Promises and Guns and Flowers, Oh My
Chapter Two
Now this engagement was indeed a secret. Should anyone know, Mustang and Hawkeye risked court marshaling and even death. She wore the ring daily, never taking it off, not even when she showered. At work, the ring was tucked under her jacket and the chain hidden by her collar. All anyone could see was a small glisten of silver at the right angle. But when they did a double take, it was gone. No military personnel was allowed to wear jewelry that touched the uniform. Then, when she walked outside of work in civilian clothes, she wore the ring proudly around her neck, never her hand. It shimmered in the sunlight. Everyone figured it was a family heirloom, not a promise.
So days turned into months and months into years. Soon, four years had gone by and it was time to elect a new Fuhrer. Mustang was getting closer and closer to his dream. Hawkeye never stopped using her gun as motivation and he never gave up. They were gonna get married, no matter what it took. Then, the day came.
Mustang was sitting behind his desk, hidden by the stacks of unsigned paperwork. He was staring at two frames that sat perched on his desk, also hidden my the papers. One of the photos was of him and his buddy Hughes. It was taken the day Mustang became a state alchemist. The other photo was an even special one. It was of his fiancee, Riza Hawkeye.
"General."
"Yes Hawkeye?"
Mustang looked up and had to almost stand to see Hawkeye in the doorway. His paperwork stacks were very high. He was just so damn determined to not do his work whenever Hawkeye wasn't in the room.
"You have a memo from the Military Board."
She walked over to his desk and stopped at the sight of the paperwork.
"Sir, the paperwork."
He smiled at her, and she didn't flinch.
"Yes Hawkeye. Lovely stack of paperwork aren't they? I've worked 'so' hard on them."
"Work 'hard' on them, sir? You mean attempting to break the world's record for 'tallest stack of paperwork'?"
Havoc, Armstrong, Fuery and Breda began laughing. Mustang growled behind his papers and sat back down. Hawkeye placed the memo on his desk, between the frames, and walked over to her desk.
"Thank you Brigadier General. And who knows, I might make the record."
A loud bang and a bullet whizzing over his head told him the record would not be broken today. A few papers from the top of the piles flew off and landed atop the memo. Mustang looked down and picked up one of the papers, thinking it was the memo.
"Order for new ammunition for the military assigned guns. The more Ishbal fights back. The more bullets used and the more quickly we run out of ammunition. We need to order more ammunition then before to keep up with the demands of today's wars. Please initial and sign...?"
"Sir, thats one of your paperwork."
"Right, I knew that."
Mustang put the papers back on the pile, sweat dropping. He then saw the envelope and took it, slowly opening it.
"What do they want now?"
He grumbled as he carefully read the memo, half fearing he was denied the right to become Fuhrer, the position he applied for a year ago. He then quickly shot out of his chair, knocking it over and startling everyone in the room. Hawkeye jumped from her chair and stared at him. Havoc and Armstrong just stared in shock as Mustang stood board stiff, with an emotionless face. Fuery and Breda just looked on in awe.
"Sir?"
The subordinates all said together. Just then, Mustang fell backwards, stiff as a board, hands still clutching the memo. He landed on the hard floor with a thud.
"Mustang!"
They ran behind the desk, Hawkeye falling to her knees next to him. Havoc, cigarette in mouth, checked for a pulse. Hawkeye, fearing the worst, pulled the memo from Mustang's hand and read it out loud.
"General Roy Mustang. We are sorry to inform you that your request to become Fuhrer has been frowned apon."
Everyone stared at each other and Hawkeye continued reading.
"Even though there is currently no Fuhrer, the first person to make a request (which was you since you applied a year before we asked people to apply) will not be guaranteed the job. Nor the person who submitted the most applications (total, you submitted twenty-six... hundred). But in the end we are pleased to announce that we still went though and carefully monitored you and reviewed your application. You shall be crowd the new Fuhrer of Amestris State Military on the eleventh day of June at 2200. Congratulations. Signed Amestris State Military."
She rose a hand to her mouth and smiled. There, atop the memo was the official green and white symbol of the military. At the bottom, a General had signed the page, then stamped it with the boards red seal, which was a smaller version of the military symbol.
"Oh my!"
"What!"
"This is awesome!"
The subordinates all said as Hawkeye waved the memo around for all to see.
"He's...he's the new Fuhrer!"
The subordinates all forgot about their fallen leader and began celebrating. Armstrong began flexing his muscles as sparkles appeared. Havoc, Hawkeye and Breda began jumping up and down while Fuery smiled and cheered with everyone else, all dodging the flying sparkles which filled the room. All their hard work had finally paid off.
"He made it!"
"He's the new Fuhrer!"
"Go Mustang!"
"Shouldn't we be saying 'Go Hawkeye', I mean, she 'is' the one who did the work?"
"True, but right now, this is Mustang's time to celebrate!"
"He's not doing much celebrating, I think he's dead."
"No, I checked, he had a pulse."
As they all cheered, Mustang slowly came back to normal and noticed this subordinates all cheering around him, paying him no attention.
"Doesn't the 'Fuhrer' get a hand?"
With his hand raised in the air for help, he waited patently for the assistance that never came. Hawkeye stopped celebrating and turned to face Mustang. She smiled and began clapping her hands. Soon the others did also, laughing.
"Ha ha Very funny."
"We thought so, sir."
"Just shut up and help me up!"
Mustang posed his hand to snap and Armstrong lifted Mustang off the floor and gave him a large bear hug. At Armstrong's feet, Hawkeye's dog Black Hayate began barking happily. (Actually, he wanted to go outside for doggy business) Mustang was put down and he straightened his jacket and took a deep breath to refill his lungs. (Armstrong has that affect on people)
"Congratulations... 'Fuhrer Mustang'."
"Thank you."
The door opened and in walked Falman, Ross, Fullmetal and Sheska.
"Whets all the noise for?"
Ross asked as she and her comrades entered the noisy office.
"It finally happened!"
Havoc replied and ran up to her taking her hands, spinning around happily dancing, taking her along for the ride.
"What? Hawkeye shot him in the head?"
Falman asked as he casually sat down in an empty seat.
"No."
Fuery replied. He continued to cheer with his co-workers, then he noticed Sheska and froze. He has had a long time crush on her. He began blushing and she did, too.
"Oh, she shot him in the balls. About time."
Edward Elric, the Fullmetal alchemist smiled as he walked into the room. Behind him his brother Alphonse, now back to human, and Winry Rockbell walked in, curios about all the noise.
"No. He's Fuhrer!"
"Mustang?"
"Yes!"
" 'The' Roy Mustang? As in, Roy Mustang the Flame Alchemist, Roy Mustang?"
"Yes!"
Ed just stared in awe as Winry and Al joined in on the celebrations.
A/N - Please review. Constructive criticism accepted. No Flames (Thats Roy's job only). Please look in my profile oo0AnimeChild0oo for all my other stories. And again, thanks for reading.
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