So, part two.

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Part two!

Travis and Aaron walked proudly behind their mother, throught the rest of the training. When it came time for lunch, she gave them to Roy for the rest of the day.

They went into his office, excited, and saw him working hard at his paperwork.

"Hi Dad!" Aaron said excited.

"Hey." He sighed.

Travis came up to him. "Dad, why are your fingers all bandaged up?" He asked, inspecting his father's hands.

Roy banged his head on the desk. "I...I keep getting papercuts..." He said, shamefully "I'm not made for paperwork. I should be on some mission or something." He said, lifting his head to sign another paper.

"Hey there Fuhrer! I have a new stack for you!" Ed said happily, coming in with a large stack of paperwork.

"Noooo!" He said, banging his head on the desk again. "Why aren't I out there training troops? Why am I in here, doomed to get five cuts from every piece of paper I pick up?"

"It's okay Dad." Travis told him, patting his back.

"You just wait until you have to do paperwork." He said.

"Dad." He said.

"Yeah, what?"

"It's called school. My life time of papers has already started." He said, holding up his hand, which was bandaged "This is from my math test."

"Heh, yeah, I guess I'm not the only one." Roy laughed. Aaron sat in a chair at the corner, reading a book.

"Whatcha got there Aaron." Roy asked.

"It's a military strategy history book." Aaron said, flipping the pages. "You know, if you really were to slap someone with a glove, wouldn't you want to put a brick in it or something? Y'know, if they really made you mad?" He asked, flipping another page. "Or throwing down gauntlets and dueling? If Leon Belmont were to throw down his gaunlet it would probably be at a guy's face, and his gauntlet is made of metal..."

"I could see Edward doing that." Roy thought.

"Who's this?" Travis asked, pointing to a picture.

"That's my best friend, Maes Hughes." Roy said, signing his name once again.

Aaron's head snapped up "Maes?" he asked.

"Yep, you're named after him. Aaron Maes Mustang." He said, doing more work. "He was a great guy."

"Was?" Travis asked.

"Yeah, I hate to say it but he was killed some time ago." He said regretfully.

"And he's still your best friend?" Aaron asked.

"Yeah."

"But what about a living person?"

"Give me a ghost to talk to any day." Roy said, stopping the steady movement of pen.

"Is that why you protect us so well? So nothing happens to us like what happened to him?" Aaron asked.

"Yes, that's why." Roy said, hugging them both. "I don't know what I would do if either of you got hurt." He said.

"And neither do I." Riza said, coming in.

The three smiled at her.

"Come on, it's time to go home." she said.

They made their way out of the building, and back to the presidential estate. Travis and Aaron fell asleep in the car, and Roy carried them inside and put them to bed.

Roy and Riza hugged, before going to their own room.

I know that this was really short, but hey, I have two more fanfics to fufill for Aub-chan. P.S. everytime you don't review, Roy gets a papercut. Poor Roy...REVIEW