Roy's POV

I don't see why he's so embarrassed. I mean his body is perfectly fine. The only thing he could possibly be embarrassed about is his automail, and I know he isn't embarrassed about that.

"Edward you shouldn't be so embarrassed. I mean it's not like I don't know what a body looks like. I have one just like it. Besides we're both adults, there's no shame."

Edward simply ignored me. As he started to put his clothes back on I could see his arm was still hurting him. "I didn't quite get the chance to read you medical report. Would you mind telling me a bit more about it? The doctors were too busy to even bother with explaining." I felt foolish asking the question but all the while he was asleep I couldn't stop thinking about it.

" It's a condition where my brain is still receiving signals of sensation from the nerves in my arm. Somehow though the sensations I feel aren't normal sensations of warm or cool. It's pain. It's hard to explain. Usually it only happens for the first few months after the automail is installed, but what with all the new stress about Al's safety I've been stressing out a lot and that just makes the symptoms worse. It hadn't really made much a difference before. But yeah."

Edward hated talking about his PLS (phantom Limb Syndrome) to people. It made him feel weak. Well now it was out and soon enough everyone in the office will know about it. So he would probably need to explain it at least 20 times again unless Roy could shut the hell up and not tell everyone.

"Don't worry too much about it Edward. I'm not about to tell everyone in Amestris about this. It could give people ideas that they can attack you and I don't want to deal with a bunch of civilians getting the shit beaten out of them." Roy said truthfully.

"Shut up. Let's get going. I hate these hospitals." Ed said while he headed out the door of the room he was in. Quietly he started to hum a tune he had once heard an Isbalan beggar woman singing in central. It was a slightly religious song, and even though he wasn't religious it still held meaning to him.

By the water

The water of Bethlehem

We lay down and wept

And wept for thee xion

We remember

We remember

We remember

Thee xion

It reminded him that even as time goes on it's still okay to be sad about things that have happened in the past. He knew a few songs like this but he knew more of the songs that no one ever really wanted to hear…(only by the sheer fact that the girls down the hall from his office would always play the same music everyday only god knew what had subconsciously engraved into his mind…. luckily the noise ended quickly seeing as he got permission to soundproof his office after numerous songs had gotten stuck in his head (he tended to write the words on the papers in front of him and seeing as these were usually reports. Roy really didn't find the words to "Elmer's tune" very amusing when the report started about buildings that had been sacrificed to Edward).

Suddenly Edward noticed he wasn't the only one humming the tune…Roy had joined him. "How do you know that song?" Ed asked.

"My mom used to sing it to me at night…. looking back on it that's not a really good song for a lullaby is it? But either way it got me to sleep." Roy turned the corner leading out of the hospital and the two started down the street to the bar. "Where did you learn the song, Edward?" he asked

"I learned it from an Ishbalan woman. She was begging outside the library, so I decided to sit with her for a while and she taught the song to me." Edward responded, "It was nice to talk with her. She had a lot to share with me about her life during the war, and you know what? She doesn't hate the military. She actually thinks that people like you did the right thing, trying to make things better. What was it like? How did it all make you feel?"

"That Edward requires me to be completely drunk before I tell you about such things. It isn't the kind of topic to talk about right now."

Two hours later (at the bar)

"Y'know whut Royyy…..thosse girlsss down the hall from usshed let me borrow ssshome of their recordssh, and d'ya sssheeeee that micraphone o'er there?" Roy looked in the direction the intoxicated boy was pointing and saw nothing but a blank area of floor with a gramophone standing on a stool.

"Yes Edward I see the microphone. Why do you ask?" Roy asked not entirely expecting Ed to actually be drunk enough to sing in a bar that wasn't even one of those new karaoke bars.

"Well you sssssssssleeee I know a ssssshlong that is just perfect for you…what with you becoming fuehrer and all" Ed walked over to the gramaphone and sorted through the Records in the box by the stool until he found the perfect one. Spike Jones Orch's "In The Fuhrer's Face". He put the disk on to turntable and let the music start.

When Der Fuehrer says, "We ist der master race"
We HEIL! HEIL! Right in Der Fuehrer's face
Not to love Der Fuehrer is a great disgrace
So we HEIL! HEIL! Right in Der Fuehrer's face
When Herr Gobbels says, "We own der world und space"
We HEIL! HEIL! Right in Herr Goring's face
When Herr Goring says they'll never bomb this place
We HEIL! HEIL! Right in Herr Goring's face

Are we not the supermen
Aryan pure supermen
Ja we ist der supermen
Super-duper supermen
Ist this Nutzi land not good?
Would you leave it if you could?
Ja this Nutzi land is good!
Vee would leave it if we could

We bring the world to order
Heil Hitler's world New Order
Everyone of foreign race will love Der Fuehrer's face
When we bring to der world disorder

When Der Fuehrer says, "We ist der master race"
We HEIL! HEIL! Right in Der Fuehrer's face
When Der Fuehrer says, "We ist der master race"
We HEIL! HEIL! Right in Der Fuhrer's face

(A.N. Im sorry for putting this song in here but it just fit what with everything, and don't say I don't care about jewish people…I told all my jewish friends about this part of the fic and they all burst into fits of laughing so I took that as it would be okay to put it in…for the most part at least)

Roy was totally in shock from what he was hearing….was that really the kids voice? Well he wasn't much of a kid now but it was still bizarre to hear such smooth notes flowing from Edwards mouth. The boy was amazing even when he was plastered. If the kid was this good drunk he could hardly imagine what he would sound like when he was sober.

Edward bent into a bow while he beamed with delight hearing the clapping from the men at the bar. Who knew that a noise like that could make you feel so happy.