This is based on the movie which I know nothing about, other than that Edward winds up in Germany with Alphonse Heiderich.

The premise is based on an actual historical event in WWII. The Allied forces found a box outside one of their forts that contained German rocket plans. It's all in Unexplained Mysteries of WWII. Good book.

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, or the movie, or the book that I got the inspiration from, or anything to do with WWII. I checked it out from the library.

"Hallo, hier ist London," the radio said as it launched into its German broadcast.

Line up the straight edge.

Draw a line.

Scrawl calculations here and there.

Check inaccuracy.

Perfectly bad.

This rocket would not fly.

He reached for a rolled up piece of paper and laid it out on his drawing board.

Check calculations.

Perfect.

He reached for a blank piece of paper and copied the rocket plan, calculations and all. This one he folded in half, then again, and again, until it fit in a manila envelope.

Oh, he loved those. Wonderful inventions. Whatever genius had come up with an envelope that was bigger than his hand should be commended. He snagged one off his desk and slid the copied plan inside. He picked a pin from the jar on his drawing board and wrote:

Allied Forces

As promised.

The Fuhrer must never find out about this, he knew. He could be killed, or sent to a concentration camp, or have his work confiscated.

He shuddered at the thought and flipped his long blonde ponytail over his shoulder, then put the envelope in a box, taped it shut and slipped out the door to the entryway, careful not to wake the man sleeping across the room.

The night was cold. Border weather was always rough, it seemed. He yanked on a heavy coat and a pair of gloves, picked up the box, and walked out into the blizzard.

The fort he was heading for was about five miles away, some two hours away on foot. He couldn't risk taking the jeep. It made too much noise and he didn't need his friend to wake up. Besides, the tracks were too easy to follow. If he went through the woods, it would be a little longer, but at least he had less of a chance of being caught.

The border of Poland wasn't the safest place for a German rocket scientist. He was supposed to be moved to the capital soon, for his own protection. Until then, though, no one, not even his friend, could be trusted.

He spent three hours sneaking through the woods before he came to the Allied fort. He couldn't remember the name, but this was where he'd decided to drop off all the help he could.

He narrowly avoided three Allied soldiers on patrol by climbing a tree. When they had passed, he slid back down and sneaked up to the walls.

He pressed his back to the wall and crept to the gates where he set the package down. He glanced around and made for the woods. Once he was there, it was only a matter of feet before he crossed the border back into Poland. He ran as fast as he could against the wind and smacked right into what he took for a tree at first…until it got up and grabbed him.

He looked up at the Allied soldier, fear and recognition in his eyes. It was one of the men on patrol. He had a kind face under a shock of red hair. He was trying to look stern and failing miserably.

"Who are you?" the soldier demanded in English.

"Don't tell, please don't tell," he begged in choppy, heavily accented English, golden brown eyes wide. "Please don't tell."

"Answer me," the soldier whispered, pulling him behind a large tree.

"Please, please, I must go," he begged. "I must be avay. I must be home."

"Tell me who you are, German, or I'll take you in and have you imprisoned," the soldier said. "Look, I'm Sergeant Major Stephen O'Kelly. Now, who are you?"

"Please, if I tell, vill you let me go?" he begged.

"That depends," O'Kelly replied.

"Please, I must be gone," he sobbed, tears streaming down his face and freezing on his cheeks in the cold.

"Come inside," the soldier offered. "You can at least have coffee and warm up."

"But I must be home before de dawn," he sobbed. "I must be home or dey vill become suspicious."

"It won't take long," O'Kelly said. "It won't take long and you won't freeze to death."

He considered this. "Vill you let me go?" he asked.

"That depends," O'Kelly replied.

"I can't," he said. "I can't go in. I vill never come back out."

"Then will you wait here and I'll go get you some coffee?" O'Kelly offered.

"If you are not too long," he replied. "Please, if you are so intent, raus, hurry."

"I will. Wait here."

And with that, O'Kelly dashed off into the blizzard, leaving him crouched in the shelter of the tree.

Notes

Hallo, hier ist London means Hello, here is London, literally translated.