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The steps only had a sliver of his attention as he spun around the dance floor with his beautiful wife. A hand rested on the small of her back and the other was intertwined with hers, close to his heart. Their foreheads rested against one another as they danced, as if they were the only two in the room. Neither of them said a word, only smiling spin after spin.

The (new) Fuhrer's Inauguration Ball was a family affair for most high ranking officers and The Mustang's closest friends and family to have a friendly gathering, in the ornate ball room of the Fuhrer's mansion. Opened presents remained in the corner from an earlier birthday party, held for the Fuhrer (much to his dismay); the lights were dim; the music was soft; the children were asleep upstairs; and the entirety of the adults were watching the happy couple, alone on the dance floor.

Riza moved her hand behind his head and pulled his lips to hers. Her fingers played with the small hairs on the back of his neck as she kissed him softly. Her usually stern eyes were soft with happiness, and the smile had never left her face (Something he hadn't seen since their son was born). Their kiss broke and she finally spoke, though it was no more than a mere whisper.

"Congratulations, Fuhrer Mustang."

His smile widened as he heard the title for the fiftieth time that evening.

Maybe birthdays aren't so bad.


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