Chapter Three: Wear A Mask PLEASE!

A little fact about Germany: when it's busy, it's BUSY.

 

Ignoring the itty-bitty party animals trashing up my head, I walked outside to get the newspaper. Ever since the war started, the paperboy had stopped delivering. Which meant that Alfons made me get off my lazy butt and actually go GET it.

 

I hate him sometimes. But not all the time.

 

After all...ever since the...the...incident...

 

The soft winter winds kiss my cheeks as I straighten my coat. I don't like to think about it. So I don't. I lie to myself.

 

It never works.

 

Here are my lies:

 

My name is Edward Elric.

I'm 18.

I was born in Munich.

I've lived here all my life.

I've never been in love before.

I'm an only child.

My mom died and my dad abandoned me.

I moved in with my friend from high school.

 

It's never the truth. Not a single drop of it is true. Well, I mean, my name and age is true. Everything else is a lie.

 

Here's the truth:

 

My name is Edward Elric.

I'm 18.

I was born in Resembool, Amestris.

I was ripped from my world into this one.

I had just admitted I was in love with ___ before I came here.

I left my brother behind in Amestris.

My mom died and my dad stays in contact with me.

I've never gone to school here. Ever.

Alfons is my friend, but I'll never be very close to him.

 

I don't even know if my brother (who's name is, ironically, Alphonse) is still alive.

 

And did she...is she really...could she be...?

 

I shake my head and walk along the cobblestone streets, allowing the crowd to swallow me whole.

 

Its easy to tell where the newspapers are. Everyone goes to get one in the morning. Why? Well, either one of two things:

 

1) They get it read about all the new German swimsuit models or

2) They want to stay updated on the war.

 

I see alot of women buying the newspapers. Alot of their husbands have gone off to fight. Or boyfriends.

I walk around the crowded newspaper stand, and immedietly I run into Etzle Gundswigg, the librarian's daughter. I smile. "Morning Eztle!" I said in a friendly tone. Eztle quickly blushed, as she gave me a polite wave. "M-Morning, Edward. Sleep okay?" she asked, brushing some of her hazelnut brown hair behind her ear.

 

I looked away.

 

"Eh, so-so," I respond. Eztle must have walked away, because when I turned again, she wasn't there anymore. I sighed happily.

 

Women make me nervous. Not just because of their looks (German women are HOT), or their actions (German women on their periods can be a very scary thing...) but because of their charm.

 

I can't lend my heart over...ever again.

 

The crowd spilts because someone in front of us has puked. I take this moment to jump ahead and grab a newspaper...covered in vomit. "See ya!" I shout as I run away. The newspaper stand owner, Dietrich, screams for me to pay the fee.

 

I simply shout "EDWARD ELRIC PAYS NOTHING!!" as I run away.

 

But Dietrich knows I dont mean it.

 

I look over my shoulder one more time to see Eztle waving goodbye. I smile, then stop and turn away.

I can't look anymore. And it's not just because the guy has puked on Eztle's back (which was still pretty gross), but because of her face.

 

She carries her face.

Reviews

[Keevan]

Quote: "Women make me nervous. Not just because of their looks (German women are HOT), or their actions (German women on their periods can be a very scary thing...)" :Unquote. REALLY, ED!? LOL!

Lucy: TMI. I'm going to put a bullet in your head. *shoots gun*

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

Wow this chapter was entertaining. I love how Ed doesn't want to remember anything...and I know if I had to go through this I wouldn't want to either. I think this was awesome. :D

[dachildofevil]

thats gross.....
hahaha

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

You captured those streets well. I could imagine the people
and everything crystal clear. You have talent for building character
depth.