Author's Note: Hey guys! Just a quick little gift fic for my friend SammyQuill (go check out some of her amazing stories, like Almost Here) whom, I just found out, has the same birthday as me. :D Cool huh! She'll be 22; I'll be 21. Weird. So, in light of this new discovery, I'm writing her a fic! Just a little set of drabbles that will end on our birthday. I'll be posting one a day until then and, as always, these are not Beta-ed. So, Enjoy and review, please! Happy Birthday Sammy!
Disclaimer: I may (almost) be of legal age to drink but I do not own FMA still. The Cow does.
Roy Mustang hated birthdays. He absolutely despised how much older he got with each passing year. And it depressed him how, almost every year, it seemed like he was further away from his dream.
That would all change this year.
Roy's smirk turned into a grin as he adjusted the collar of his dress uniform when the music started playing.
In exactly three years, Major General Roy Mustang would obtain the Fuhrer's seat promised to him by the current Fuhrer.
In exactly eight days, him and his team will be due back in Ishval to finish rebuilding.
His birthday is in exactly five days and in less than an hour he would be married to his right hand woman, best friend, and the love of his life: Riza Hawkeye.
His grin broadened as his beautiful bride's Grandfather passed her hand to his. This year, all of his dreams were within reach.
Maybe birthdays aren't so bad.
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