Riza Hawkeye clutched the edge of the bathroom sink, her breaths coming out ragged and uneven. He stomach heaved and she choked up bile, seeing as she'd already lost her lunch. This isn't possible. She thought, even though she knew perfectly well that it was. This can't be possible.

One mistake, that's all it took. Riza didn't regret it until now, now that she knew what happened. The Colonel—no, the Fuhrer—can't know. She closed her eyes as her knuckles turned white. Why had she let this happen? She should've thought of this.

"Lieutenant!" She heard Havoc pounding his fist on the bathroom door. "Lieutenant, are you all right?"

"I'm fine." She called out, though she knew she wasn't fine. I can't stay in central. I have to leave, before anyone finds out—if they do, he'll be ruined! I can't let that happen.

"Riza!" This time it was Lieutenant Ross pounding on the door. "Riza, are you all right? Do you need some help?"

"I told you, I'm fine." Riza said, getting a little irritated. "I'll be out it a moment." She reopened her eyes and straightened herself out. She knew what she had to do. It was her only choice.

Riza wiped her mouth and smoothed her hair back, gathering her composure. Then she unlocked the door. Havoc and Ross examined her, concerned.

"Are you all right, Lieutenant?" Havoc asked.

"I'm fine, Havoc. I'm just feeling a bit unwell, that's all."

"Really?" Havoc, Hawkeye, and Ross all turned around to Colonel—no Fuhrer—Mustang standing behind them.

The three stood up straighter and saluted him. "Sir," they all chimed in unison.

"At ease." Roy examined Riza, who was still a bit pale. "If you're unwell, Lieutenant Hawkeye, you should head home." He said, his eyes softening just a tad bit, as he spoke.

Riza bit back a blush as he said this, remembering how he'd once held her when she was near dying. He hadn't held her like that again ever since he regained her sight. At least, not until—

Shut up! Don't think about that. It's caused you enough trouble already.

"Sir!" Riza saluted Roy again. "I'd like to speak to you, preferably in private, Sir."

Roy examined Riza, then motioned for her to follow him. "Leave us." He told Havoc and Ross, before setting off towards his office. Riza followed him, and she shut the door to Mustang's office behind them as Roy sat down behind his desk.

"Now what's this about Lieutenant?" Roy asked, folding his hands together.

Riza decided to get right to the point. "I'd like to resign my post, sir."

"What?" Roy jolted back in his seat, staring at Riza in shock.

"I'd like to resign my post, and move to East Command, Furor, Sir." Riza repeated, staring straight ahead.

Mustang stood up and walked back around his desk and Riza turned to face him. "Riza," he said, lowering his voice a little. "is this about—"

"No, Sir." Riza cut him off and they both paused, turning a little red. It had already been two months, but the awkwardness still hung around them like a dark cloak. "I just need to move away from Central. It reminds me of too many bad memories." Riza knew this was a pathetic excuse, especially when it was about that, but she couldn't think of anything better to say. And she knew that Roy would indulge her, no matter how insignificant her reasoning.

"What about good memories?" Roy asked quietly. "Central doesn't hold any good memories for you?"

Riza thought back and she remembered the times when Mustang had held her when she was injured, the time when he'd almost considered using human transmutation so that he wouldn't risk losing her. In a way, those were the best memories she had, because they showed how much she actually meant to Mustang. And they were enough to make her want to stay in Central forever. But she couldn't stay, no matter how much she wanted to.

"No, Sir." Riza said and she instantly regretted it. The look on Roy's face made her heart feel like it was breaking in two, though Roy soon gathered his composure, crafting his face into that you would expect of the Fuhrer of Amestris to wear.

It was just a little over three years since they'd had the battle with the one the homunculi had called "Father." Since then, Roy had worked hard to repair the country's relationship with Ishval and Reole. He had accepted the post of Fuhrer after General Grumman had died, about two and a half years after the battle.

Two years after the battle, Edward and Alphonse had split, heading to the East and West to gather information about Alchemy. But after about a month, Edward had come back because he missed Winry. And about three months ago, they had their first son, whom they named James Maes, after Brigadier General Hughes. Alphonse then returned as well, deciding not to continue his search in the East. But he did return with enough information to successfully restore Edward's alchemy, through an advanced combination of alchemy and alkahestry, such as that Scar's brother had once researched.

Al then went back East, and about a week ago, they'd received the news that he and May were engaged. They also sent news of Ling, who'd been working to improve Xing for the better. He'd managed to terminate the law that the emperor must have a wife from each clan, and he'd finally worked up the courage to ask Lan Fan to marry him.

As for Scar, after repairing Amestris's relation with Ishval, he then traveled to Briggs with General Armstrong, and from when Major Miles had been telling them, he and Olivier were becoming quite friendly. In fact, almost too friendly.

As for Izumi and Sig, Marco had used the Philosophers Stone to heal Izumi, she and Sig finally had a child, right around the same time Winry and Ed had James. His name was Ian, Ian Alex Curtis, named after Major Armstrong, whom both Izumi and Sig had gained a great respect for after their battle with "Father."

It seemed that everyone had settled into nice, normal lives after the battle. Except for her and Mustang.

As he looked at her, his face cold as stone, Riza bit her lip to keep from crying. She didn't want to do this to him, but she had to. She had no choice.

"I'll arrange for your departure." Roy finally said, reaching for the phone on his desk. "If you wish, I can have everything ready so that you can leave tomorrow."

Riza nodded. "Thank you, Sir." She managed to get out. She could hardly breathe. Roy nodded to dismiss her and Riza walked out, drifting through the halls of Central, trying to take everything in before she had to leave.

She knew she could have no contact with central ever again. Once she was in the East, she would remain there for the rest of her days. No one could find out why she was leaving. Riza turned a corner and choked back a sob as she leaned against the wall next to a window. Thankfully no one was around to see her cry as she protectively wrapped her arms around her middle, wishing it didn't have to be the way it was. But what else she could she do? Roy meant too much to her to ruin him like this. So no one could find out.

No one at all could know that she was pregnant with Roy Mustang's child.