A/N This would be a collection of Royai oneshots. I don't know how many oneshots will there be – I guess as long I have my imagination and I'm Royai addicted. So you can count on at least 50 :)

This one is a sad one but others will be much happier, I promise!

ONE – HYPOTHETICALLY

Roy Mustang often thought about death. Those ghosts of Ishbala people that he murdered during war kept reminding him how the life is short. So he kept thinking.

He didn't know will he die peacefully, in his warm bed when his body achieves its expiration date, or from some evil disease that would beat him one day. But he knew one thing. He knew that if he eventually dies from someone's hand or bullets in this case, she would die with him trying to save his life as she always did. That thought often entered his dreams, turning them to nightmares from which he would awake all sweaty and horrified. But now, he know that this pain in his stomach and her blood on his hands were real.

For the first time in his life, Roy wanted it to be a nightmare. He wanted to wake up again in his sweaty sheets and call her number to hear her voice once again, just to make sure she is alive, like he always did. But reality was cruel.

It all started pretty well, actually. They were invited to the great ball with delicious dinner and music. His ball. He became the Fuhrer at last. The most powerful man in all of the Amestris.

Roy would have thought that that title would grant him the opportunity to invite his old team to the ball to celebrate a fulfilling of their long set goal. But no, they wouldn't let him. But Riza would be there, she was his bodyguard after all. That somehow cheered him up. After all, he wanted to see her in a dress, not Havoc or Breda

It all happened so quickly. At one moment he was enjoying the sight of his former First Lieutenant dancing and at the next he felt pain in his shoulder. And then in his stomach. And at the next moment he was on the floor.

Everything was a blur. Loud screams were ripping his ears out. He closed his eyes, just wanting to fall asleep and forget the pain and the smell of gunpowder. And then he heard it.

He heard someone calling his name so quietly that he almost missed it. Someone was calling him by his rank that he once was. Colonel... He slowly opened his onyx eyes and turned his head to see his beloved bodyguard crawling to his lying form with one hand and with the other clutching her stomach. The crimson liquid was slowly flowing through her firmly squeezed fingers. Her once midnight blue dress was red now. Her brown eyes were wide and terrified, not reflecting that calmness that they usually did. As Riza Hawkeye managed to reach him, she stumbled to her back, her eyes facing the ceiling of the great ball room.

"Does it hurt you very much?" Roy asked in hope that she will answer in negative. It was silly to think that in those circumstances.

"Yes, but I think the pain is lessening now."

Roy smirked despite the pain that that cause him. Even in her last moments, Riza managed to lie just to make him feel better because she knew that those people who shot them were after him, not her, and now she is slowly dying because of him. The bittersweet smile grazed his lips remembering her promise to follow him to his grave. She is certanly doing that now.

Roy painfully tried to move his left hand in search for his gloves in his pocket but he didn't find them. Instead, he grazed a small square box and a sheet of paper. He suddenly realised that he will never get the answer to the question that he will never be able to ask. Unless...

" Let's pretend that this never happened." he started despite the pain in his chest and the blood slowly filling his mouth. " Let's pretend that I picked you up on time and that I told you that you look beautiful tonight as soon as you opened the front door, and not waited for the 'right' moment. Let's pretend that I opened the door of the car for you like I was supposed to. Let's also forget that awkward conversation in the car about miniskirts (why I always mention miniskirts when I'm nervous?). When we came here, I made you sat next to me and not at the next table with other bodyguards like you insisted. When I came to your table, I didn't accidentally spill my champagne all over your purse. When the dinner was over I asked you to dance and we danced for a couple of songs. After that we went out on the balcony to catch some fresh air. You were cold though you never admitted it so I gave you my jacket. The night was beautiful so we went for a walk. I took you to the gardens and we sat there on the old bench admiring the view. Can you imagine that, Riza?"

If the fact that Roy Mustang called her by her name for the first time since they were kids confused her, she didn't show it. "Yes", she answered.

"Now, hypothetically, what would you answer if I ask to marry me there?" Roy was trying to sound calm, like he just didn't say what has been on his mind this whole day, well week to be precise. Riza thought for a while and then answered:" I would ask you if that's some kind of bet you were playing with Havoc. If it was, I would shot you."

"Fair enough. And if it wasn't?"

"Hypothetically...I think I would say yes."

Roy struggled not to grin like a maniac on those words.

"What would happen next? Hypothetically, of course." she asked curiously despite the effort of keeping her eyes open.

"Well, I would rush inside to tell everybody. They would all applaud and congratulate us. The loudest of all would be your grandfather since he was trying to make me propose to you during every chess match we had."

"Really? He did that?"

"Yes, that and he also asked me to give him some great-grandchildren. So he would be really pleased when we have some."

"We would have children?" Riza asked with a small smile on her blood soaked lips.

"Of course. A boy and a girl. The boy would be a sniper like you, and the girl will be very popular among men because she would inherit your looks and my killer-charm. From time to time I would have to fry some guy to teach them a lesson for meddling with Flame Alchemist's daughter. Someday, they would start their own families so we would be left alone in a big house. We will move to live somewhere near the sea and we would live happily ever after there.

"That would be nice." Riza said her smile fading. She turned her head to face his sad black eyes. In them, she saw the future together they'll never have. So she slowly close her eyes, her long lashes letting just one tear to slip past them. And she never opened them again.

"Yes, it would." Roy whispered and followed her.

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It wasn't just a position in which they were found that made everyone tear their hearts out. It was also the objects that were found in Fuhrer's pocket. Who would have thought that an engagement ring and a speech on paper that comes to it would make famous Fullmetal alchemist cry?

In the speech that Roy prepared, he apologized to Riza in advance for his clumsiness and that he would surely be late to pick her up because he had still been trying to find the right words to tell her at that moment when he will propose to her after all of the years. He also apologized for not being able to memorize it.

Edward skipped the love confessions and promises, it was too much. At the end, there was a quote that comes from the book that Roy used to read. Later on, that quote was carved on their tombstone. Those few words describe their life together and, sadly, their death. So under the names of the one-day-Fuhrer and his beloved bodyguard it would forever stand:

"Life is like a phoenix. In the greatest moment, it fails you but you never really die. Your soul lives on forever in your lover's heart and in friend's mind."

A/N What do you think? I'm pretty sleepy right now and I just wanna be done with this so I'm sorry for my mistakes. Ok, I'm going to sleep now and it would be nice to have some nice reviews when I wake up…