Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever or have ever owned Full Metal Alchemist

Follow

"I want to become Fuhrer." A boy with black hair looked out of his tent into the dark and dead town.

"I want to make this place better to live in. No more war and corrupt laws. Children can play without the fear of being killed. Parents can live happily knowing their kids are safe. A time of peace." He turned his attention to the blond haired girl beside him. She was watching him with her golden eyes. She smiled and looked out into the town.

"I believe in your goal. I would love to live in a place like that. I'll follow you, and make sure you keep that promise." She smiled and looked back at the boy.

Years went by, and that boy grew into a man. The girl grew into a woman. Through the battles and wars, the man got closer to his goal. Now a Colonel and she his 1st Lieutenant, they moved ever more closer to the goal of peace and happiness.

"I will become Fuhrer one day. I will make this a better place." He said looking out his office window. She walked up to him and smiled.

"And I will continue to follow you." She smiled. And soon, his dreams come true.

The Colonel was now Fuhrer and his 1st Lieutenant was now his General. He pushed for his visions to become reality and after enough pushing, they did. It took some scarifies but they came true. May not of been his word that brought it about, but his dreams still became a reality.

"It's a better world now. You followed me like you promised. Thank you." His smile faded away, as did his world while he laid in a puddle of red.

Hours, days and ven a week or two went by. She stood in a field, her hair quickly turning to gray. Her once bright golden eyes were now a dull gray as tears floowed down her cheek.

"I followed you into battle. I followed you through the ranks. I followed you to your dream. Now... I will folow you to death." She looked down the gray stone that read,

Roy Mustang The Fuhrer That Brough Peace

At her side, she saw her gun where it sat in it's holster.

A/N - Please review. Constructive criticism accepted. No Flames (Thats Roy's job only)