KagomeMarie: Thanks! Sure, I'll create even more sweet scenes.

Shadow Dreamer 27: Sure, I'll keep it up. Thanks for the remark on Chapter 11.

Fluff Freak: You know, I was wondering if I can make Roy's family kind of mysterious in some way. Okay, as long as you keep track on what's happening.

unexpection: Thanks. Hey... can I join the hunt? I think the Fuhrer sucks too!Yeah, I was wondering if I can make Ford the silly brother there while Roy is the normal straight and somehow cold brother. ;;;

Meeko Melodie: Dunno. I was wondering over other pairings. Sure, just for everyone's sake here and yours, I'll place a LOT of RoyxRiza.

tear drops of flaming darkness: Thanks!

RizaHawkeye01: Yeah, this is my first ever FMA fic. ;;; Thanks for giving me those lines. I'll need it sometime. AND AMURO RAY SUCKS! Okay, I'll update as soon as possible. Might take longer since I get a lot of Writer's Block.

Chapter 12- Invitation

Winoa was busy scribbling down notes. Roy was already back at work and strangely, he was doing his paperwork. Riza glanced at Winoa who took down notes continuously. This was the reason she came to the East besides looking after her cousin. She was the representative from Central who was supposed to inspect East HQ and most importantly, the progress of the Military and its National State Alchemists. Ford was only with her just to accompany her and to see his brother.

Said Major General inspected Roy's office, other offices and halls with the recruits, officers and of course, Roy's subordinates. Family or not, Winoa didn't show any sign of favoritism.

"Well, I already inspected you, Riza, Hughes, Havoc, Fury, Falman, Breda… Armstrong…", Winoa shivered, remembering the unending flexes and poses she endured during inspection, "Everyone else but… Major Edward Elric?"

The door burst open. If it hadn't been properly made, it would have fallen to the ground. Edward marched towards the colonel's table, each step making a heavy thud sound. He CANNOT believe it. He just gave important vital information to the Military and then Hughes had to give him another outrageous mission. He had to get to a town where there was more stock on Kodak film. The catch was that the town was covered with a pride of different assortments of powerful creatures. He was of course, since Roy's back, had to give the paperwork to him.

"Here, Colonel Bastard." Edward slammed the paperwork on his desk. There was a slight rumble when he did this to Roy's desk. Roy's vein throbbed as he glanced at Winoa. Riza made a huge sweat drop and a sigh as she looked as Ed. This wasn't going too well…

'Lack of Respect towards Superiors- Edward E.' Winoa took down.

"Fullmetal… show some respect or I'll have you court marshaled for this." Roy looked cross.

"Yes SIR." Ed rolled his eyes as he said this with cold harshness. He stormed out with no permission to be dismissed. He might as well take it out on some food or try and fuck some tree in the park, Edward thought.

"I'll have his salary for this…" Roy murmured.

"How bad is it?" Riza asked.

"Minus points for… no sense of respect and vulgar behavior." Winoa replied in a whisper. "This also shows how he treats his men so it's a major factor."

Roy who heard this, swore that he was going to kill Fullmetal personally for this.

"Yo Roy! Letter for you!" Ford tossed a letter envelope to Roy when Roy came inside one of the greenhouses. Ford was busy tending to some plants. He began snapping his fingers continuously (with the aid of gloves with the proper array sewn on them) and at the precise moment, flowers began blooming. It was a letter from the National State Alchemist and the Military. The symbol of State Alchemist was made a seal for the envelope. Ford managed to obtain some of Roy's belongings in his apartment and asked someone to send over the daily mail and newspapers to the mansion.

Unfolding it, Roy read through the letter, word by word. Ford also peered from behind him with interest.

To Colonel Roy Mustang,

You are invited to the State Alchemist Ball this coming September 30, Friday at 9:00. All military personnel will be dismissed early at 6:00 the same day for any necessary preparations for both you and us. Please be informed that the dress attire will be formal, recommending tuxedos for men and evening gowns for women. The Ball will be held in the Central Galleria Hall. The ball is compulsory but we hope to see you there. Also be informed that guests are invited to come and join us.

A number of signatures were enclosed in the letter, especially the Fuhrer's and Juliet Douglas'.

"God, just 5 days! Which chick are you gonna bring, bro?" Ford asked, grinning. But he looked at Roy who was already day dreaming. Shit, he'd do anything to see Riza in that sparkling evening gown.

"Yo!" Roy shook Roy hard as he shouted in his ear.

"What! Oh, that? I'm not sure." Roy mumbled.

"What! Fuck it, I thought you were bringing Riza!"

Roy smirked. No use hiding, it was already clear to the older Mustang on who he was going to bring.

"I've got to find a tux." Roy said as set aside the invitation.

"Hey, I've got a lot of tuxes you might want to try." Ford offered. Roy grinned at his brother. He's guessing that Ford was going to the ball to attract more women.

"What! NO!"

A loud snap was heard and the man shrieked in pain. He dropped down, a still corpse. A homunculus stood by and reached for the paper the military dog held. He scanned it and let out a hard cold laugh. The opportunity was perfect; he smiled maliciously.

"Perfect… simply perfect." He laughed.