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Everything had gone according to plan as expected from the perfectionist bride, Captain Riza Hawkeye. It was a simple ceremony with only close friends and family. The reception however was a little more grand with a longer list of invitees to the dislike of the couple. Grumman insisted that they should have it that way cause it would look bad if they hadn't called top officials from the millitary.

Grumman was rather pleased with the wide spread of drinks and was sitting right at the back catching up with Chris Mustang. They laughed and talked about their younger days. Grumman said, "By the way, Chris, don't think that I have forgotten about that bet of ours. I have clearly won. So, when are yo..."

Their conversation was interupted by the happy couple. Riza said, "What bet are you'll talking about?"

Grumman froze and looked up at her. "No point in hiding it now."

He cleared his throat and said, "Well you see, my dear, I bet Chris here that..."

"Well, it was more like a pact wasn't it, Grumman," she said nudging Grumman.

"Why yes you're right. A pact to get you to together."

Riza flashed a fake smile in their direction and said with a terrifying aura around her, "We will have to discuss this seriously after this event is over, so both of you better stay put here."

"Yes, Ma'am!," they said in unison.

Roy and Riza soon left their table and proceeded to greet other people.

"Your grand daughter is rather scary."

"She gets that from her mother. Thankfully this gives us quite some time to come up with a decent explanation. Anything less and we'll be dead."

After the Reception:

The four of them sat at a table in the corner of the now empty reception hall.

"Well, Chris and I have always known that you two had something going on. We wanted you two to get together. There didn't seem any progress happening so we had this pact. A pact that stated that if I get you two get together Chris will pay me a certain amount of money."

"So this was all a plan? Getting Callie in the picture to make me jealous?"

"Yes. Then when nothing happened due to that, I asked Callie about what to do further. She got back to me in a day's time with Dr. William."

"So they both were in on it too?"

"Yes and then William went and told Mustang the glaringly obvious. And then the rest followed."

"I can't believe you, Grandfather!"

Roy said squeezing her hand, "Calm down, Riza! Whatever happened, happened for the good right? I was going to pop the question one day or another. They just hastened the process. That doesn't change the fact that I'm going to be Fuhrer and you the First Lady. Speaking of, Sir, you haven't sent any paperwork regaurding the transfer of duties to me."

"You see, Mustang, I'm not retiring till I have great-grandchildren who are atleast this tall," he said indicating the height of a four year old.

"But, Sir, I thought you were retiring in a year's time!"

"The plan had to be commenced by manipulating your desire for that post. I knew you wouldn't date Callie seriously if I had just introduced her."

Roy Mustang was shocked to hear this and turned to his new wife.

"Riza, how many weapons do you have on you right now?"

"Fourteen."

"Perfect! My gloves are right here with me. I think some people need to start running unless they have a death wish."