Hey! Sorry it took me so long to get this next chapter up. Hopefully the next one will be up sooner. Ok, to everybody who reviewed:
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Ok, this one doesn't have any spoilers and it's not as corny and not as long. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or any of the characters. insert humorous comment here
Roy Mustang sighed happily, looking over a sheet of paperwork, something that wasn't exactly famed for making him happy. However, Roy had finally gotten the promotion he'd wanted for years, and being Furher, he was allowed to change a few laws. The fraternization law was, of course, at the top of the list. He smiled as he read it again.
"All inter-military fraternization laws are hereby disbanded." Below that, a short list of other laws followed, all unimportant. It was the first one that really mattered to him.
His Brigadier General, newly appointed and as happy as he was to see some of the laws changed, walked into the room at that exact moment. Reading over the list, she smiled.
"I've never seen you so excited about paperwork, Sir," she teased. Roy chuckled. "Well, I don't think any other piece of paperwork has ever had such an effect on my life, Brigadier General Hawkeye," he teased back, loving the way her new title sounded almost as much as he loved his own.
"Oh!" he said suddenly, finally remembering the one change he wanted to make that had been nagging at the back of his mind.
"One more! I can't believe I almost forgot!" He bent over the paper, writing furiously, and Riza stood by him silently, waiting patiently to see what he'd written. When he sat back, face flushed but a triumphant smile on his face, she leaned over to read. "All female officers will be required to wear tiny mini-skirts (the higher the rank of the female officer, the shorter the miniskirt)." Riza wasn't sure if she should laugh or shoot him.
She settled for asking, "Permission to act freely, sir?" Roy smirked at her.
"Of course, General," he agreed, and she took the pen from his hand and crossed out the first law. With that, she strode out of his office. Roy stared at the paper, completely nonplussed, then after the retreating form of his beautiful subordinate. "Riza?" he asked, but she ignored him.
"Riza!" he called louder, pushing up from his desk and running after her.
"Sir?" she asked as she spun around in the hallway, ignoring the looks they were getting from the military personnel hanging around. Roy glanced uneasily at the others in the hallway, then barked, "Back to your offices! That's an order from your Furher!" The stragglers disbanded, leaving Riza and Roy standing alone in the hallway.
"Riza," he asked, more quietly this time, "Are you breaking up with me?" She smirked.
"Glad you caught on so quickly, sir," she told him sarcastically, and he felt a dull wave of horror slide into his stomach.
"Wait, Riza," he begged, and she raised an eyebrow. "We can work something out. Please?" She shrugged, but followed him back to the office, where he promptly crossed out the bracketed part of his last law, changing it from Riza having to wear a short skirt to: "(Any woman with the rank of Brigadier General or higher is exempt from this rule. She may wear whatever she wants.)". Roy raised an eyebrow at Riza, who was smiling.
"Much better, sir," she agreed, and Roy relaxed. "Well, I think you should type this up, then, General Hawkeye, and have it to me by the end of the day." Riza smiled, taking the paper from him and striding calmly over to her desk, quite prepared to make his life as miserable as possible.
The next day, Riza Hawkeye walked into Central, headed towards her office just like she did every day. Her subordinates saluted her, but she couldn't help but notice the shock in their faces. They were all staring at her with their mouths open, eyes wide, and Riza loved it.
"Sir?" asked Havoc, after saluting, looking even more shocked than everyone else. "What in the world-"
"Did I give you permission to speak freely, Havoc?" she asked, her ringing tones sounding scary even to her.
"N-no, sir," Havoc stuttered quickly, disappearing into his office. Riza grinned and slipped into her own office. The first thing she saw, of course, was Roy. He was distracted by a mountain of paperwork ("Probably everything he didn't get done yesterday," she thought to herself) and didn't look up when she came in.
"Morning, Taisa," she said cheerfully. Finally, he looked up, and his jaw dropped down further than any of his subordinates had.
"General Hawkeye?" he asked uncertainly. "Why in hell are you wearing that? Now? Here?" Riza grinned.
"Well," she said slowly, striding across the office and perching herself happily on his desk, "I believe the new laws say that I can wear whatever I want. And this is what I want to wear." Roy chuckled.
"I'm glad you want to wear it," he told her, "But I don't think this is the time or place." Riza arranged her face into a look of mock confusion. "No, sir?" she asked. "When and where would that be, then?" He grinned, pulling a small velvet box out of his pocket and sliding the ring inside it onto her finger.
"Our wedding day," he whispered. She smiled. "I suppose that would be a better place for a wedding dress," she agreed. "I suppose I'll change into my uniform." She crossed the room to pull the uniform out a drawer in her desk, and Roy rolled his eyes. "Annoying me must be your favorite pastime," he muttered to her.
"Not counting the shooting range, of course." Riza giggled.
"Actually," she corrected, crossing the room again and sitting on his lap, "I can think of one that beats them both." She kissed him, and when they broke apart, he was laughing.
"Never thought you'd love anything as much as your guns," he teased, and she giggled.
"You'd be surprised," was her comment as she rose again to change into her uniform. Roy could do nothing but laugh.
Had to mention the miniskirt thing. Hope you guys liked. Brooke