A Woman's Intuition. Possesive!Roy ahead.
Warnings: Blatant shounen-ai. RoyEd. Unbetaed. Found in my religion notebook of last (last?) year. Hastily scribbled idea.
Disclaimer: FMA aint mine.
Riza Hawkeye handed the Fuhrer a regular sized folder.
"All they need now is your signature."
Roy Mustang nodded distractedly and read through the sheaf presented to him.
"If I may speak freely, Fuhrer?" Riza asked, after a moment of silence.
The man muttered a yes and began signing the papers.
"Why are you promoting Ed? I thought you didn't want him to participate in military operations?"
The Fuhrer smiled ruefully and slammed the folder shut, setting his elbows on his wide desk.
"For some bizarre reason, Fullmetal seems to have no intention of retiring. Unfortunately, dismissing him is utterly impossible. He is too much of a 'hero of the people' to be 'gracefully discharged' with no complications."
The sharpshooter pursed her lips.
"I am aware of that. However, if Fullmetal remained a Major, then would it not be easier to keep him away from major ops?"
Roy set his chin on his clasped hands.
"General Hawkeye. I am sure you are aware of the chain of command. Even though the Fuhrer is technically in charge of everyone, there are very few who are actually directly under him."
A look of dawning comprehension crossed the secretary's face.
"Also, it is simply too much of a hassle for the Fuhrer to be formally informed of every little detail, so each smaller military office is given the liberty to do what they wish regarding 'inconsequential' matters. And this liberty is easily flexible – as exemplified by how I, myself, handled the Fullmetal Alchemist when I was a Colonel."
There was a small pause, and Roy's eyes glinted dangerously.
"Frankly, Riza… the thought of Edward subject to someone else's orders… it irks me."
Riza was hard-pressed to hold in her amusement at her superior's thoroughly annoyed expression.
"The idea of him under another's command irritates me more than you can imagine. I've always handled him, after all. Therefore, I cannot allow it to happen. That is why I am finally allowing him a promotion. This way, I am the only one with power over him. What does it matter if it's a great jump? The merits he has earned in the war, even without those from his earlier years, are more than enough to justify him becoming a General."
Roy Mustang was rambling. Riza Hawkeye was inordinately amused. He hasn't rambled since before the First War.
"If that is all, I'd appreciate it if you called Fullmetal to see me for information on his recent promotion."
This time, Hawkeye could not prevent a smile from breaking through.
"Understood." She answered, offering a sharp salute. "However…"
Riza turned around and walked toward the door.
"I would also appreciate it, Fuhrer Mustang, if you'll simply state that you love him."
Roy Mustang's stunned silence, Riza mused, was definitely satisfying.
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