This facade, it annoyed him. Pride sat on the bed in his room, fuming quietly. Why was he, of all of the Homunculi, stuck here? He was superior to all of them, after all, and he knew it. All of Father's other creations could run free, and yet he found himself trapped in the guise of a human child, forced to pretend to be inferior even to his 'step-mother,' with her big mouth.
'Father ought to know better,' he thought to himself, 'then to treat his first child like his youngest.' It wasn't as though he were about to go against Father, but his job had begun to grate. Pride knew that he was as superior to the humans he was surrounded by each day as to the others of his kind. Somehow, though, he still wound up having to act the way he did.
It made no sense why he had the least freedom when he was the one who had to do the most. His eyes watched all over Amestris. He could see what was done in the tunnels Sloth had dug, could see what a certain Risa Hawkeye was doing, could see everything. With a sigh, the proud Homunculus, the youngest and the oldest, prepared for another night of watching and another day of living as 'Selim Bradley, the son of the President Fuhrer King Bradley.'
-A/N I know this is short. It's just a little idea that had been floating around my head. This is my first time uploading to Fanfiction, so I'm sorry if I made any mistakes. Reviews would be appreciated.