one do?" Allen leaned over, and traced over the lines.

Ed gave him a small smile, "It is the one we used to get you back from the Gate."

Allen looked up sharply, and then nodded, sliding into the seat across from Ed. He stared at the design for a time, and then grabbed a nearby piece of paper, and a pencil.

Ed looked on curiously as Allen began to sketch a circle on one piece of paper, and then the same circle with a different figure in the top left quadrant on another.

He looked around the table briefly, and then placed the salt shaker in the middle of one circle.

"Allen?" Ed looked at him bemusedly, but Allen just grinned widely, and activated the circle in front of him.

With the crackle of Alchemy, the salt shaker disappeared from one circle, and reappeared in the other.

Allen's grin widened, and Ed let out a loud laugh.

"Looks like you can still teleport stuff around, is it a leftover from the Ak?"

Allen shrugged, "Maybe because that was the kind of stuff I was used to, it is what I focused on when I saw the truth?"

Ed nodded, "Makes sense, now, let's see what else you can do!"

~~.~~

It was at the end of the convalescence that the three brothers sat down and finally figured out what they were going to do.

Al took one look at Ed's face, and he smiled, "So, back to Mustang, is it?"

Ed grunted, crossing his arms, "Yeah, fine, he keeps sending info on this job he wants done, sort of continuing what I was doing before, but more in depth or some shit."

Ed sunk back in his seat and fidgeted, looking from Al to Allen, "And I spent way too much time keeping that bastard alive to leave now."

Allen grinned, and then leaned forward, a dark smirk on his face, "Just make sure to talk to Winry first, right? I mean, we all heard your lovely confession the other day an-"

Ed lept forward and slapped his hands over Allen's mouth, "SHUT UP."

Allen grinned, and licked Edward's hand, causing the older boy to flinch and jump forward with a war cry.

" ." Al growled out, and both Ed and Allen went back to their respective seats.

Al glared from one older brother to the other, before settling back with a huff, "Well, I'm probably going to go back to a similar position as before, research," he perked up a bit, and a small smile flitted over his face, "actually, I have been looking at Xingese alkahestry lately, I'm thinking of finding a way to combine the two, alchemy and alkahestry, it could have some really interesting results for medicine and-"

Al cut himself off with a small cough, and then flushed, "Sorry."

Ed grinned, and Allen shook his head with amusement, "So both of you are going back to Central then? Good."

Ed looked over to him, "why is that good?"

Allen shrugged, a sly smile skimming over his face, "Mustang asked if I wanted to train to be a Diplomat, seemed to think I would be a natural."

Al hid a small laugh behind his hand, and Ed outright cackled.

"Central is doomed, now all three of us are working for the government!" Al laughed loudly, and the three of them soon had matching grins.

~~.~~

Unfortunately for every other country out there, Mustang had been right when he said Allen would be a good diplomat.

Scratch that. He wasn't just good, he was downright terrifying.

The years spent playing the crowd, cheating at cards, and getting into all sorts of trouble just to weasel his way out with his charms and wit had paid off brilliantly. His alchemy was also a great boon to his work. Allen had set up a large network of transmutation circles for his travels, in his office, in his apartment in Central, in a small storage locker, his safe house, even one near Winry's place. He didn't always need the circles, but it was easier for him to focus on places that had the designs already up.

He had even taken a small room of his apartment, and filled it with all sorts of items, food, water, paper, chalk, medicine, bandages, anything he could think of. The room was all one gigantic circle, and was connected to the small suitcase that Allen brought with im everywhere.

Meaning he never had to wait to go back to Amestris to talk about new legislation, or signing documents.

When he wasn't causing international chaos, Allen worked on fixing the economic side of things in Amestris.

Or, he had walked into the finances department, torn in apart in less than a day, and rebuilt it so it could function at the best capacity.

His Sensei's lessons finally paid off.

When he wasn't working, Allen tried to explore as much of his new world as he possibly could. He had pulled up a large map, and decided that his next destination would be the ruins of Xerxes, where alchemy was said to have been created.

Which led to his current predicament

~~.~~

Allen sat at the fire, slowly cooking a humongous bowl of soup. He and his companion had already eaten five bowls each, but it seemed that they had a shared appetite, so Allen just kept serving them up.

The person across from him had medium length black hair, tied up in a high ponytail, with spiky bangs hanging down in front of his face. He was wearing white pants, and a yellow shirt that was open at the front. He also had a sword strapped to his side, and seemed like he would be very interesting to meet in a fight.

He was also very hungry.

It was after the eleventh bowl that Allen's unnamed guest leaned back with a contented sigh, his eyes seemingly forever crinkled up, and a wicked, similar, smile crossed his face.

"Thank you my friend! I am Ling Yao, and I am in your debt for this meal," the man bowed, and Allen got a distinct feeling that back his old world Ling would have been from somewhere in Asia.

"Ah, no problem, really, and my name is Allen Walker," Allen smiled brightly, unconsciously echoing the same smile staring back at him.

"What are you doing out here, though, in the ruins of Xerxes, especially if you don't have food or water?" Allen asked, and the other man grinned.

Ling gave out a small laugh, "Oh, I'm looking for something you see, and this place is going to help me find it." He leaned forward, and his eyes opened staring straight at Allen with an unbridled fire.

"Have you heard of the Philosopher's Stone?"

Introduction, done!

This was supposed to be a cute little cracky one shot about Allen and Ling accidentally getting together.
Because I ship them
But then, a guest posted a review on Equivalence, and it kick started my muse so much it hurt.

Guest: :just had a starnge thought.

If the noa came from truth, then isn't allen it's grandson?"

So guest, congratulations. You have managed to change my tiny little cracky stupid oneshot into an actual fic.
See you guys on the flip side!

~Not Necessarily in Between