Thank you all for reading this new story I began. I had this idea for a long time and I thought it's good enough for it's own story. I hope you all like it.
"People of Central," General Armstrong boomed into the microphone, startling not only the people walking along the sidewalks but also the people that had already gathered to meet with the news the renewed government was to give. "It has been a year since the old government has been deemed as traitors to this glorious country of Amestris. We are in need of a brand new government. For the past year, this country has survived with no official leader. We cannot survive any longer with this unorganized mess," The crowd of people was in shock and awe of the General's words. They didn't even know that no one was running the huge country. "This is the base reason for this announcement. Earlier today, the members of the new government held a meeting as to who shall govern this wondrous country. The members have come to a census. Now, with as much reluctance any rival shall have, please welcome your new Fuhrer, Roy Mustang." Cheers were thrown across the streets, roaring screams and claps filled the air with joy. They finally received a ruler once more, and this time the ruler isn't a homunculus. Yet, as the new Fuhrer approached the podium with the assistance of his lieutenant, Riza Hawkeye, the crowd was nothing but a meek whisper from a child dying of boredom.
"Citizens of Central," the newly appointed Fuhrer Roy Mustang addressed, "From the first day of enlisting in the Forces as an alchemist, I have always dreamed of running this country. This country would have fair rights and non-corruption that every person deserves. Today my dream began its fruition, even though I can't see it with my very eyes. Nevertheless, this country will gain true glory for all of it's entirety, its Amestrians." The crowd roared with cheering for the short speech of Mustang. As the speech ended, lieutenant Hawkeye assisted the Fuhrer down the stairs of the podium, bringing him to his former team of rogues. A certain alchemist known as Fullmetal approached him.
"Well done Fuhrer," Edward congratulated, being surprisingly cordial. "I know that you will definitely see your dream come true." Edward returned to his cocky self, about as cocky as his self seven years ago. Yet he appeared as his ten-year-old self, having all his limbs. This was one of the effects of defeating Father. Since Father absorbed the Truth, and Edward and friends destroyed Father, they also destroyed the Truth, giving Edward, Izumi, Alphonse, and Roy their lost gifts. Sadly though, Mustang only regained some of his sight since he lost it not so long ago.
"Ed, be nice," Al sternly said to him. "You are in no position for ridicule. I am still taller than you." Even though Edward has been fueling Al's body for many years, Al's body seemed to be of the stature of an adult, unlike Edward's permanently shrimpy body. Although this is completely different than the past, Edward's reaction is still stably unstable.
"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME SO TINY THAT YOU NEED A MICROSCOPE TO SEE THE OUTLINE OF MY FIGURE!!" Ed yelled at his younger brother, keeping their natural relationship intact. "I've grown so much since I stopped fueling your body!"
"Boys boys boys," Winry said melodramatically. She arrived at Central for the Fuhrer's coronation and a special surprise from Edward. "Why are you two keeping that up? If you two are going to act like children again, I'll get my wrench out!" The two boys were immediately silenced.
"Anyways, the Fuhrer will be hosting a coronation party at the palace tonight," Riza interjected, stopping the irritable madness. "Everyone from the resistance is invited, and any other loyal subordinates as well. Now, I need to take the Fuhrer to his new palace," she said as she brought him to the car. They entered the back, a chauffeur driving them wherever they wanted.
"Please, take us to the palace," Riza commanded, wanting the driver to go fast.
"What's the rush Riza?" Roy asked her. He noticed that she has been acting strange for a few months, when they returned the Elric brothers to Resembool.
"We need to affirm the tidiness of the palace before the coronation commences," she pieced together. Her inner thoughts weren't ones to be said to the new Fuhrer of a country, at least not at this day. She isn't even sure if her thoughts are accurate.
"I guess you're right. I have a question for you: do you ever relax?" the Fuhrer oddly asked her. The lieutenant gave him a stern look.
"You are out of place, Fuhrer Roy Mustang," she replied harshly to him. "I suggest that you ask no further questions." The rest of the car ride was full of silence. As they approached the palace, Riza noticed many maids cleaning the lands, leaving nothing for her to do except assist the Fuhrer, the person she didn't want to converse with.
As hours passed by, the width of time until the party grew thinner and thinner. The maids were finishing up their duties and Roy was dressing himself for the occasion. Riza was left in her dormitories dressing herself in a gorgeous blue silk gown fit for a queen. She let her hair down behind her back and wore a shawl to conceal her lifelong scar. She adorned earring upon her ears, fancy ones unlike her naturally concealed ones. On this night, she was a beauty. She looked at the clock and noticed that the party had already begun. She rushed out of the quarters and searched for Roy. Alas, she found him ten minutes into her search. He was near Edward, Alphonse, and his old buddies of the East. The party went along well. Everyone was having a grand time. Yet, at the end, when nearly no one was there except the usual group, Edward was acting unusually odd.
"I'm not sure though Al," Ed said. He looked as if he was going to pee his pants. "I don't know if I can go through with this. This is way too excruciating." Al sighed.
"Ed, you underwent automail surgery. You bonded my soul and lost an arm and a leg. I believe this doesn't compare," Al denied him.
"I see your point younger brother, but you are missing one important part of this," Ed was telling him. He certainly didn't want to lose this argument. "This is for eternity. We got our bodies back. I can never go back on this. We were able to go back and get our bodies back!"
"I also see your point Edward," Al interjected. "But how have you felt about the entire idea? I mean, how do you emotionally feel?"
"I feel like there's a heaven," Ed murmured. "I feel happy, like there was no battle to begin with. I guess you're right then Al." Shortly, Winry came up behind Ed.
"Right about what?" she asked, wondering what they were talking about. She liked this new honesty policy they developed for each other over the past few years. This actually allowed Ed and Winry to express their feeling for each other to each other.
"Um, um, um… about this," Edward began as he reached into his right pocket. He grasped onto the object and seemingly fell onto the ground, only he fell to one knee instead of two. He pulled the object out of his pocket and had it clasped in both hands out in front of him. "Ms. Winry Rockbell, I have known you since we were very young. Apart from Al, you are my best friend. But since you are a girl, being best friends isn't going to work. So, in order to solve this problem, Winry Rockbell, will you take my hand in marriage?" Everyone near them except Al was completely flabbergasted; they didn't expect this to occur. Yet the silence didn't last for long.
"Of course yes you nitwit!" Winry squealed, crying at the same time. She wrapped her arms around him and passionately kissed him. She pulled away. "I'm so glad that you finally made me cry tears of joy," she told him, being happy as can be. But soon they left to who-knows-where and the rest of the guests followed suit. All that remained were Riza and Roy.
"I'm glad that Fullmetal finally found a woman. He really needs it. He needs someone shorter than him," the Fuhrer laughed. Riza was a bit uneasy. "I wish I could find someone, but I think she's already here." He turned to Riza. "Riza, I know this sounds completely corny and stupid, especially due to Fullmetal, but I love you. I always have. You have made my life better ever since we have met. I want to live my life with you forever. Will you celebrate tonight with me?" Riza's face was full of sadness and sorrow. "I meant drink champagne in celebration for all this good news. I wasn't trying to be dirty, my love," Roy interjected, trying to save himself. Yet Riza was still sad.
"Roy, hmmm, Roy," Riza tried to speak, but she only broke into tears. At last she gained her composure. "Roy, I do believe I love you too, but I need to get some things settled out before I can be with you. I need some time to think. We have a busy day tomorrow so I suggest you get some sleep tonight. Goodnight Fuhrer Roy Mustang." She left the main room and entered her quarters and laid in her bed. She was completely confused with herself. How can she be feeling this regret she suppressed many years ago? She has found new people, but the past seems to repeat itself. How can she be sure that her dreaded mistakes won't come to haunt her?
Well, there you have it, the first chapter of The Hawk's Eyes. I hope that you don't leave this story because I didn't tell the main problem. I assure you that it will be addressed in a further chapter. Please tell me how to improve and I will take it awesomely. Again, thank for reading, and please review!!
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