Hello! This is the frist fanfiction I post here... hopefully, there are more to come.
I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, but guess what? I wish I did. Not a very original thought, indeed...
Well, I'm Italian, and my english it's not very good, I am here to improve, so please... don't be kind! I accept every kind of review (I don't mind flames, really, but why wasting time in doing them?), and I love critics, so feel free to say everithing you want.
Cause
Every component of Roy Mustang's squad – and even some more people – knew that his aim was to become Fuhrer.
The cause of this ambition, as the Colonel was keen to assert, was the will of making every woman in Amestris military wear a miniskirt.
No one ever cared to ask him from where this sort of a joke came out. It seemed perfectly logical to everyone: Roy Mustang was a renowned bachelor, and never missed the chance of exploiting it.
The problem of logic reasoning, however, is notoriously the fact that it can't be applied to human beings.
When Roy Mustang lingered on his fantasies about what was going to happen was him to insert miniskirt in female soldiers uniform, the first things that came to his mind were the effects that were going to came around.
First of all, the fact that the male members of the army would understood that the ones they met every day at Central Command weren't simply colleagues, but, in fact, women.
And then they would beg him on their knees, for all he hold dear in this world, to cancel the fraternization law. Please.
And there would be nothing he can do about it, and he would have to do as they wanted.
What a pity.
That day, Amestrian girls would lose a men they considered a national treasure, because Roy Mustang's cause had been the same for a lot of years: every day she brought him to work, stayed to work with him and then from work she retrieved him. Who would have thought that the most important thing for a man could be his own shadow...
Only at night, in the darkness of his house, she wasn't there: it was going to be like this forever, because they both didn't deserve happiness and they would have sacrificed it even if they were a step away from obtaining it, and there was not going to be any miniskirt law capable of saving them.
Still, Roy Mustang wondered, and invented a world in which for them there was a possibility.
Roy Mustang's cause was named Riza Hawkeye, and every night she guarded his dreams, even if she was far away.
