Killa Pat: Everythings fucked up, it's all just fucked up. Iraqs all screwed up. Irans getting' nukes and is gonna blow itself off the face of the fucking earth. Michael Jacksons lost his fuckin' mind. And most of all, George Bush has fucked up. I mean, the motherfuckers gone and fucked Iraq up more than it already was. He's spyin' on everybody and shit, and he's keeping a fucking sniper has his vice president. If you readin' this and you a bush fan, may God have mercy on your soul.

Greed: Done ranting?

Killa Pat: Yeah

Greed: Good, I just couldn't stand you dissin' Bush like that

--Anger marks appear all over Killa Pats head—

Killa Pat: You're a Bush supporter.

Greed: Noooo

Killa Pat: Then what's that shirt you wearin' saying I'ma Bush fan?

Greed: …

Killa Pat: Goddamn it! Fuck you Greed!

--Killa Pat pulls out an Uzi and unloads on Greed who ducks for cover behind his chair—

Greed: Ok, so I voted for him in both of his elections! Happy now?

Killa Pat: Nope.

--Killa Pat pulls out a grenade and throws it at Greed whom forgets he's the ultimate shield—

Greed: MY LEGS! MY FUCKING LEGS!

Killa Pat: That's what you get for being a Bush fan. Now, is anybody else in this room a Bush fan?

--Nobody says yes—

Killa Pat: Good, then we can continue with my story.

Greed: You Bastard! You goddamn bastard!

Chapter Ten

When I woke up I felt something warm lying next to me. Winry, asleep in my arms. I gently took the hair out of her beautiful face. I caressed her face and she smiled and her eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning beautiful", I said to her.

"Hey", she said back to me.

"Have a nice sleep?", I asked her.

"Yeah", she replied.

For a few minutes we just laid there in bed together and I held her in my arms. She was so light, and her skin was so soft. I could smell breakfast cooking downstairs and I decided we should get out of bed.

"Winry", I said nudging her lightly, "time to get up".

"But I want to stay here with you", she said.

"So do I, but we need to get up", I said getting out of bed.

Winry reluctantly followed and got out some clothes. I watched has she changed her clothes and she turned around when she realized that I was watching her.

"What?", I said to her, "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before".

"Nothing", Winry said, "I'm just not used to having people watching me while I dress".

We got dressed and walked downstairs hand in hand. Pinako had fixed pancakes for breakfast and upon seeing them, my stomach growled loudly.

"Hungry are we?", Pinako asked me has she set the table.

"You betcha", I said has I sat down and began piling food onto my plate.

"Save some for me", Winry said slapping my hand has I reached for another pancake.

"Ouch", I said rubbing my hand.

"You got what you deserved", Pinako said.

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After breakfast Ed and I went outside. We walked to the cemetery where Ed's mother was buried.

"Do you miss her?", I asked him.

He subconsciously clenched his right hand. I took this has a yes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"It's ok", he said to me, "yes, I do miss her".

"I kinda know how you feel", I said to him, "I mean, both my parents are dead".

"Well at least your dad didn't run out on you", Ed snapped suddenly.

Ed quickly composed himself after his outburst.

"Sorry about that", he said quickly, "it's just—"

I put a finger to his lips and cut him off.

"Shhs", I said to him, "don't talk about that now, you'll ruin the moment", I said has I brought my lips closer to his and kissed him.

The kiss lasted for only a few seconds but still made me feel good. It made me feel good to know that I could get rid of his worries with just a simple kiss. When we pulled apart I embraced him.

"I love you so much", I said to him, "I wish you didn't have to leave".

"So do I", he said back to me, "but I have to go".

"Promise me you'll write Ed", I said to him.

He grinned and said, "don't I always?".

I smiled and kissed him. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to him. It was then that the sound of a train whistle could be heard, and we reluctantly pulled apart.

"I guess this is goodbye", I said to him.

"No", Ed said, "not goodbye. I'll see you later".

"You'd better get going", I said to him, "you'll miss your train".

Killa Pat: Ok, this may seem a little short to you but I have one thing to say about that: FUCK YOU! Now that I have that out of my system, we can get on to more serious matters.

Greed: Yeah, like the fact that you blew off my fucking legs.

Killa Pat: Why are you so pissed? You're a fucking homunculus! Not to mention the 'ultimate shield'.

Greed: Because my so called 'friend' threw a fucking grenade at me!

Killa Pat: Now, would I throw a grenade at anybody, let alone my own friend.

--Everybody just stares at Killa Pat like he's an idiot—

Killa Pat: Ok, maybe I would, but still.

Greed: You know what, I'm leaving. Fuck this crap.

--Greed walks out of the room leaving Pat alone--

Killa Pat: And another thing, FUCK YOU WRITERS BLOCK!