Fifteen minutes later, Greed and his gang were back at the Devil's Nest.

Mission accomplished.

"So…" Greed asked, "what does Wrath have in his jacket?"

"No idea boss," Roa said carefully wringing all the lemon juice out as not to ruin the papers inside. "but this thing crinkle sounds like tinfoil does."

Greed wasn't sure what to say as he sat down in his big comfy couch, the world at his feet. "Well, damn…"

"I'll say…" Martel said as she began to flatten out all of the papers that Roa handed her from the jacket. "And it was so fortunate of us that it was the Dublith Citrus Festival today…"

"Speaking of which," Greed began, stroking his chin, "how did you guys think of that lemon thing? I mean-"
Dolcetto held up a manga book, "the extras. Arakawa made an Extra in the back of this about how lemon juice is the ultimate anti-homunculus weapon and so we thought it was worth a shot."

"And how correct you were," Greed laughed, staring at the stack of paper growing before his eyes. "but tell me, it doesn't have anything on me, does it?"

Dolcetto shook his head, "no. It doesn't. It just has directions for Gluttony, Pride and Wrath. But according to volume 7 or 8, you are good at cracking hard-boiled eggs."

"And correct again!" Greed cried, beckoning over the stack of papers to his lap. He didn't care who gave them to him as long as he could hold them. "And we have…" He picked up the first crinkled page, "the eastern towns...not much there. Just a lotta poor people and I don't like poor people… because they have nothing you can take. Robin Hood is such a sick, sick man… and here, the northern territories and it's all cold up there and a perfect place to put my icebox. Roa, move it up there, tomorrow, will you?"

"Uh…" the Ox Chimera raised an eyebrow from where he was standing next to Bido who gave him a look. "Don't you want to keep it here so you can have your drinks?"

"Yeah," Greed snorted, "I forgot. I guess I just got excited about a storehouse for all of my frozen treats. Speaking of, ya guys did get me something, didn't cha? A cake? Something?"

"Better than cake," Martel announced, standing up, "while we were at the market, we found…Bido?"

"You found Bido?" Greed wasn't impressed.

"No, no!" The snake cried, throwing her hands into the air. "Bido, show him!"

The Lizard grinned and held up four small stuffed animals. "See, Greed? An ox, snake, lizard and dog, so you'll never be alone."

"Well, I hope to hell, I'm never alone," Greed said, snatching up the toys. If there was one fear he had, it was to be all alone, without anyone or anything. "Thanks, you guys, Now, what else does King Tuppe have for us?"

"Not much else," Roa confessed, "next to all of the state and country papers, giving you control of-"

Greed's eyes sparked to life, "everything! Everything in the world is mine!" he was… damn it, he was, the feeling was beyond his comprehension. "you are my courtiers and everyone in this country are my loyal subjects! And from here on out, you shall address me as-as…" Greed paused, trying to think. "Greed. Why? It's a simple name. One I love and otherwise, wish to keep. as it's mine. And no one else in the world can be named it. Write it down, Roa; that's a law."

"Yes, Greed," the ox grinned and grabbed a pad of paper, "a law it shall…"

"What is it?" Greed asked as his secretary's hand froze mid-line.

"Um…" Roa hated to ask, but it was important for a government-pardon me-dictatorship to function. "What is my exact roll… What am I?"

Greed glanced up. Wasn't is obvious? "You're an ox."

"I know that, boss," Roa laughed, nervously rubbing his head. "But what is my job in the country? Am I the secretary of citizen affairs? A diplomat? What am I?"

"Uh…" Greed grinned nervously. He hadn't thought of this. "Um… You're… Um… the law-writer and-just a sec… I haveta figure this out… Someone get me a drink? In fact, get everyone a drink! I need to toast to my new kingdom and we can figure out the rest of this later, but I need some booze to celebrate!"

Martel was on the task in a second, "here, Boss, Roa, Bido, Dol. Greed?"

The Homunculus grinned and raised his bottle of vodka, "To me. To this kingdom I rule and to my possessions and the glory to come!"

The Devil's Nest erupted in cheers and a new era dawned before them. Full of new opportunity, equality and lots of money.

(Lots. In fact, Dolcetto, the current treasurer has given up counting).

- The End -

Author's note: Thank you so much for reading along! And once again, Happy Birthday Pandoru!