The march began. She wore a long trailed white dress and gossamer veil. The guests watched her as she gracefully floated down the isle. In a blue amestrian uniform stood a tall man, dark hair, a pair of glasses and a stubbly beard. Next to him was a slightly shorter man with slicked back black hair and dark eyes.
The bride knew her eyes should have been fixed on her soon to be husband, but her eyes were locked with a pair of orange-brown rather then green. As the bride arrived next to her new husband she sighed. Both the bride and the groom were next to the one they loved the most, neither in love with each other.
A fork clinked against a champagne glass. Riza stood next to the bride, in a simple blue dress.
"May I have your attention?" Hawkeye asked as the voices continued to roar on "Fine be that way," Hawkeye huffed reaching under the hem of her dress and pulling a pistol off a band on her leg. She pointed the pistol up at the tent firing a shot. All eyes were now fixed on Hawkeye, all voices silenced
"Gracia is an amazing friend of mine, from long ago. She's a beautiful spirt, and never gives in. We know that you've finally found your man, and a good one as well. To Gracia!" Hawkeye finished, polishing off a glass of champagne.
Next the Best man stood up. He ran a hand through his hair, causing a few strands of his bangs to fall into his face.
"Dammit Riza, how am I supposed to top a pistol? Well, that's beside the point I'll just have to wing it. Now before you go pointing fingers about the slice of cake missing, I'm dead sure it was Hughes, Oh yeah Hughes! Nearly forgot, now, about you. Maes, your obnoxious, obsessive, clumsy, and downright crazy… and we wouldn't want it any other way. To Maes, you crazy son of a bitch!" Roy Mustang cheered and he downed the champagne.
"Huh, way to make an entrance!" Hughes said walking up to the head table with a bottle of champagne. "Here Riza," Hughes said pouring Hawkeye another glass with a knowing smile and a hand on his hip. Riza inclined her head in a slight nod of appreciation. Hughes sat down next to Gracia kissing her cheek quickly before turning to Mustang and stealing a biscuit from the best mans plate.
"Hey! Give that back!" Roy said as Hughes simply ruffled his slicked back hair ruining it and quickly turning back to his bride. When he turned around he took Gracia's arm and lead her to the dance floor. Gracia elegantly accepted her husbands hand to dance. As Gracia waltzed she held her glass of champagne behind Maes with both of her hands. All of a sudden the glass made a clink as a bullet fell through the tent and into her champagne. Gracia gazed through the champagne and past the bullet to see Roy and Riza having a hushed conversation.