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Ed's NightmareEdward walked down the hallways of Central HeadQuarters. He turned a corner and without knocking and walked in to Colonel Mustang's office. Edward was surprised to see that he was the only one in there. The Colonel looked up from his huge stack of paper work.
"You wanted to see me?" Edward's and the Colonel's eyes met. Edward squirmed a little. It was something about those eyes that just made him melt inside. They were so deep, it seemed like a black hole that went on forever.
"Yes, actually I was just thinking about you." That sounded so right yet so wrong to Ed's ears. The Colonel stood up and walked over to Ed.
Edward was caught by surprise when the Colonel grabbed his wrist and forced him onto the leather couch beside them. Mustang crawled onto Ed, straddling his hips.
Inside Voice 5Germany rubbed the back of his neck, muttering under his breath. He didn't sleep well last night, partially because Holy Rome kept commenting on his dreams, and partially because Prussia had destroyed the air conditioning so his house felt like an oven like the summer outside.
"Hey you can't blame me that your dream just had to be about fighting France!"
Germany rolled his eyes and muttered, "Shut up." He slowly rose and grabbed his uniform for the day. As he put on his clothes, he wondered what the day would bring. He fumbled with the shiny brass buttons on his green uniform. He sighed and crept down the stairs.
"Oh! Hey West! I found a notebook that says, 'Germany's Private Cookb-'!"
Germany snatched it. "Danke." Prussia shrugged and turned to walk away.
"Bruder?" He began as Prussia spun around waiting for the question.
Holy Rome said, "Don't do it. He won't understand."
Germany pushed that thought out of his head and continued with "Have you ever..."
"Have I ever...?"
"Have you eve
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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