This is a sequal to my previous work The King and his Queen. Though you don't have to read it to understand the story. Hope you enjoy and things don't seem to far out of character! Enjoy!

Alas, I don't own anything.


bride·zil·la

/ˌbrīdˈzilə/

noun

humorous

noun: bridezilla; plural noun: bridezillas

a woman whose behaviour in planning her wedding is regarded as obsessive or intolerably demanding.

-/-/-

"Hey relax. It's just a simple hem, nothing to worry about."

"It starts out as a simple hem, next thing we know it's too short, and we'll have to order more material. Then we'll have to take money out of the flowers or food budget to accommodate the price or we..."

"Okay Boss, you need to settle down. You've been planning this wedding for almost a year now. Everything is going to be fine." Jean Havoc sighed from beside the raised podium that Roy Mustang stood upon in the tailor shop.

"I just want it to be perfect for her." Roy spoke quietly as he adjusted his collar.

"Wow, you've really gone soft. I'm going to step out for a smoke, try not to have an aneurysm while I'm gone."

Roy shot a glare at his friend's back as he walked out the door. Roy took a deep breath, held it, then let it go. He went over some Alchemy formulas in his head, trying to please all the raging thoughts in his mind. A gentle hand on his arm brought him out of his trance. He turned to see who it was and gave a small smile.

"How is everything going next door, Gracia?"

"Just fine Roy. As far as I know, the fittings are perfect for the bridesmaid's dresses and Riza's as well, though the maid of honour has been voicing her opinions pretty strongly."

Roy merely shook his head.

"That Catalina is something else. Did Riza threaten to shoot her?"

"Only a couple of times. Oh before I forget, do you have your Alchemy gloves on you?"

Roy raised a dark eyebrow as he fished around in his pocket for his gloves.

"You're in for a real shocker when she walks down that aisle next week." Gracia commented, completely changing the subject.

"I have no doubt about that. Now, why do you need to see my gloves?" Roy questioned as he held his gloves out.

"Riza said no gloves while finishing the plans for the wedding." Gracia spoke as she snatched the gloves from Roy's grasp and placed them in her purse.

"But I need those." Roy tried to swipe at her purse but Gracia stepped away before he could do so.

"Roy, ever since you and Riza started planning this wedding, you've been a little bit... impulsive."

"Impulsive? Come on Gracia, I'm not being impulsive. I'm just... assertive." Roy spoke as he got off the podium and walked over to the change rooms.

"Roy you nearly set a man's pants on fire because he brought in the wrong table fabric."

Roy stuck his head out of the curtain as he spoke.

"I asked for Notorious Royal Blue. What did he bring in? Placid Blue Sky. Clearly not the same thing."

"Clearly." Gracia just rolled her eyes.

After Roy changed and re-emerged from the change room, his suit in hand, he walked out of the store with Gracia and met Riza, Havoc, and the rest of Riza's bridesmaids out front of the bridal shop.

"Ready to head back to work?" Riza questioned.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Roy shrugged nonchalantly as he stepped into the Fuhrer's car with Riza. He spotted Gracia handing his gloves over to Riza and she slipped them into her purse.

They drove back to Central Command in compatible silence, enjoying the moment of peace in their hectic lives.

"How did the suit fit?"

"Just fine." Roy crossed his arms as he continued to stare out the window. Riza, noticing the slight pout in his facial features, raised an eyebrow.

"You seem upset about something."

"I don't have any clue where you got that idea from. I'm simply tired."

Roy could sense Riza's eyebrow rise even more. He continued to stare out the window, trying not to let his Fiancée's look get him to crack.

"If you say so."

Roy threw a cautionary glance over his shoulder. Riza had returned to watching the outside, seemingly unfazed by Roy being tight-lipped. The silence was getting to him though and he didn't know why but, he cracked.

"Okay, okay you win! I'm just upset over the fact that you had my gloves confiscated like I'm some rotten three year old."

Riza just smiled.

"It's only a precaution as we are finalizing the wedding plans. You will get your gloves back after next week."

Riza had to hide a smile as she heard Roy mutter under his breath.

The car pulled up to Central Command and an entourage of soldiers immediately surrounded the car before Roy and Riza were escorted into the building. Havoc took Roy's suit back to his house and would bring Hayate with him before meeting back up at their office. Riza left Roy's side when they entered the building to go and retrieve the day's paperwork and some much-needed coffee. Roy proceeded to his office that he shared with his subordinates.

"So you finally made it back! How'd the monkey suit fit?" Breda chuckled from his desk.

Roy gave him a glare as he walked past.

"The adjustments they made were fine. I'm just glad your suits didn't need the extra adjustments as mine did. It would have set us back on our budget." Roy mumbled the last part under his breath as he anxiously ran his hands through his raven hair.

"I don't mean to be intrusive sir, but even if we did need to get our suits hemmed, with the size of your budget we wouldn't.. even... make.." Fuery slowly trailed off and shirked back behind his radio as the Fuhrer's piercing gaze settled on him.

"I'm just saying I would rather spend the money elsewhere than on adjusting your suits. Like the venue, or the catering or on the special details. Speaking of which, I better call the caterers and make sure they have enough food prepared." Roy spoke as he strode into his personal office and shut the door behind himself. Not long after Havoc, Riza, and Hayate entered the office.

"Hey Hawkeye, how do you put up with him?" Breda questioned while gesturing to Roy's closed door with his head. You could clearly hear him arguing with whoever was on the phone. Riza merely pursed her lips and shook her head as she headed for his door, paperwork, and coffee in hand.

"Years of practice and plenty of patience is the only answer I can give." She spoke as she opened the door and entered, Hayate on her heels.

When the door closed, the three remaining men glanced at each other.

"Isn't it typical for the bride to be worried over things like this?" Breda questioned.

"Remember, he was raised by his aunt and foster sisters. I bet something rubbed off on him to make him act this way." Havoc spoke as he took his seat at his desk.

"You know, with how worried he is over all of these wedding things... there is a word I heard to describe brides that are obsessed with the wedding details like the Boss has been." Havoc spoke, as he rubbed his chin.

"Oh, I know what you're talking about! You mean he's a Bride.." Before Fuery could finish his sentence Breda covered his mouth with his hand.

"I know exactly what you're about to say. And we all know what he's like when we say the 'U' word. Imagine what he would be like if he was called that word."

All three men suppressed a shiver before returning to work. After a few moments of silence, Havoc spoke up.

"I know this seems random, but what do we call Hawkeye after she gets married?"

-/-/-

At the Fuhrer's Mansion- Roy scribbled away at his desk in his library, trying anxiously to get through his large stack of paperwork he brought home from work. Hayate was curled up at his feet, being silent company. Roy's hand had started to cramp up, the pile didn't look that daunting until he actually started it.

"You know you wouldn't have so much paperwork if you focused on doing that at work instead of focusing on the wedding. You know I would be okay with something simple." Riza spoke as she entered the library, a cup of tea in her hands.

"I know. It's just that you deserve it after all the Hell you've been through. I just want everything to be perfect and not have anyone be shot, burned, or receive any other type of injury. Speaking of which, I should call Captain Matthews and make sure his security team is ready." Roy spoke while he eyed the phone at the corner of his desk.

"Roy you need to relax and besides, shouldn't all of this be the bride's job?"

"I didn't think you would be one to use stereotypes Riza. And besides, you know I like to be involved in the planning of things." Roy continued to sign the papers.

"I didn't think planning a coup d'état and planning a wedding were so similar." Riza spoke with a chuckle in her tone as she sipped her tea.

"You have no idea."

Riza just rolled her eyes.

"I'm going up to bed, finish your work then come straight upstairs. Starting tomorrow, I'm taking full control over the final details okay? You need to focus on your work."

Riza ran her fingers through his dark hair, causing Roy to lean lovingly into her touch. He was a dog of the military in more ways than one.

"Okay, I'll focus on my work."

"I mean it, Roy. Don't let the alchemist in you keep you up all night working on this. Leave some of it for tomorrow if you have to."

Roy finally looked up from the work in front of him and met Riza's worried expression.

"Wow, now I know you're concerned if you'll allow me to leave work to the last minute."

"Just please get to bed at a decent time. I don't want to have to banish you to the couch again."

Roy immediately paled. He always slept better when they shared a bed.

"You're bluffing. You never went through with it when you found out about the Miniskirt clause. And I'm sure you won't go through with it now. You and I both know that we sleep better when we are together."

"Well if you finish your work fast enough, then you have nothing to worry about. Goodnight." Riza spoke as she kissed Roy's temple and left the room, teacup still in hand.

Roy sat there shocked before turning his attention under the desk.

"You don't think she's serious do you Hayate?"

The Shiba Inu merely lifted his head, staring directly into Roy's eyes before getting up, stretching, and following the receding steps of Riza out of the room. Roy immediately continued his work, fully intending on sleeping in a proper bed with Riza but visions of wedding details began swimming through his head and for some reason, he just couldn't turn his brain off, the perfectionist in him just wouldn't allow it.


I just love the idea of Roy being dramatic and wanting to spoil Riza rotten! Hope you enjoyed!

Revised 2018