Chapter 1

The country of Amestries was once a violent country. It's history of bloodshed surpasses any other. The streets are paved with blood that can no longer be seen by the naked eye. However, with the fall of King Bradley, a new leader has taken charge. He has seen to it that the wars are ended, the streets cleaned of anger and the people protected from tyranny. The people of the world breath a sigh of relief. The anger and bloodthirsty country is, finally, being tamed. The man running the country is a tall, handsome fellow. Short black hair hung slightly in his determined, black eyes. His mouth is almost always in a smirk as he attends to the needs of his people. He had broad shoulders and large, strong hands. A well developed body hides beneath the garb of the Fuhrer, slightly marred by small scars from his days in combat. Standing always to his right in a military uniform was a beautiful woman. Her brown eyes surveyed every face, searching for any kind of hidden ill intent toward her commanding officer. A pistol hung by her side at all times, ammunition hidden all along her person in case one bullet wasn't enough. Long blonde hair was flipped up in the back of her head and secured there by a brown hair clip. She was stronger than she appeared and very well endowed. She wore a long skirt, not following the new, female dress code.

Fuhrer President Roy Mustang and his trusted General Riza Hawkeye stood now at the top of the chain. Havoc, Fury and all of Mustang's other subordinates had been moved up in station and stayed close to him. Mustang knows how important it is to have trusted allies, even in a country that seems peaceful. Fury handles all communications. Havoc handles emissaries with Rebecca close at his side. They had been happily married for several months now. Falman was in control of Mustang's intelligence network, much to his delight. Breda took charge of security but he had been given his own subordinate to handle training security dogs. Overall, Mustang ruled the country as its head but had many others beneath him that helped him from making the wrong decisions, including General Olivia Armstrong and General Gruman. Scar had even become an ally to the country when Mustang had promised to find a way to give the Ishbalan's back their land. So far, everything had been going well. A peace treaty had finally been drawn up between Amestries and Drachma. It was, finally, a time of peace. Mustang relaxed in his huge office, Riza standing close to him, sifting through his paperwork.

"Riza, you don't need to do that," he told her, "I can have a small break from all that work."

"You've been on that break for almost an hour now, sir," Hawkeye replied calmly as she pulled out a stack of work. "It seems some of Bradley's supporters are trying to start uprisings again." Mustang held out his hand for the documents which Hawkeye passed to him. His eyes skimmed down the report, a frown slowly appearing on his face. With a dark sigh, he tossed the documents aside.

"This is the third time this week they've tried to stir up the Ishbalans."

"Should we send some more troops down there, sir?"

"No. Scar should be able to handle things on his own."

"Yes. sir." They said nothing for some time. Mustang finally stood and walked toward the door. Hawkeye followed behind, checking to see that her gun was properly in place. They wandered down the hall, checking to make sure everything was going smoothly. Havoc saw him in the hall, a cigarette stuck in his mouth with a ring of smoke curling around his head. His blonde hair was the same, sticking out with casual indifference but a little longer. His face sported some stubble on his chin. Holding his hand was Rebecca, a deliriously happy smile on her face. The miniskirt she was wearing fit her well, much to Havoc distinct delight. Havoc gave Mustang a casual salute, a grin on his face. Rebecca snapped a crisp one which Mustang waved away. He was grinning as he and Havoc gripped each other's hands.

"Good to see you, Fuhrer," Havoc said, falling in step behind Mustang.

"I see you keep yourself busy," Mustang smirked at his friend. Havoc squeezed Rebecca;s hand for a second, a large and proud grin on his face. Hawkeye allowed herself a smile. Rebecca was chattering non-stop to her about her daily life.

"We're doing quite well," Havoc told Mustang, glowing with pride. Mustang gave his friend a skeptical look. Havoc pulled his wife into his arms, holding her tight. Rebecca smiled happily.

"Rebecca is expecting!" Havoc said, the excitement and anxiety clear in his voice and on his face. Mustang laughed and clapped his friend on the back. Rebecca beamed, resting a hand on her stomach. Hawkeye smiled and hugged Rebecca for only one moment before releasing her.

"Congratulations," Mustang laughed, his face a light with joy and merriment. Havoc grinned with pride. That night, after all the work was done, Havoc and Rebecca hosted a party for their new child on the way. There was much to drink and more to eat. Mustang drank heavily with Havoc, celebrating as loud as he could. Hawkeye sighed when the party finally wound down. Mustang hadn't drunk completely out of his senses but Hawkeye still insisted on driving him home. He sat in silence in the back seat as Hawkeye maneuvered easily down the road. She pulled onto the side of the road, stopping the car outside his house. It was a small home, not one you would expect the leader of a country to live in. A cream-colored exterior gave it a very homey look, with small windows. Hawkeye got out of the car and opened the car door for Mustang, who stumbled out. With Hawkeye's guidance, he made it inside. The living room was bare of any pictures and sported very little furniture. The kitchen was a mess, indicating that only a man lived here. Pots, pans and plates were stacked into the sink and the counter looked like it had just been wiped once. Hawkeye helped her commanding officer into his bedroom and dropped him on his bed. She saluted him.

"I'll be leaving then, sir."

"Riza...would you stay? For only a moment?" Riza frowned, finding this to be a very strange thing for him to say. Sighing, she nodded and sat next to him. Mustang smirked but it was very close to an actual smile. Hawkeye smiled back and looked at one of the walls. Her own weariness was finally catching up to her. She yawned, covering her mouth with her hand. She could hear Mustang slip into sleep behind her, his breathing becoming slower. She turned slightly, looking at his face. His hair had fallen in front of his eyes, being blown a little with each breath. Hawkeye's fingers itched to move it away but she decided against it. She stood slowly so as not to wake him. She paused, thinking for a moment, that it would be easier if she just went to sleep here. Shaking to clear her head, Hawkeye knew that was not proper nor appropriate. Silent, she left Mustang in his home and drove to her own apartment. When she finally collapsed on the bed with Black Hayate curling up beside her, she thought of him for a fleeting moment before she passed into sleep.