A/N- Future fic! This takes place after the Promised Day. It was originally written for the fma_fic_contest on LJ and later greatly improved by the beta work of the wonderful Steph's. Would Arakawa send ninjas after me if I tried to claim that FMA belonged to me? I'd better not chance it. FMA is NOT mine!

I like to think that neither Hawkeye nor Mustang know who Grumman's granddaughter is.

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I Know Something You Don't Know!

General Mustang grimaced at the chessboard. Fuhrer Grumman had, yet again, flummoxed him with an un-anticipatable move. I will never understand how the old man's brain works. Grumman smiled, unnoticed by the painfully concentrating Mustang, and began to speak.

"I think that it is time that you finally married my granddaughter."

"Uh, it's been a long time since you mentioned that, Sir," Roy spluttered, still studying (or trying to study) the pieces on the board. Is this just an attempt at distraction, or is he really back on that?

"It has been too long! I'm losing patience! You put me off before, but times have changed. You and she are not getting any younger. Also, if you want to eventually lead this country, a wife is politically helpful," advised the Fuhrer, who was enjoying watching Roy's discomfort from both the chess move and the track the conversation was taking.

"Those are not very good reasons to marry, Sir. I'm flattered that you would want me as a grandson-in-law, but it is highly unlikely that I will ever marry. I sometimes have trouble dealing with my … complicated moods. I could never expect a wife to," Roy replied, glad to have the chess game to examine. She must look like the old man, or she would have found herself a husband by now. Not that I would even consider marrying anyone but… I mean marrying anyone. And how the hell can I protect my queen.

"But my granddaughter is the perfect person to deal with your 'complicated moods,' as you call them," exclaimed the old man. "You are doing an excellent job in Ishval, and you should be …healing or at least beginning to, Roy." The Fuhrer seemed to have caught on to the subtext in Roy's statement. "While you can never erase the past, the Ishvalans are beginning to understand who you really are. You may have fewer enemies than you think. My intelligence is very good on this. But they take family very seriously and you would be more acceptable to them as a married man. Married to my granddaughter!"

"How could she possibly understand my… issues?" exclaimed Mustang.

"She has followed you very closely, Roy. I'd say that she knows you better than anyone else. I think that the two of you make an excellent team."

The part of Mustang's brain that had been pondering whether to move his bishop or his knight lost its focus at Grumman's odd word choices. Do I have a stalker? Then:"Make"- present tense? "Team?" He looked up.

Grumman continued, "I could understand that you were not ready to marry when we were back at Eastern Headquarters, but, well, that was a lifetime ago, wasn't it?"

"Respectfully, Sir, and also with all due respect for your granddaughter, I do not see this marriage coming to pass. In addition to what I have already told you, there is a woman that I care about. Love. Someone I cannot marry. And I would not marry any other." Roy desperately hoped that that would end the conversation and returned his concentration to the board.

"Yes, I know that. My granddaughter! We have to change that situation."

Roy shook his head and stared at the crazy old man. He had thought that Grumman was doing a pretty good job running the country, withstanding that he hadn't taken them much closer to becoming a democracy, but the man must be delusional. He had always been eccentric to the point of appearing wacky, but now he seemed to have become out of touch with reality.

"Fuhrer Grumman, Sir, I…" Roy cut off his sentence as an extremely peculiar giggle issued forth from the leader of Amestris. Roy was beginning to feel real panic.

"You should see your face, General! Hehehehe. When have I ever steered you wrong?" He hit a button on the phone and requested that his aide send Captain Hawkeye in.

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A/N- Thanks for reading. I have a couple more "chapters" (they are really one-shots) that I will upload in the near future. Take care!

"I have something to tell the two of you…" Grumman began.