Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: Part 5 of my Future storyline arc. The theme "dog" generally points in the direction of Hayate. Not only had I just written a response about Hayate recently, but the word also reminded me of a story I found amusing that used the term much the same as I have here.
Thirty-six: Dog (Part 5 of the F. Storyline Arc)
"So Roy," Maes Hughes ventured with a grin, "Fuhrer, eh?"
Roy smirked, fiddling with his fork. The two were in Roy's new home – the lodgings of Amestris' Fuhrer. He'd been there a grand total of one week now, and although there was still much to be sorted out, both at work and at home, he needed a break, and hadn't seen his best friend for too long. So they were having a nice lunch together, before getting back to work on unpacking the books in the study.
Spearing a square of fish with his own fork, Maes's grin widened. "Hard job?"
"Challenging," Roy admitted, "but it'll be worth it." He had so many plans yet to put in place: removing troops from the borders and sending negotiation teams in their place, support for medical services and schooling, laws to change or alter . . .
"You might need a bit of help, then?"
Roy's smirk slid off, and he looked at his friend seriously. "Is this leading up to another 'Get a wife!' spiel-?"
Maes shrugged, grin still in place. "I was just thinking that-"
"-Because I've already taken care of that."
Dumbstruck, Maes stopped, mid-sentence. Roy continued eating as though nothing had happened, letting Maes process the statement. Finally, the bespectacled man burst out with, "Mustang, you dog, you!" He leaned forwards conspiratorially. "It- it is . . ."
"Riza, yes." A smile crept back onto Roy's face.
"I take it to mean that you've asked her, not just married her without telling me, because if you-"
Roy waved an impatient fork at him. "Don't worry, you'll get to be my best man."