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2. THIS IS IN AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE!
Chapter Three- Seeing her for the first time in years
"Hello Roy. It's nice to see you awake and alert… and you can close your mouth now." She said. He hadn't noticed his mouth had dropped open and he quickly closed it. She looked older, just like he figured she would have; and she was still just as beautiful as he remembered her. The last time I saw her was six years ago and she was twenty-six, so that makes her thirty-two now, and me thirty-six… wow; I'm getting old… He thought. As Riza took a moment to say hello to the friends she hadn't seen in a while and to tell Havoc to shut-up about his baby, Roy let his eyes gaze over her. Her hair was longer; she kept it up in a tight bun on the back of her head instead of the clip like he remembered. The color had changed also; it was still blonde, but it had darkened over time to fit her personality. Her eyes were darker also; the light amber tone had a richer quality to it, making her look even more mysterious and unknown than before. He could tell her body structure was the same because she still looked a good head shorter than he was. The one thing about her that stood out uncharacteristically was a pair of white gloves; of the many years he had spent with her, the only time she had worn gloves was to Maes and Gracia's wedding. He noticed how one arm hung heavily at her side and the other sat resting on the bed rail; this perplexed Roy. He had never seen her stand with her arms down by her sides; she always had them across her chest or up at a level so she could reach her military issue gun. Looking down at her waist for a moment, he noticed the normal belt she kept the extra clips for her gun. But when he looked up at her arms, he could see the outline of two gun holsters; she was carrying two guns up at her arms and the other one behind her back like he remembered. Wow; everyone really has changed since I last saw them… He thought to himself as he glanced over at Winry; he saw she had the same set up on her waist as Riza had when she was younger. He laughed on the inside and looked back at Hawkeye. That really is her; she looks older and I can tell by the way she talks that this is the real Hawkeye.
"So Lieutenant Hawkeye… It's been too long. How are you?" He said, not paying attention to the frantic movements of Fuery behind her try to tell him that she had moved up too. Riza turned slightly and gave Fuery an evil look before turning back to Roy; behind her, Fuery sweat dropped and retreated to the back of the group.
"It's lieutenant general Roy; and I'm going to cut to the chase though. Since you're awake and you seem to remember things about your past, the military is going to want you back in. But there is one problem; you look like Roy, you sound like him and you act like him." she said, putting extra emphasis on the word 'act.' "The looking and sounding can be solved easily though; one of the alchemists that got their state certification after you… killed the Furher, has the ability to alter a person's appearance and voice. I'll give you a while to think about it. No rush decision is needed." She said, turning to Winry. "We've got more work to do at the office; let's go. I'll stop by again tonight to see you, Roy. Good bye everyone."
"Wait Hawkeye; you never told me where you work, where you transferred after I left." Roy asked, resisting the urge to turn his head and look at her. There was quietness for a moment, then in the low voice he remembered her using after he had gotten wounded she answered.
"I advanced to your position and eventually I've taken over to command the entire Central Headquarters; something they said you would never get the chance to do…" she said, as she walked out the door, leaving the men in silence.
The rest of the morning went by quickly as he got caught up with his former subordinates. He learned that some other person from Eastern Headquarters had been promoted to Furher and had successfully set up a democratic government. There was a parliament in place, consisting of forty-five people and the current Furher; he was getting ready to step down as soon as their constitution was written and approved. The military and government would be run separately but would still work closely together until any and all threat of rebellions were gone. The Ishvalans were almost totally wiped out, and as far as Colonel Fuery knew, Scar had gone down with them. The newest threat were the group of people who were loyal to King Bradley and wanted a Furher that would run the country like he did. Many military personnel were currently putting down rebellions in various villages, town, and cities. Before his unit had advanced in rank the first time and been split up, Major Armstrong led them to help put down a rebellion in the area. Fuery didn't go into great detail, but Riza had earned a bravery medal and several different honors when she almost got discharged because of an injury. When Roy did press him for detail, he absolutely refused to tell him anything. He quoted someone's harsh words, and by the nervous look he had on his face, Roy deducted it was Riza.
"If I ever find out that one of you told someone about this, I will personally hunt you down and put exactly eleven bullet holes in your chest." he said, the other men laughing nervously behind him because they had been threatened by Riza too.
"Fine. If you won't tell me, I'll ask her myself." Mustang said, looking at the worried faces and laughing. Several minutes later, he gave in. "Alright, alright; I won't ask her about it."
"If you ask her, she'll know it was one of us; we're the only ones that know you're actually alive. The two nurses you see come in are the only ones that are allowed to. They took care of you while you were in your coma and they helped fake your death so the homunculi would let you be." Havoc said. They talked well into the afternoon, but eventually each man had to return to his duties. They also knew Roy would ask Hawkeye about her injury and they wanted a good two or three hours to get out of the country incase she came looking for them.