100 themes FMA

Theme: 98: Royalty

Characters: Roy, Riza

Universe: Manga/Brotherhood

Words: 557

Warnings: Brigadier General Olivier Mira Armstrong's death glare.

"Welcome to the head office, Fuhrer Mustang."

Roy nodded at the assembled generals. All of them, save Brigadier General Armstrong, had been in their positions no longer than four years, making her the default senior, and it was she who went through the formal proceedings, on some strange and frightening line between utter boredom and pure rage. It was kinda fun to watch.

"... and, naturally, there is a panic button under the desk. This one sets off emergency alarms throughout headquarters, and this one is a silent alarm to summon a unit to your office." Olivier Mira Armstrong strode around the desk, deliberately avoiding having to look at Roy's smug grin. "Will that be all, sir?"

"Yes, thank you," he said, quite enjoying the pure venom in that sir. "I will spend this morning moving my papers and effects, and, of course, making myself presentable for the late Fuhrer Grumman's funeral this afternoon."

"That'll be a piece of work," Armstrong murdered, giving him a karate-chop salute, imitated (with somewhat less force) by the other generals, before leading them from the room, leaving the new Fuhrer alone with his PA.

"You seem to quite enjoy her hatred," Riza commented, beginning to unpack some paperwork.

"It's invigorating," Roy said with a shrug and an unashamed grin."After all, without homunculi and crooked senior staff, I would grow sloppy if nobody wanted to kill me!" He checked through some of the papers that Riza handed him on the way to the filing cabinet. "Hmmm... congratulations from Emperor Ling... request for ceasefire discussions from the Prince of Aerugo... and the King of Creta... hmmm."

"Something on your mind, sir?" Riza asked, not having to look at him to know the thoughtful expression on his face.

"Just thinking about rulers," he said. "It seems that Amestris is the only country in the continent without a hereditary monarchy, yet it ended up more fixed and corrupt than any country run by an inbred aristocrat. Isn't that something?"

"Well, the last corrupt Fuhrer was King Bradley," Riza said dryly. "Elected though the position may be, we were never meant to be under any illusions about what it really was. In Xing especially, I suppose good blood just finds its way." She frowned at him. "Are you so sure that you want to begin implementing a democracy right away? We are still in something of a state of war, primarily with Aerugo and Drachma; a full peace settlement has yet to be implemented. The people may prefer someone like General Armstrong in that position."

"Hey, I fought in Central too," Roy reminded her. "And I'll always make my way back here. Don't you know? "Roy..." means royalty."

Riza stared at him for a moment. "...How can you talk about yourself as royalty in the same breath as declaring yourself a democratically elected ruler?"

"It's that indefinable charisma and charm that got me where I am now," he teased, his grin softening. "But no king can win the war without his pawns, his rooks, his knights, his bishops... and his queen."

Riza quickly turned around to hide her expression, shuffling some more papers away. "Hmmm... so, are you still planning to implement some changes to the fraternization laws?"

"They'll pass with no problem when everyone's focused on the democracy laws," Roy chuckled. "I plan to be a very busy king..."

Am... am I writing FMA fic? O_o Yeah, I was discussing FMA day with a friend, who sent me some prompts. I think they're from a DA group or something, but I can't draw, so writing instead!

I really got into Fullmetal Alchemist recently. I'd never been interested before, but then my roommate in India spent a full hour one bored day ranting about how much she loved Maes Hughes and how his death was the saddest thing to have ever happened ever, and I promised to check it out when I got home. I looked up the manga, not expecting to read more than the first chapter. About four hours later, I got called out for dinner and spent the entire meal panicking about how Ed and Ling were going to get out of Gluttony's stomach XD So yeah... my plunnies attacked the prompts with a vengeance. It's broken my writer's block, at any rate. So, if I get through these, will you guys get back to work on Spirit Detective?

Plunnies: ...maaaaaaybe.

Me: Good enough.

I don't own any of the rights to FMA. Sadly, Arakawa-sensei's lawyers aren't as thick as Yoki.