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Mustang took a knee from behind the cover, aiming carefully. The revolver barked again, his shot going wide of the soldier's torso but striking his shoulder, causing him to fall over all the same.

Four.

Riza took another few shots, spearing two of the last, before reloading, as Roy sprinted to another column, leaning around to see another soldier cooking a grenade. He rapidly turned and fired two into his chest to make sure the grenade stayed where it was, ducking the resulting explosion.

Two.

Riza emerged from behind the column, keeping the weapon steady, scanning for anyone else, but seeing no survivors. She sighed in relief, before lowering her weapon as Roy looked around the hall they had been fighting in.

There was some kind of transmutation circle on the ground, along with broken corpses of... Ishvalans?! Roy saw and slumped against one of the pillars heavily.

"No..."

So many... and the circle... it was the same one he had closed six months earlier... He gripped the revolver tightly.

Someone was going to answer for this.

**

Winry looked up from her brooding, seeing an eighteen year-old handing out rations to the others in the cellar. She looked up, seeing a somewhat familiar face.

"Elycia!" She couldn't help herself from squealing in excitement.

The others looked up, some confused, some realising the connection immediately.

"H...how do you know my name?!"

Winry looked down, realising that this explanation would be hard.
"In Amestris we knew a family who looked just like you, your mother and father."

"So... you're from Amestris too?"

Winry raised an eyebrow, her mind snagging on what she had said.
"Yes." The girl turned to go, before Winry managed to ask "What do you mean 'too'?"

"Oh, Uncle Edward always used to tell us about our other selves."

Winry's eyes widened.

"Ed...ward?"

"Edward Elric."

Winry broke down, Scieska giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder as Elycia quickly brought her a handkerchief, confused. She had heard correctly then.

Being incapable of asking anything else, she let Havoc ask the question they all knew she wanted answered herself. "Fullmetal... is he here?"

"I saw that he had a run-in with the Soviets, but he should be back sometime soon. The city's going to fall, I can feel it."

Winry looked up, and suddenly gripped Elycia by the waist tightly, crying into her chest.

"T...Thank you..."

Hughes stared from the stairs, somewhat shocked, before saying the only thing he could think of.

"I see you met my daughter, then?"

**

The infantry continued charging, over the dead bodies of their comrades and the defenders, pushing relentlessly. Pyotr ran on, the other soldiers following him as he did so, yelling at them to carry on the assault. The end of the stair-case was just in sight, and he flung himself down at the top step, seeing the machine-gun ready to tear through what remained of his men. It never got the chance, as one of the troopers fired a panzerfaust, the charge sailing into the sandbags and demolishing the position.

The soldiers surged onwards, joining the troops who had been part of the last wave and heading for the roof. Pyotr yelled in triumph as the last German standing between them and the roof was cut down, three soldiers carrying the flag running past his corpse to the statues outside. Pyotr calmly walked outside, reflecting on four years of war as they seemed to fall away in one joyous moment. The three men cut down the Swastika which was still flying, and raised the Red Banner, waving it high.

Pyotr joined his troops in yelling, the Red flag fluttering strongly in the breeze. After four years, it was over: The Soviet Union had won.