A/N: I've always been wanting to do some sort of view from the 'other side of the gate' on Roy and Riza. I got this idea strangely in the bathroom.

"Ah Mr. Mustang," As soon as he heard her voice, he quickly turned around. She finally caught up to him, running past all the other people that were present on the street. He smiled when she brushed her hair out of her eyes, as she panted from having been running.

"How have you been? I've heard you're planning on moving to America," They started walking side-by-side. She strugled with the bag that she held and was grateful when he took it from her.

"Heh. Who told you that?" He smirked at her. She looked at her feet and smiled softly, "Mr. Hughes,"

Roy frowned, well that explained it, "Well, if you must know, I do plan on moving there,"

"The world is on the brink of war and you're moving?" He nodded then stopped walking abrutly. She looked at him, worried, touched a hand to his shoulder. He lead her down an alley way, dragging her behind him, her protesting all the while.

"Listen to me. I know that if I stay here I'll be forced to join the Nazi party. We don't want that now do we?" She shoke her head, afraid to say words because they might ruin the atmosphere, "You should come with me,"

"To America? But wait, so you'll join the Americans' in the fight?" He noticed her grip tighten on her arm that she had been holding.

"It's for the best," He smiled, trying to reassure her. Her weak smile made him kiss her. Her face was in his face and he loved the feel of her skin against the palms of his hands. When he released her, the mood was awkward, for neither knew what to do. Usually at this point his would take her home and they would continue where they had left off, but tonight's air was different.

"Are you in?" He asked, smiling. The crows feet at the corners of her eyes were noticable as she smiled back at him.

"You're not very good at reading maps," She frowned at his comment, looking up from the map to see his smirking face. He whispered something about how it's funny how they're fighting a war for peace. She smiled at him and said something that he was getting softer with age, to which he just laughed.

"Ah, I forgot to tell you General Mustang that the Fuhrer would like to have word with you," He smiled at her emphasize on his title.

"The Fuhrer can wait. I have more important this is discuss with my Major, " She blushed slightly as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down next to him. He kissed her and smiled against her kiss. He whispered something against her neck, but she didn't hear him. They were desperate for something, neither was sure what. Love, maybe? No. They were already in love. And when he had finally rid her of her shirt, he stopped to notice the scar that he had given her. He ignored the one on her neck. He traced the outline of the letters, whisper the words, softly, against her skin.

"General, the sun will be rising soon," He opened his eyes slowly, but smiled when his eyes rested on her. They both dressed in that dreaded shade of blue, hoping that it wouldn't change into red at the end of the day. Before they left, they both inhaled deeply, took one last look back, knowing they might not return. And they were fine with that because where ever the other went, the other would follow. If one went down, they both went down together.

A/N: If you couldn't tell the difference then, I failed you.