A/N: And here's the first chapter! I finally got back into writing, so I apologize in advance! I love these character and wanted to get some ideas out. They're a lot of fun to write. This is for Roy's first day in office. Fitting, since this is what they've been dreaming of for so long. Enjoy!
Riza strolled into work at precisely 0500, like she had every other morning. Normally, she would've already started on her second cup of coffee by now, but today was different. There was a lot of chatter around the office. It only made sense; Roy Mustang was starting his first day as Fuhrer of Amestris. He wouldn't be in for another two hours, but everyone was already alive with anticipation. She had barely slept last night and doubted she'd need anything to keep her stimulated. Roy said he had plans already for his first day. He'd been in meetings for the past few weeks, getting everything ready for his formal transition.
When she was greeted with nearly 50 boxes stacked inside her new office, she was a bit taken aback. A small, white chess piece was perched on the one closest to the door. It was an elegantly carved Queen. A small, reserved smile graced her features. 'He does love his metaphors,' she mused quietly to herself. 'Only he could have this prepared in advance. He's always 5 steps ahead.' She noticed a memo attached to the same box and picked it up.
Captain Hawkeye,
We've come so far. Thank you for having my back. Now I want to have yours. Please distribute these to the appropriate personnel. It's time we make Amestris a better place. I want our future to look so much better than we ever thought.
R
Riza shook her head, taking a moment to let it all in. As she took out her knife and cut through the tape, she tried to wrap her head around how far they'd come. If there was ever a man who deserved to be Fuhrer it was Roy Must-
The newly minted Captain wasn't sure what she should have expected to find inside the boxes, but this was not it. Her hands sought purchase on the material that was alarmingly similar to her uniform she was wearing. She pulled out the garment that was too short to be anything but-
'That son of a bitch.'
Roy Mustang strutted into work at 0630 that morning. To say he had been anticipating this day would be an understatement. He was saluted by officers and enlisted alike. As he made it further into the building, he continued to search for a particular blond adjutant. He passed her office, which was conveniently locked and dark. He was mildly disappointed. Roy had hoped she had already received his 'gift' to her. He had planned it so she would find it when she came in for work, which was always way too early for his taste.
He was still mulling over where she might have gone to when he got to his office. Someone had taped a Queen chess piece to the thick wood door. A lopsided grin reached his face and he pulled the small figurine off. When he opened the door and flicked the lights on, a brief laugh erupted from his lips.
There, in the large expanse of his office, were 50 cardboard boxes and what remained of what were sure to be very attractive mini-skirts. He picked up one of the tattered pieces of fabric, admiring the number of bullet holes in them. The boxes themselves had also been completely decimated. He wandered over to his desk, stepping around the damaged clothing and spotted a single sheet of paper. The new Fuhrer sat down in his oversized chair and read the contents.
Dear Fuhrer Mustang,
Although you have come a long way, you still have a long way to go on this path.
Take care not to fall off it.
R
Roy set down the paper, glancing up when a young officer came in, holding a stack of files. The boy's eyes widened as he took in the mess in the new Fuhrer's office.
"Sir? Is everything alright?"
"Oh yes, there was just a bit of a whirlwind that came in a little while ago."
As the officer fumbled over himself to drop off the files and leave, Roy leaned back in his chair. He was beginning to think that he really liked his new position.
Now he just had to find someone to clean all this – and some way to explain why 300,000 cenz from the Uniforms budget was missing.
