Victor walked into the park, shielding Nicholas from the cameras as he had an arm wrapped around the blond’s waist.

“Nicholas!” the reporters called out. “Why is it you’re on limited schedule for the military?” “Have you put on weight?” “How long will you be on limited schedule?” “Are you sick?”

Nina glared at the entire crowd of them, and Victor ( Read more... )

Craning her neck to look at the clock on the bedside table behind Nicholas, she blinked a few times when she read that it was 7:45.

“Shit!” she cried out, accidentally elbowing Nicholas in the ribs.

He woke up immediately while Victor, who slept like the dead, rested on. “Geez, Nina,” Nicholas said, stretching. “That’s a hell of a way to wake ( Read more... )

Ed returned from his backyard laboratory-he was far to temperamental a worker to work in someone else’s space or with anyone but his family-to find just about every member of his family heading to the front door of the house. Seeing everyone, grandchildren included, filling his home was a pleasant sight. He only hoped that they didn’t expect him to ( Read more... )

Roy Mustang had signed countless papers that day and was once again questioning why exactly he had wanted the title of fuhrer so badly. Stacks upon stacks of documents had required his signature, and he really was growing tired of it. There was a part of him that wanted to retire early and just travel the world, but seeing that Ed was still only ( Read more... )

When things started, everyone just assumed that Nina was joining Nicholas and Victor because they were two of the few people who completely understood her and her background. Some reporters, who were still obsessed with the fuhrer’s “wayward” son-as they liked to term him, but no one who really knew him could consider Nicholas for a second-thought ( Read more... )