Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist doesn't belong to me.
I will be changing my pen name to Mishelledor23 to match my DeviantArt and A03 accounts :D
A tingle passed through his body. It wasn't an awful feeling, but not exactly pleasant either. He inwardly swore once again that in return for using the Philosopher's stone to heal his sight, he would devote the rest of his life to restoring the Ishvalans home and culture to them. It was the least he could do.
Roy Mustang blinked. The pure blackness warped, and figures began to form. He blinked again, and the sudden light stung his eyes. Carefully opening one, he looked around at the hopeful faces. Dr. Marcoh smiled and bowed his head respectfully. Riza's lips twitched, coming dangerously close to an elated smile.
"Welcome back Colonel." She said.
Normally, he kept a better grip on his emotions. Normally he was able to keep his feelings for the lieutenant firmly locked away. But after weeks of listening to her voice, desperately hanging on to the memory of her face he'd be damned if he didn't take a good long look.
"Thank you, Lieutenant." He replied breathlessly.
To his surprise, it only took two years to rise to the position of Fuhrer. He'd honestly expected longer. Sitting in this chair, listening to people address him as King Mustang, none of it felt real. Keeping his excitement at bay, Roy conducted himself with all the grace and professionalism his people deserved from their king. He had made it! Starting today, he was finally able to really make a difference and keep his country safe. He heard a gentle knock at the door.
"Come in." He said regally.
The polished wooden door opened and Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye entered, holding a stack of papers. Roy's pen slipped from his fingers and his mouth dropped open.
Face impassive, Riza recited her daily report. Roy retained absolutely none of it. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Riza nudged one of the papers towards him.
"A written copy, for your records." She bowed. "Good day, King Mustang." She turned and left.
The thump of the door closing brought Roy Mustang back to his senses. He wasn't sure what was more mind-boggling; that she'd remembered his silly declaration, meant only to tease her and confuse potential spies or finding out that she did in fact own a tiny miniskirt. Had her hips always swayed like that?
But as the Fuhrer, he had no time to be ogling his gorgeous lieutenant's shapely legs. No, no, he had much more pressing concerns.
Like finding out if as the Fuhrer, he was exempt from that pesky anti-fraternization law.
FIN
There you have it! My first Fullmetal Alchemist ficlet. I've only seen FMA Brotherhood, but I stumbled across the clip about tiny miniskirts and it cracked me up. I'd vote for him!