Roy became the President of Amestris shortly after being promoted General. It was a nearly unanimous election in his favor.
Riza's request for discharge was approved, and a week later she moved into Roy Mustang's apartment. It had taken quite a bit of convincing but she'd eventually agreed to remain by his side in a different way; she would be the first lady of the country.
He crawled into the dark bed the eighth night she'd been living there. He wrapped himself around her and winced at the sight of the top of her tattoo, and a sudden wave of guilt washed over him.
He kissed the back of her neck, holding her hair up with one hand and held the other under her pillow. She shifted and hummed in happiness and and turned to face him, nuzzling her nose against his in her half-sleeping state.
"Are we going to hell?" he asked quietly. Her eyes opened slightly and she moaned.
"Are we going to discuss this right now?" she asked, her eyes fluttering open.
His hand reached up and untucked her hair from under her ear, and played with it, his hands almost shaking at the thought.
"What do you think heaven is like?" he asked.
"You've never been this religious, Roy." she said quietly, moving herself closer to him.
"Riza, be serious." he almost laughed. He never thought he'd say those words.
"No matter where we go after this life," she whispered, her eyes opening and landing on his, "I will be with you. Heaven or hell. Purgatory or the void. We'll be together. That's enough to keep me sane." she confided, resting her head on his chest and locking her fingers with his. "What about you?"
He swallowed and kissed her forehead, hugging her tightly and wrapping his legs around hers.
"I dunno, I think I'd rather go to heaven." he snickered.
"How about you go to sleep." she mumbled. He sighed and closed his eyes, finding comfort in her words, and longing in his thoughts.