Chapter 10- Call

"Welcome Sir Roy, Sir Ford, Madam Winoa." An old caretaker greeted as he bowed down graciously at the sight of the heirs.

"Hey Joe! Great to see you." Ford gave a friendly pat to the elder.

"Joe, can you please set up three rooms for us? We'll be staying here for a while." Winoa requested. Joe bowed down graciously.

"Certainly, my lady." Joe said as he walked off to fulfill his duty.

"Riza, what about you? Care to stay in the mansion?" Winoa offered. Riza was too busy looking at the entire mansion.

"Are you sure? Thank you for your kindness but I'll stay in my apartment." Riza replied.

"You're welcome anytime." Roy added. Riza nodded with a small smile.

The entire Mustang mansion was huge, possibly even bigger than East HQ. Surrounded by walls and amazing gardens, complete with fountains. The inside was much grander. Chandeliers made of delicate glass and sparkling diamonds hung across the halls. There were gigantic marble staircases and matching cold marble made floor. Each step they took created one clang from their shoe soles. Riza knew now. She wasn't surprised now on how Roy got all these expensive looking suits and cars.

Through out the trip, Winoa and Ford gave at least a brief history. Roy listened and helped out with a few explanations with Riza hanging on to every word with interest.

Apparently, Roy was secretly rich. He tried to move in to an apartment to make it seem like he wasn't part of the infamous Mustang family, the 'traitors of the military'. The Mustang name was disgraced during the past due to the fact that Roy and Ford's ancestors defied the law of Fraternization. His family was mostly built of generals, some are even Fuhrers and First Ladies who dared to marry other military officials and not non-military. So was Winoa's family whose family had a close relationship to the Mustangs. So Roy, Ford and Winoa, the only heirs of the families, Mustang and Airstorm, maintained social stability in the military by hiding their inheritance and fortune.

And about the mansion, many people who were as rich as the Mustangs wanted the mansion. But strangely, all requests have been declined. They found it outrageous though since only the caretaker lives in that mansion. Ford laughed, stating that all of them suddenly made their hypothesis. Violent spirits lived and haunted the manor. Those who knew the Mustangs used this as their excuse. People suddenly gave up on the mansion.

"Dude, I'm telling you! Just one more promotion! You can kick Basque Gran's ass anyway." Ford mentioned.

"Shut up, Ford." Roy responded.

"Hey! That's no way to talk to your older superiors!" Ford snapped. Roy pulled out a smirk.

"Your right. I'm sorry Lieutenant General Ford Mustang. Pardon your little brother colonel if he calls you 'Old Man'." Roy teased. Ford's eyes sparked and suddenly, they were over each other. Winoa made a laugh while Riza sighed with a sweat drop.

"Young masters and mistresses, care for lunch?" the loving caretaker asked as he led them to the dinner table.

"Awww man! Joe, you're the best! You should replace the cook over there in Central!" Ford sighed as he collapsed on his chair, regaining breath.

"Thank you, Master Ford." Joe smiled as he cleared the plates. There was a phone ring. Joe, despite his old age, was able to hear it.

"Let me get that." Joe said cheerfully as he walked off.

"That was nice." Winoa smiled as she gently wiped herself with a napkin as she set an empty goblet down.

"How was it?" Roy asked Riza.
"It was delicious." Riza replied.

"Welcome here anytime then!" Winoa smiled at Riza who gave a slight smile in return. Roy sighed, satisfied by the content moods.

"Master Roy, there is a call for you from Sir Hughes." Joe announced. Roy got up from his chair, a small dragging sound heard.

"Excuse me." Roy said as he headed for the door.

"Hughes?" Roy said as he picked up the phone. There was a rushing conversation as Roy heard Hughes' stern voice. Roy glanced at the dining room table, still seeing that his brother, lover and cousin were still conversing cheerfully with one another. He had to do this, it was important.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a while. See you." Roy murmured and placed the phone down.