The plan seemed perfect. They knew how to kill a homunculus, they knew how to get into Fuhrer's house, they knew how to do this, avoiding guards – for first fifteen minutes. And by this time, they should have finished.

But there was one little flaw in this plan. They didn't consider rain.

'Run away! Now!' Roy screamed at his subordinates. He was already caught, but the rest could escape. As his gloves were wet, he couldn't do his part of plan in fifteen minutes.

Trying to fight with guards, he saw that Riza was caught, too. One of guards pointed his gun at her temple.

'No! Not Riza!' Roy screamed, but the guard pulled the trigger and…

…Roy's alarm clock went off. It was a slight relief for him. Riza could be still alive… it was only a dream, only a nightmare…

He had no idea if this nightmare came true for Riza. He managed to escape after death sentence, and since then – for five years already – lived somehow in a medium-sized city in the south of Poland.

Roy got up and washed his face, realizing he must have been crying in his sleep. It was getting more and more often. He stayed in front of his mirror, trying to recall Riza's face. This memory was fading when he was so trying to save it.

Roy yawned and had breakfast. Noting special: bread, cottage cheese and cheap tea, as always. After breakfast, he put on his coat and left to work. He was selling railway tickets. It was a quiet, peaceful job, which gave him enough money to survive. He even quite liked it. He could see many different people going somewhere by train. Teenagers going for parties or competitions, adults going to work, whole families going for holidays – they all bought tickets in his ticket office. At the end of October, there were less people wanting to go somewhere, but Roy was never bored… or should I say Roy was never bored more than usual. In this country, he was always bored.

He had no idea what was happening in Amestris, as in newspapers there was no news about his country, even in Subway (A/N: Subway is title of everyday free newspaper in Poland. In this paper, there is lots of news from all over the world.). Subway was also his everyday source of some entertainment, as there nearly always was a crossword.

He never minded anything in this country; he just wanted some news from his. He wanted to know if he could come back home…

He knew that he had nothing to come back to. His subordinates were most probably executed, and Riza… Riza too…

Roy shook his head, coming back to his little rented flat. He still hoped against hope Riza was all right. During his half-an-hour walk home, he still wondered what had happened to his subordinates. Gosh! They were friends rather than subordinates!

And now they were probably all dead. Roy knew it and every year, on All Saint's Day, he lit an ever-burning fire for every one of them. This day, he bought some. One for each and a big, heart-shaped one for Riza. He also cared for one grave no one else cared for.

All Saint's Day. It would be tomorrow. Tomorrow, to visit the grave he chose five years ago, and to light candles for his dead friends. It was sad, and he thought he needed this melancholy. He had work in the afternoon, so he planned to visit the grave in the morning, and then, in late night, after work, burn the candles.

He did as he planned. The morning was cold and sunny, so Roy went on foot. Standing in front of just tidied grave, he started crying.

'Excuse me…' he heard from behind his back. He turned his head and saw a young woman.

'Huh?'

'Aren't we related?' the woman asked. Roy looked at her, confused.

'Uh… I don't think so. Why are you asking?'

'It's my mother's grave…' she whispered. 'I was abroad for six years and I thought this grave would be a mess… did you care of it?'

'Yes… for five years. But…'

'Thank you' the woman smiled. 'Why did you bother to care for my mum's grave?'

'Oh… you know… I lived far away, but I had to leave my country to save my life. And my friends, they were killed back then… I don't know if anyone cares of their graves. So I chose a grave to care of… to make up for this.'

'Thank you.'

Roy smiled.

'That's nothing' he said.

After work he put all the ever-burning fires on the floor and started lighting them.

'Havoc…' he sighed. 'You should have at least had a good girlfriend. I'm sorry. Fuery… you've been too loyal to me, you could have escaped… Falman… so could you, but you chose to wait for me… Breda… you were so smart, you deserved a longer life… and…' Roy's hand was shaking as he was trying to light the last, the biggest fire 'Riza… I wish I were dead instead of you. Riza, I… I love you.'

Roy watched all these candles, wishing he could sit and watch it for the rest of his life.

Amestris

'Oh, Roy… I wish I were dead instead of you…' Riza said, standing in front of grave signed "Roy Mustang" and nothing more. She put some flowers on the gravestone and lit a candle.

'I should lie here, not you…' she whispered.

'Don't say such a thing' she heard her husband's voice. 'I know it's sad that they killed our dear colonel… and friend… and your boyfriend… but remember, there are people who need you… you know, me… and our little boy…'

Riza smiled weakly and turned to her husband and one-year-old son.

'I know, Jean. You and little Roy need me… and I need you two.'

They hugged and kissed warmly.

'But it was quite weird that they let us free after they killed Roy…'

'Yeah, I know. Poor Roy… if he knew… Fuhrer Elric promoted him two ranks, didn't he?'

'Yeah… oh, if he were alive…'

'…he'd kill me, honey. He'd kill me, because I married the woman he wanted to marry.'

Now it's only your choice if it ends like this or if I write more! Leave review please!