Author's note: I do not own FMA or its characters. This is AU, and I've changed the timeline of events somewhat.

Victory Celebrations

The Mustang house was full of laughter. In the last two weeks, there had been plenty of things to celebrate. Alphonse had been returned to normal body. Some of his memories of the past few years were rather fuzzy, but both he and his brother had survived the process. Edward still had his automail, but he claimed it was a small enough price to pay for having his brother back. Roy had been promoted to major general. It wasn't Fuhrur, but with the recent changes to the government, there wasn't the urgency to climb that high any more. Lieutenant General Grumman had been appointed to act as Fuhrur while the government began to transition to a more democratic structure.

Roy grinned from his seat as Ed and Winry argued over something or another. The two teenagers had finally defined their relationship beyond childhood friends. Ed had actually proposed shortly after they had gotten Al's body back. It had been in the middle of getting his automail repaired, and she had conked him with wrench before accepting. It would be a long engagement, at least until Winry had completed her apprenticeship, but both of the teenagers were happy with the state of things.

Havoc and Sheska were sharing the couch with the bickering lovebirds. A tentative romance had sprung up between the two of them, and it seemed like it was getting serious. The rest of his staff were scattered around the room. Roy had spotted Breda involved in a serious game of chess with the new Fuhrur while Fuery was spoiling Hayate as usual. And the newly promoted Captain Hawkeye-Mustang was sitting his lap. Their marriage was now public knowledge as the fraternization regulations had been changed and they no longer had to worry about their relationship being used against. All was right in the world.

"And what are you smirking about?"

He kissed her cheek. "I was just thinking that I have everything that I want."

"Oh?" Riza smiled at him. "Then I suppose you won't be interested in my news."

"And what news is that?"

"I don't think we'll be able to use that spare bedroom as a second study after all." Her smile widened. "We're going to need room for a nursery instead."

Theme: A Battle Won