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Free Speech

Brigadier General Riza Hawkeye was standing in front of Fuhrer Roy Mustang's desk along with the others such as Furry, Havoc and Armstrong, while Mustang rambled on about what he is now going to do that he is the Fuhrer.

"Peaceful times shall now come Hawkeye. The wars shall so end. I will go down in history as the Fuhrer who brought about world peace." Roy smiled and looked up at the ceiling with closed eyes. He started to tap his hand on his desk.

"I want the lunch menus changed from 'Gruel' to something more tasty, but still have nutritional value. We the military need out heath." Roy looked down at his desk and began to write, that smirk still on his face.

"I want more updates on missions, not just at the end. Shall you be sent on a mission, I want updates, every step of the way." Roy smiled bigger and began writing faster.

"Less paperwork. God I hated that stuff. I want less paperwork for 'me' and maybe less for everyone else." Roy looked up at Hawkeye and his smile seemed to glow along with a twinkle in his only eye.

"And most importantly, all female military officers shall wear military assigned mini skirts. Only the fighting military officers, not the lunch ladies and librarians." Roy closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. Hawkeye stepped forward and saluted.

"Permission to speak freely sir?" She asked. Roy nodded his head and she ended her salute.

"Permission granted." e said and leaned forward in his chair, his hands folded on his desk.

"Your a pompous horse's ass...sir!"

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

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