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Author's Note: This story is the sequal to "Roy and Riza, Together Forever" It takes place six months after the first story. I made this a second story, because those who do not like my first story very much, but like to read a whole story could stop then, and those who really enjoyed my story could continue reading. Also, its beginning is a good place to start for those who never read my original story. it starts with action, for all of those who requested it. Remember, if you want background information, on any event in this story, read "Roy and Riza, Together Forever" Enjoy. - Zack Finley "Zackislord"
"Are you all right, Roy?" Riza asked, in her usual worried tone.
"Yes, darling, I'm fine," Roy replied. "Just tired is all," he completed with a yawn.
Roy then climbed into bed, along with his wife, Riza. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and sang casually into her ear. He kissed her once on the neck, when he heard her breathing get faint; his hint she was asleep. Then, slowly, he drifted off to sleep, too.
Then next morning, when Roy woke up, he smelled breakfast coming from the kitchen. Though his house was a mansion, the smell drifted all the way to his room. He got up, wearily, got dressed in his usual military uniform. He walked into the kitchen, only to see Riza cooking.
"Smells great," Roy said. "What is it?"
"Bacon, and fried eggs," Riza replied casually.
Roy sat, and stared at Riza, admiring her beauty, and smirking at the miniskirt. Since he was the Fuhrer, thinks were different. All females in the military had to wear miniskirts. Riza had a huge promotion, from First Lieutenant to Fuhrer's Secretary. She was fine with this, as it let her be closer to Roy, her husband, whom she loved.
After the two ate breakfast, and kissed, Roy told Riza he'd see her at the office, and headed off to work. He saw all his ex-subordinates, who had all received promotions, for sticking with him, through everything. Master Sergeant Kain Fury became Lieutenant Colonel Kain Fury. Warrant Officer Vato Falman became Colonel Vato Falman. Major Alex Luis Armstrong had become Colonel Alex Luis Armstrong. Major Edward Elric became Brigadier General Edward Elric. Second Lieutenants Hymans Breda and Jean Havoc became Brigadier General Hymans Breda, and Lieutenant General Jean Havoc. First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye became Fuhrer's Secretary Riza Hawkeye. Roy, after destroying the corruption in the military, became the Fuhrer.
Not only had his ex-subordinates received promotions, but medals as well. All of them got a medal for showing extreme loyalty to the state, and to a superior officer, because they had destroyed the militant corruption. Fury though, had also received a Purple Heard Award, for being wounded in the process.
Roy always knew he could trust his group with his life, and it was proven, in the fight against Pride, the previous Fuhrer. Roy had a dedicated team, and he was glad. Together, nothing could defeat them.
Roy walked into his office, where he remembers fighting the previous Fuhrer six months back. The memory haunts him. The office though, is now all his. His secretary's desk was located on the other side of the room, and he always had security outside the door, to alert him if someone suspicious had been wandering towards the office.
Roy had only been Fuhrer for four months now. It was decided by the people of the military. Roy had won the election, with seventy-three percent of the military's vote behind him. Roy tried to please the people, and even in only four months, he was reforming the military.
Instead of being at war with the other nations on the continent, he allied with them. The whole continent could now live in peace. Although Roy was just elected Fuhrer, he already had the hang of it. He had been sworn in by the Parliament, who is his counsel.
One thing though, that didn't change since he became Fuhrer, Riza still assigned Roy work. This drove him crazy. He hated work, and since he became Fuhrer, he had more than ever. But still, he wanted to see this country become great, and if work was what he needed to do, he'd do it.
Riza walked into his office just then, with more work for Roy to do. A four inch stack of papers in her hands, all for Roy to fill out were with her. Roy looked at his inbox, and then looked at the papers. He was wondering how any more papers could fit in there, without spilling.
After seeing the papers, Roy didn't think he could get it done himself. He had a solution, and the next second, he picked up the phone. He dialed the number for the offices of Jean Havoc, Kain Fury, Hymans Breda, and Vato Falman. He asked that all of them meet him in the conference room. He then took all of the papers from his inbox, and Riza's hands, and told Riza where she could find him. He then walked out the door.
He arrived at the conference room door, and met his ex-subordinates. He led them into the conference room, and assigned each a seat. He then handed each a smaller stack of papers, and took his own seat. They all started working on the papers, filling out what needed to be filled out. Suddenly, Havoc jumped up.
"Sir!" Havoc exclaimed. "To the West, war has been declared."
Roy walked over and grabbed the paper. He started to read the words, carefully, but quickly.
"Fuhrer Roy Mustang, we, the Parliament of Creta, are declaring war with Amestris. These skirmishes you and your country keep holding on our territory have gone on long enough. We care not what your excuses are. You keep invading our soil, and we're tired of it. This is a formal declaration of war, and we're serious about it."
It then had the signatures of the one hundred members of Creta's Parliament. Roy wasn't sure how to handle this situation. He had only been Fuhrer for four months. How was he supposed to handle a war? He supposed he could have the State Alchemists called in to fight, and he could fight along-side them.
All Roy was sure of at this point, there was no turning back. Creta was serious about war. But, if they wanted a war, they'd get one. Roy just had to think about how to look at this situation. How to win, Roy didn't know. But, would he learn?
Author's Note: This first chapter was basically an attention grabber. I hope it worked. Obviously, there will be action in this story, while at least partially pertaining to my original story. I hope you all enjoy this. Please, review, and tell me how it can be better. Enjoy the later chapters as well. - Zack Finley