He wasn't sure as to why he even allowed himself to be dragged along by Maes. It was half past seven and guests were still arriving to this humble abode, a giant mansion within central, reflecting upon the status and wealth of the family that resided within it, the Armstrong family. They had been hosting a charity event, for what purpose, he knew not, but from what he heard from Maes, it was not uncommon for the Armstrong's to host this type of event.
The reason as to he, Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang from East City found himself in front of the Armstrong abode with his right hand 2nd Lieutenant Hawkeye? It was not as complicated of a story as many would think, for starters.
His rather close friend, Major Maes Hughes, who happened to work with one of the Armstrong heirs, Major Alex Louis Armstrong, had invited him, to the event. He had also been allowed to bring along guests. Plural, which had meant to Roy Mustang that he had taken this opportunity to see his friend from long ago who he could barely see and only kept up through phone commuications, either for Hughes to gush about his wife or exchange insider information, for various reasons, one he could pressure was to gush on about his wife in person, others he could merely speculate, such as gaining connections in higher places.
And if he would be going down to central, it would also mean his assistant and bodyguard, 2nd Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye would be attending, to make sure nothing would happen to him, or make a fool of himself in such a way it would ruin his reputation and chance at becoming Führer. With a rather important event like this, high ranking officials and stars would be attending, a good impression would be important.
On Major Armstrong himself, he knew not much. He had fought in the Ishvalan civil war, but had been discharged and reassigned for questioning authority and refusing orders to kill. He could not blame the man, but he had dreams he wanted to aspire too. He would dirty his hands, but he would make sure they would answer for their crimes one day, for a genocide should not be permitted, no matter the reasons.
Upon the top steps of the mansion, he noted a man looking to a watch rather impatiently, holding his arm was a rather lovely young lady with chestnut blonde hair and green eyes. He recognized both instantly, Maes and Gracia Hughes. He walked up the gravel pathway when Maes finally noticed him.
"Yo, Roy! It's been way to long since I last say you!" He waved cheerfully, Roy returned the gesture with an amused smirk, Maes was in a good mood as ever. When they climbed the steps and greeted face to face he greeted 2nd Lieutenant Hawkeye with a bit more formality. "You both remember my wife Gracia, right?"
"Of course Hughes, you won't stop talking about how amazingly wonderful, beautiful and fantastic she is." He retorted as if it was same old chatter, which it rathe was. Mustang turned to Gracia and took her hand, kissing it politely as the gentleman he had been raised to be.
"It's a pleasure to see you again, Gracia."
"It's good to see both of you are well." Her voice was warm and welcoming, easily characterized as 'the familiarity of home.' He could understand why Hughes loved her so deeply, he always loved those types of woman, someone who would want a family as much as he did.
"Anyway sorry for calling you on such short notice, I thought that you would have appreciated something like this, you know?" With high ranking officials attending, creating connections allowing him to get further up in the chain of command. The silent words that went unsaid as Hughes rubbed his head with a sheepish grin on his face. Maes was always looking out for him, a good man indeed.
"No problems, really," absolutely none. He looked to his lieutenant, a rather welcomed break.
"I'm sorry if this is rude," as Gracia began to talk to Hawkeye, asking her for her name, as last time they had met, she had not been able to ask for it, and continuing on with other frivolous small talk, which Hawkeye replied to with patience and a small tinge of delight, Maes took Roy to the side.
"I heard from Armstrong that among the guests, a few generals of various standings, from Brigadier to full fledged General would be there, his sister, Major General Armstrong had even been 'called back'," air quotes surrounded the words 'called back', " maybe even the Führer himself." His tonality held a form of warning.
"The point, Hughes."
"The point is, if you fuck up, it could ruin your chance of going big, so watch what you say and be weary of what you say, a potential ally could have turned into an enemy with a slip of the tongue." He knew this. Fairly well, one of the reasons Hawkeye had tagged along, but the Führer himself could be among the crowd? He would have to hold himself proper and kiss as much ass.
"Also," Hughes disrupted Mustang from his musing, "there are a whole bunch of single ladies here tonight. A could time to find yourself a wife." He jabbed to his friend.
Mustang abruptly turned his eye to Hawkeye.
"Its been a pleasure seeing you Hughes, but me and my Lieutenant will be leaving you now." He marched into the direction of of the Armstrong mansion entrance. Hawkeye quickly following his pace. With that Hughes gave an indignant 'hey!' Before calling out to Mustang one last time.
"Just remember what I said!"
"Of course Hughes, find myself a wife, you tell me this every time we meet." It was the last thing he had said to Hughes before entering the larger entrance way of the Armstrongs. The inside was as luxurious as the inside of the house. If he wasn't careful, he could easily get lost within the labyrinth of fancy walls. Mustang turned his head to his Lieutenant.
"Shall we get going?" He asked charmingly.
"Yes, Sir." Hawkeye replied curtly. As the followed the flow, of people to what he would presume was where the event was taking place, he leaned over to Hawkeye to allow himself to whisper something to her.
"Was the gun really necessary?" He asked incredulously. He hadn't noticed it at first, but as they had made their way to the Armstrong estate, he had noted the small gun she kept discreetly holstered to her thigh. Hawkeye nodded her head.
"Absolutely, sir." Mustang sighed. I guess one could never be too sure when danger was to strike. Hawkeye was always prepared for the worst, even if the worst was marginally unlikely. He remembered why he liked Hawkeye. With a content smirk, that easily doubled as a charming smile to wow the ladies, he made his way to the main event of the night.
And to say the event was high end would be an understatement. Political influences from the corners of Amestris were gathered within the confinements of this very room. There were food tables and music by a live Orchestra, it had just finished a classical piece and moved on to a much more contemporary jazz ballade. People were chatting merely with one another, couples danced on the floor while military officials who had not seen each other in a long time gathered around tables to catch up. One so who had known Mustang called him over, dragging him away from Hawkeye for the rest of the evening.
This was how 2nd Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye found herself separated from her superior for the rest of the evening, not finding him until he was in a bar he had briefly told her about, the very next day.
And this was how Mustang's bizarre adventure began.
A/N: so it's sort of been a while since i've done an fma fanfic, fma was my first ever fandom actually! A few things to note, this is being cross posted on AO3, currently there are 3 chapters (the fourth to be published soon). 2nd, this fic relies on a few hcs, what they are, are in fact mentioned in bits and pieces throughout the story, 3rd, there is no regular update schedule. I update as I see fit. I tend to write the chapters one day before posting them, each about 1k. This is more of an outlet fic more than anything, and in the document im writing in, funny image cutters that i make up my own stories to.
With that, thanks for enjoying this fic!