Roy Mustang was content as he walked through the city with his eldest son, Maes. Many guards offered to accompany them for protection, but Roy just needed to take a nice walk through the city with his son.

"Dad, look!" Maes said, pointing eagerly at the candy shop nearby. "Can I get some candy? Please?"

Roy smiled lightly. "I suppose so. Just...don't tell your mother, O.K.? She'll have my head if she finds out."

Maes laughed, even though his father wasn't joking, and he ran into the store without hesitation. Roy quickly followed Maes, finding that many people were staring at the young boy, and many recognised him as the Führer's son.

Maes smiled brightly at Roy and held up a bag of candies. "Dad, can I get these?" he asked loudly, causing many heads to turn toward Roy, and their eyes bugged out. There was quiet murmuring as the civilians chatted about what an honour it was to be in such close proximity to the ruler of Amestris. It's not that there wasn't this type of commotion on the streets, it's just that it was harder not to notice it in a small candy store.

Roy nodded at his son, approving of his choice of candy. Maes beamed and rushed to the cashier, who smiled warmly at him. As Roy approached the counter, the cashier directed her smile at him and said, "Oh, no worries! I'll let him take those for free!"

"That's not necessary, miss-"

"Oh, but I insist!" her smile grew wider. "Please, it's on us!"

Roy thought for a moment before nodding. "Thank you," he said, leading his son out of the store. As they were leaving, Roy felt someone's eyes on him, and it wasn't in a normal way. No, this person didn't seem friendly.

"She was nice!" Maes mentioned, and Roy nodded, pushing his thoughts aside. "Eat those quickly or hide them, we don't want Mom to see them."

Maes popped a candy into his mouth and looked up at his father curiously. "Do you think we should have got some for Mom, too?"

"No, I don't think your mother likes sweets too much."

"But...all girls like sweets, don't they?"

Roy laughed lightly. "Who told you that?" he asked.

"Well, I brought some candy to a girl in my class last week, and she gave me a kiss on the cheek in return," Maes smiled, knowing his womanizer father would be proud of him.

Roy chuckled and ruffled his son's hair. "That's my boy."

"Führer Mustang," a voice called. Roy was barely able to speak before an earsplitting "BANG" resounded through the air, followed by another.

Maes watched in horror as everything moved in slow motion. A sharp intake of breath was heard from Roy as blood spurted from his back. He stumbled, and he would've fallen if a random civilian hadn't caught him after he fell to his knees.

Maes felt like crying, but no tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to speak but no words came out. He was in a state of shock and horror. He felt as if his feet were glued to the floor, and he saw nor heard nothing except for his limp father in the arms of a stranger.

"Führer Mustang!"

"Call an ambulance!"

"Someone help him!"

"What about little Maes?!"

Because of all the chaos, the shooter was able to escape without anyone noticing. Maes was still standing there, his mouth hanging open slightly, and his mind was blank. He heard voices, sirens, and screaming, but it was all distant. Eventually, he felt a hand on his shoulder, but he didn't look up. He heard the person talking to him, but Maes wasn't going to respond. He couldn't. Even as he was led to a car, Maes kept his eyes on his father, who was currently being lifted into an ambulance. Maes wanted to go to him. He wanted to know that his dad was still alive.

"Don't worry, bud. Everything is going to be okay," the man said. Maes wasn't stupid-he knew he was lying. This man couldn't predict fate. Maes made a small choking sound as he tried to take in everything that'd happened.

Finally, Maes looked up at the man, and he recognized the dark grey outfit as the Military Police uniform. The police officer forced a smile and helped Maes into a car, then he squatted down so he was eye level with the boy.

"What's your name, bud?" he asked. You know my name, Maes wanted to say. The man just wanted him to speak.

"I… M-Maes... " he said shakily, and the officer smiled.

"Are you named after the late Brigadier General Maes Hughes?" Maes nodded.

"How old are you, Maes?"

"E...leven... " Maes replied slowly.

"Do you have any siblings?" the officer asked. What was the point of these questions? This man already knew about Maes and the rest of his family. But Maes nodded anyway.

"Th-three…" he said, beginning to calm down.

"What are their names?"

Maes thought for a moment, as if he couldn't remember, but he did. "I h-have a little sister… Kasey… and two little brothers… Tyler and Hayden… twins."

"Good, good. Now, did you see the man that shot your father?" the officer asked, and Maes tensed. This was a sudden change of subject.

Maes' eyes darted from the officer, to his father, to the pool of blood where his father was shot, to where the shooter had been standing, then back to the officer. "N-no… I... " Maes took a deep, shaky breath. "I didn't."

The officer nodded. "Alright," he said, standing up. "Just sit here and relax, okay? We'll keep your father safe."

Maes stared at his lap, and when the officer walked away, a few tears finally fell from Maes' eyes. They rolled down his cheeks, falling onto his hands after reaching his chin. The young boy stayed quiet, allowing himself to relax as he blocked out the commotion going on around him. He'd just have to trust that his father, the Führer of Amestris, Hero of Ishval, could survive a bullet.

(A/N): How did I do? This is my first published FMA fanfic, so go easy on me .

To be completely honest, I didn't really have a full idea for this story when I first started writing it. At first, I just started writing Roy with his son, but then I decided to have it take a dark twist. This will be a multi-chaptered story, so look forward to that!

Reviews are greatly appreciated! ^.^