It was springtime. Not that there was anything remarkable about that; it was just spring, and today was just another day. Or it would have been, were it not for the fact that Roy had some plans to go through with. He lounged at his desk like he usually did, with his feet on top of it and the chair leaned back. He slipped his right hand into his pocket.
Looking towards the open door, he noticed Hawkeye walking down the hallway, in the direction of the office. She entered, and upon her doing so, Roy stood.
"Shouldn't you be finishing your paperwork, sir?" she asked.
"Perhaps, but I have other, more important matters to discuss with you. The paperwork can wait," he replied. "Would you honor me with a short excursion?"
"Of course, sir." Riza placed the stack of papers she was carrying on the corner of the desk. They exited the office, and made their way to the front of the building. Once outside, Riza spoke, "May I inquire as to where we are going?"
"Yes, if you want," came the reply.
"Where are we going?"
"Oh, nowhere in particular; mostly just wherever we end up." Riza was slightly confused at the colonel's strange response, but she said nothing.
It was around three o'clock in the afternoon, and the weather was mild. As they walked, they talked about lots of things: what was going on around Central, how ridiculous Mustang's other subordinates could be, how the colonel needed to be more proficient in completing his paperwork on time, and other such matters. They continued like this for a little more than half an hour, and the whole time, Roy kept his right hand in his pocket.
"Sir, earlier, you mentioned some very important matters which must be discussed. Perhaps we should discuss them," Riza suggested.
"That is an excellent idea," Roy said. He halted, and Hawkeye did the same. Turning to face her, he said, "I have been pondering this for a very long time, Hawkeye, and I have come to the conclusion that it is a matter which can no longer be ignored," he began, taking on a serious, almost businesslike tone.
"To put it simply, I love you," Roy said. He knelt on one knee, and finally removed his right hand from his pocket. In it he held a small black box. He flipped the lid open to reveal a silver ring with five small diamonds embedded in the metal. "Riza, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
Riza's mouth opened slightly, into a rather surprised expression, before tears came to her eyes.
Roy stood up, asking, "What's wrong?"
Riza smiled through tears of joy, saying, "I thought you'd never ask." When she said this, Roy, too, could feel tears come to his eyes, and he quickly threw his arms around her, because he didn't want to seem like more of an idiot than she already knew him to be.
She hugged him back, and she felt her feet leave the ground for a few seconds. Roy placed her back on her feet and kissed her, slipping the engagement ring onto her finger. Their fingers entwined as they made their way back to the command center.
A few minutes later, they arrived back at the command center. Before they went inside, Roy asked, "Do we tell the others now, or do we not?"
"Let's not," Riza replied.
"Why, just out of curiosity?"
"No reason, really, let's just not. Not yet at least."
"Okay."
Upon entering the office, they unclasped their hands, but not one of the subordinates in the room missed the large, somewhat goofy grin on Mustang's face, and they certainly noticed that the lieutenant had a small smile on her face, which was a rare occurrence indeed.
Immediately they knew something was up. Fuery was the first to say something.
"Sir, did something happen? You seem like you're in an awfully good mood…" he asked tentatively.
"I'm just in a really good mood today," he replied.
"But sir, it's Monday. You're never in a good mood on Monday," Havoc said.
"Today I am," insisted Mustang.
"What about you, Lieutenant? You seem awfully happy for a Monday too," said Havoc, determined to figure out what was going on. "Actually, you seem awfully happy for any day of the week."
"I'm just in a good mood, that's all. Now, may I remind you that you have work to do?" she answered. She never failed to reprimand them for slacking off.
Havoc just wouldn't give up. "Seriously, you two, there's gotta be something up!"
"Actually, he has a point," interjected Falman. "Not only are both of you in surprisingly good moods, there is also the fact that you are in good moods after… shall we say, spending time together. All evidence points to the conclusion that there is, indeed, something you're not telling us."
"No, warrant officer, I believe we both have stated that there is nothing going on, and I believe that I already mentioned that you all have work to attend to!" Hawkeye was beginning to sound dangerous, just like her normal self. She brushed some loose strands of hair out of her eyes with her left hand, forgetting that there was now a ring on it.
"Oh, really, there's nothing going on?" remarked Havoc, noticing the silver band around the lieutenant's finger. "What about that ring there? You mean to say that means nothing?" He was right; Hawkeye never wore jewelry to work, aside from the earrings she always had on.
"Perhaps I just decided to wear a ring today," she replied.
"I don't remember seeing that ring before your little excursion with the colonel earlier," countered Falman. "Come on. We all know there's something up. You should just quit trying to hide it, because it's not working."
The colonel and the lieutenant exchanged a quick glance, and a silent agreement was made to go ahead and tell them.
Mustang stood up, and for a moment, all his subordinates, except for Hawkeye, feared for their lives. Then Riza stood up as well. The colonel walked around behind the lieutenant and gently hugged her from behind, placing his chin on her shoulder, saying, "Men, I am pleased to introduce the future Mrs. Riza Mustang."
Chaos ensued.