Disclaimer: As usual. But I would rent Charlotte and her dad and all the other OC's. Anyone interested?
And yes: It's still just something I came up with after thinking about Hawkeye's family on her mother's side.

Short summary:

After being married for more than thirty years, Lieutenant General Grumman and his wife came to the conclusion to hook their stubborn granddaughter up … with a certain colonel. But since both of them are stubborn like hell, they requested the help of their friends and subordinates. Among them Lieutenant Colonel Jadelina Christina Mustang-Tempest, the Breeze Soul Alchemist, and her younger twin brother: Lieutenant Colonel Philippe Abel Mustang-Tempest who happen to be related to Colonel Roy Mustang. Other conspirators are Maes Hughes – of course –, wife, his cousins, the whole family which remained on the side of Riza's father and the Ice Queen herself with some of her most trusted subordinates.

For short: it was doomed from the very beginning but when it got to the point that Edward, Winry, Alphonse and Major Armstrong along with his subordinates came into the play, it was a lost cause and everything went down the drain since the homunculi were really happy about such a good opportunity to get rid of so many people at once … and with Kimblee on the lose, something drastic is bound to happen.

So, read this story if you are…

…a fan of Royai.
…a fan of Edwin.
…a fan of SheskaxKain/OlivierxMiles/HavocxRebecca/MariaxDenny.
…a fan of a story which has actually a plot and some crazy ideas.
...someone who agrees with Riza's saying that no dark family secret stays secret forever.
...someone who wants to see Roy failing ... epically ... with flowers.

It had been a coincidence that they met. If his mother hadn't been ill, the young Leroy Grumman would never have met the young Charlotte Llewellyn. But she had been ill and they met.

General Llewellyn was a rich man, a powerful man with a great influence. He lived in a huge mansion with his family and one day he decided that he could invite his co-worker and close friend, General Julius Grumman. Since Julius' wife was ill, the other general brought his six-year old son with him. The two adults talked in the salon while Young Leroy was bored.

But the cure for his boredom was close.

A pretty girl with long golden hair came in. She was around Leroy's age, maybe a little bit younger. She froze as she noticed that General Jonathan Llewellyn wasn't alone. Then she smiled shyly and tugged Llewellyn's shirt. "Father, father!" she exclaimed. "I did all my homework and my teacher says that I can play now. But no one is around. Can you play with me?"
The general looked fondly at her. "I am afraid, Charlotte, but I need to talk with my guest. But maybe you can play with Leroy? He seems to be bored…"

His daughter frowned. "He's a boy, father," she said calmly. "I never play with boys."

"There's always a first time, darling," he said and stroked her golden hair. "Come one, Charlotte. Be nice and play with him. I know how much you like to play outside."

"Okay, father," she sighed and glared at Leroy. "Come on, boy. I don't like to wait."

Leroy was almost scared as he followed her and as she turned around without any warning, he stared at her in bewilderment. She glared at him, again. "I never knew that boys are scared that easily," she muttered. "My father is never afraid. But you are just a boy … what did I expect?"

"You are very rude," he said. "It's not nice to talk like that some minutes after the meeting."

"You'll live," she replied. "I bet that I would win if we would race…"

"It's not proper for a girl to race," he said. "Girls are supposed to be nice and pretty. They aren't supposed to be runners or fighters. That's man domain."

Her green eyes narrowed. "I can do all this girly stuff," she hissed, "but I don't need it. When I'm an adult, I will be in the military, just like my father."

"The military doesn't accept women," Leroy countered. "You need a new plan. But every girl has the same plan: marriage and children."

"When I'm an adult, the military will accept women," she said calmly. "Father told me that one of his friends tries to change the rules. So I can enlist when I'm old enough and I won't have to marry a snobbish and arrogant guy."

"Why should a girl enter the army?"

"Father says that I have eyes like an eagle. I bet I could be a sniper." She shrugged. "Well … do you play chess, Mr. Marriage-and-children?"

"I do," he said.

"Great." She smiled. "I hope you don't mind when I take black."

"The woman always takes white!" he said.

"Exactly my point," she replied. "I'm not in this girlish stuff and I don't care at all about what is proper and what is improper."

Despite their differences, they became friends, best friends. And suddenly Charlotte had a nickname, for the first time in her live. Leroy called her Jewel and claimed it was a changed abbreviation for her surname, Llewellyn. She laughed at that, but she was happy.

But their happiness didn't last long enough to savour it.

Leroy ran towards Fuhrer Llewellyn's office after he heard the shooting. He begged that Charlotte was fine since she had visited her father. He was a fast runner but not as fast as her. He reached the office and saw his best friend. She sat in the corner of the office while some soldiers flocked around her and tried to talk with her. On the floor lay her beloved father.

"Jewel…" Leroy kneeled down beside her. "Are you hurt? What … what happened?"

She sobbed and wrapped her arms around him before she buried her face in his chest. "It was an assassin, Leroy," she cried. "He … he shot … my father. I took a gun … and shot him too, but I just hit his shoulder. He … he escaped."

Leroy held her close while she cried. She loved her father and he had loved her too. He had even named the highest decoration after his daughter: The Charlotte-medal.

Suddenly the door opened and an arrogant man entered. His name was Major General King Bradley and he smiled as his eye roamed across the room.

Charlotte glared at him. She hated him, oh, how much she hated him! She stood up and looked at him in hostility. "Congratulations, Major General Bradley," she hissed. "Nice new office…"

Leroy stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She had been pretty as a girl, but as a young woman she had become drop-dead gorgeous. Her hair touched her waist and her green eyes held a fire and a burning determination.

"You'll be too tired if you stay awake," Leroy said friendly and looked at the figure in front of him. It was his final year of training and he was very eager to get back to Lionnenburg, his and Jewel's hometown. Since many months he had a little etui with a beautiful ring in his pocket and he wanted to propose to her as soon as he would see her again. Leroy's reputation among his fellow cadets was good. He was already known as an intelligent and rational strategic. For his last year he had been stationed in Central City and he didn't know all his comrades.

The person turned around and he faced his one and only love. "I know, Leroy," Charlotte replied and smiled amused, "but I need to read this book until tomorrow."

He stared at her in disbelief. "You have followed your father's path? He got killed, Charlotte! You will get killed too!" he said and shook her. "How … how could you?"

"Bradley is already messing up everything my father worked for," she said calmly, "and I can't let that happen. I couldn't protect my father but I will protect my country."

He hugged her. "I missed you," he said calmly. "You didn't answer my letters."

"I am sorry for that," she sighed, "but last year I saw some action in the Western area. I wasn't in the mood to write long letters. I hope you didn't worry too much." She smiled slyly. "But knowing you, you were really busy with dating beautiful girls all around Amestris."

"No," he replied. "In my world exist just one beautiful girl, Jewel."

"Did you ever tell her?"

He shook his head. "No, but I will," he said amused.

"You really should," she said. "And she is really that beautiful, Cadet Grumman?"

"She is more than beautiful," he grinned. "She is divine and I really hope that she will marry me one day despite she said that she doesn't like the classic plan for woman consisting of marriage and children. She is really someone special, a true tigress."

"Do I know her?" Charlotte asked and frowned a little bit. She wasn't jealous. No. She never was jealous. She was too strong to be jealous.

"I think so," he said and took the ring from his pocket. "It would be a shame when you wouldn't know yourself, Charlotte Riza Llewellyn." He kneeled down. "I never did something like that before but according to all the books, I am supposed to kneel down," he muttered before he looked at her. "Charlotte – I love you despite the fact that you were a spoiled little brat then we met and that you always bet me at chess. Will you marry me and be my black queen until the end of our lives?"

She smiled and nodded. "Of course I will," she said and he put the sparkling ring at her finger.

"You really proposed to your wife that way?" Colonel Roy Mustang asked disturbed. It was one of the calm days in the East. Edward Elric was far away and no serial killers were attacking. The colonel and his commanding officer, Leroy Grumman, were sitting in the General's office and had played chess. Leroy had won, as usually.

And then suddenly they had talked about Grumman's past. And his past, present and future had the same name: Charlotte Llewellyn.

"Yes." Grumman smiled brightly. "She later told me that she thought about shooting me on the spot, but she didn't do it. And now we are married for many years. She supports me … and she mothered a beautiful daughter … and grandmothered an even more beautiful granddaughter."

"I would like to meet your wife one day," Roy said amused. "She has to be a remarkable woman."

"She is," the old man agreed gleefully. "And she has something for pestering our granddaughter about man, marriage and children. They are more than grandmother and granddaughter, they are something like best friends … not that I would mind it." He looked at the clock. "Well, I wonder where my wife is. She told me that she would be punctual this time … but she has to come the whole wide way from the West…"

"One second – you are married to Charlotte Llewellyn alias The Tigress of the West?" Roy stared at his commander in awe. "You have truly the best connections, sir."

"Tell me about it, boy," Grumman sighed. "My wife and me raised in the ranks like firework! We never had the chance to look back and to lead a normal life."

"Do you miss it?" Roy asked.

"No, we aren't allowed to whine about everything we lost. We gained so much along the years … and both our families were in the military," Grumman shrugged. "It's our blood … and our little granddaughter's blood too, I guess."

Eventually Roy left and as he crossed the yard, he nearly collided with his one and only aide, Riza Hawkeye, who accompanied an older woman with sharp green eyes and pale golden hair. The women looked very similar to each other – and they were arguing.

"I told you that there is no one!" Riza hissed while she ignored the fact that her commander stood right in front of her. "Really, I have no time for something like that, Lieutenant General."

"Didn't they tell you during your training that it's wrong to lie to higher-ranking officers?"

"Didn't they tell you during your seminar that you should mess with lower-ranking officers lives?" Riza replied.

"You have a point there, little bird," the other woman sighed.

"Hate to break you the news, but a hummingbird is much smaller than a hawk."

"It isn't like you to be that sarcastic," the stranger said worried. "Alright, Riza, what's going on? Did he upset you again? Did he try again to marry you with someone?"

"He was fine the past weeks," the first lieutenant said. "I just got not enough sleep last night."

"I knew that you had a boyfriend!"

"Grandmother!" Riza hissed. "You know exactly that a boyfriend isn't my goal. I didn't get enough sleep because I stayed until midnight in the office to catch up."

"How boring…" The older woman pouted. "When I was your age, I never got a decent sleep at night. Well, it was your grandfather's fault. He was too … passionate."

"Gran, there are things I never wanted to know," Riza sighed. "Alright, you'll find his office?"

"It isn't my first time in the East," the woman sighed. "And I'm not senile enough to forget where my one and only husband has his office. You worry too much about me, Riza."

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