Hello y'all!

Hem... I thought I couldn't write something that would be only drama and angst, but somehow I managed to do it, in less than 900 words.

This OS has been written in one hour on the theme "Fullness" (plénitude in French). Usually you could think about it as a good thing, as the feeling of a job well done. But it can be the feeling that someone can have before they die, knowing what they did during their life would bring goodness into the world. I tried to write something like that here.

WARNING: Character Death.

Rating: T

Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye

Genre: Drama, Romance

Enjoy! (at least, try... please?)


It is finished


"Führer Roy Mustang, because of you taking an active part to the extermination plan in Ishval and knowingly murdering thousands of innocent Amestrian citizens during Ishval war, you are removed from your position and sentenced to death. You will be shot to death on the fifteenth of next month, when you'll have resigned your position and finished your last tasks."

Roy exhaled the breath he'd kept in his lungs when the jurors had entered the court after deliberating. He closed his eyes and sat on the defendant bench. "Sentenced to death." The words of his penalty rang endlessly in his head, and he found himself on the edge of abysses. On the fifteenth. He'd until the fifteenth day to finish, to organize all the things he wanted to do. He felt like he was in a cotton ball, shielded from the outside. He suddenly got a feeling of vertigo, and he opened his eyes to catch his balance.

In front of him, a lost look in her eyes, was standing Riza. His Riza, loyal Riza, who'd followed him all these years, his Lieutenant, his Captain, his adjutant, his bodyguard, his wife. Riza. Her amber eyes filled with tears as she stepped toward him. She'd left the military when he'd become Führer after Grumman and they'd got married with only close friends. She'd been tried as a war criminal, however her sentence had been the same as all other soldiers who'd obeyed orders by fear of execution for treason: withdrawal of all the charges laid against them.

Roy rose and took Riza's hands. He tried to reassure her, but no words could make it to his mind, and even less to his lips. He could only convey all he could through his eyes. After all these years, it had become so natural they could spend days together without speaking a word, but gestures, care, glances and smiles told a lot about their thoughts.

Nothing mattered beside Riza, her trembling hands in his, her desperate eyes, and her swollen belly under her dark crimson dress.

He would leave a widow and an orphan behind. Could he do something more now? The jury's decision was irrevocable.

Death had been part of his thoughts for a long time, but this time, it was real.

The next weeks were full of administrative procedures, embraces, promulgated laws, heated kisses, cleaning, and shared tears.

Roy had been allowed to stay in the presidential mansion until the end, since his successor's inauguration would take place after… his death.

During their last night together, tangled in the sheets, the salty taste of sweat and tears on their skin, Roy whispered to Riza all the things he'd already told her. His wedding vows, his promises made during past years, and some of his orders.

"Don't die. Don't lose hope and don't give up on living. I've done all I could during my life, I reached my goal… my goals," he corrected, stroking Riza's belly.

She snuggled into his arms, her head in the crook of his neck, and he could feel the wetness of her tears again on his skin. During the last weeks, they'd cried more than any other time in their lives.

"My life has been fulfilled. I've done wrong, I tried to mend, and know I'm paying the price. But you don't have to do it."

"I promised I would follow you even into Hell." Riza whispered against his neck.

"But you didn't say it had to be immediately after me." Roy kissed her forehead, softly. "I wanted to stay much longer by your side, to see our child grow up, but Justice had decided otherwise. Please, let me go. You'll join me when it'll be your time. I count on you to continue my actions to make this country a place where our future will grow peacefully."

Riza sobbed but agreed with a hoarse voice. Roy felt suddenly in peace. He trusted her to make the world a beautiful place where their child would live, far from all the worries their parents had for the last years. His mission was finished, and even if he wanted to stay longer, his anguish left him.

With that strange feeling of fullness, he kissed Riza one last time, dressed into his uniform for the last time and got down in the execution pit, escorted by soldiers who'd carefully – and uselessly for he wouldn't fight – bound his hands with anti-alchemy handcuffs. He was attached to a post, and the firing squad took position in front of him, their rifles raised.

He was giving his life for his own sins, thanks to men's justice, but he knew he'd done everything to mend his faults in this world. It was finished. He smiled faintly as he thought one last time about the blond girl who'd opened the door years ago.

He would leave only loved ones behind, taking only him and his wrongs with him.

The bullets hit him.