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With each passing day, time seemed to move faster and faster.

Between establishing himself as the new Fuhrer of Amestris, delving into his relationship with Riza, and taking care of his daily duties, Roy felt like he was in a surreal dream when his wedding day actually arrived.

While hair stylists, makeup artists, and the wedding coordinator bustled around Riza that morning, the bride-to-be felt the same way.

Roy smiled as a subordinate helped him put on a beautiful, luxurious black tuxedo.

Fuhrer Mustang had broken the rules. Amestris tradition dictated that a Fuhrer should marry in his military uniform.

But their marriage wouldn't be about Roy and Riza relating to each other as soldier to soldier.

No, they would be husband and wife.

Roy wanted Riza to see him for himself while they took their vows.

He had vetoed the tradition and chose to dress for his wedding not as the Fuhrer, but as Roy, the man who loved Riza Hawkeye.

Across town, as Riza was assaulted by powdered brushes while her hair was pulled in all different directions, Riza smiled too.

It may have come frighteningly quickly, but both bride and groom were happy that their wedding day was finally here.

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The Fuhrer's wedding was planned to take place right in the middle of Central, with the ceremony on the steps to the military building.

The reception would follow immediately afterwards.

There were far too many guests for any smaller venue, and since the event was such a public occasion, the large, open, outdoor setting had been selected.

Tents were set up in case of adverse weather and from the break of dawn, dozens of caterers began to set up their booths, offering refreshments to all interested guests.

Thousands had flocked to the event.

The city of Central was absolutely teeming with people.

For the past week, visitors kept arriving by car, by train, by bus…..

All hoping to get a glimpse of the Fuhrer's wedding, all hoping to be a part of the celebration.

Edward and Winry Elric were present, along with Mrs. Hughes and her daughter, Elicia.

Alphonse Elric and his close girlfriend, Mei Chang, were also in attendance.

All of Roy and Riza's friends and distant family were present, ready to support the the couple and bear witness to the events of the day.

Since the previous night, the crowds began to flood the streets.

Those people were now bunched up around the platform at the bottom of the steps where the ceremony would be taking place.

Thousands of cameras waited to flash.

Thousands of eyes looked on, eagerly anticipating….

The ceremony had been scheduled for three in the afternoon.

At 2:55 pm, the wedding officiant, along with Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc, Major Armstrong, and a couple of others the crowd did not recognize came walking out onto the platform.

Excited murmurs rippled throughout the throngs of people as the officiant took his place and the others, whom all Roy had chosen as his groomsmen, stood to the side.

At the top of the stairs of Central's military building, the door opened.

Roy stepped out and began his walk down to the platform.

The people below couldn't tell who it was at first, but as Roy approached and they recognized their Fuhrer, the groom, the crowd erupted into wild cheers and whistles.

Roy made it to the bottom of the stairs and stood on the platform beside the officiant and his groomsmen as deafening waves of applause thundered in his ears.

Roy smiled tensely.

He wasn't trying to be rude to anyone, but he was, as all grooms are, incredibly and inexplicably nervous.

At the end of the blocked off street, a single black car approached and Roy felt his already rapid pulse quicken even more.

He knew that was the car that carried Riza…...

The black vehicle came to a stop at the end of a red velvet runner, which had been placed on the strip of ground that led to the platform in order to create an aisle.

Between the platform and the aisle, the crowd had been held back to allow the ceremony to happen.

Roy swallowed hard in his throat as Riza's chauffeur stepped out of the car and walked over to open her door.

"You got this, Roy." Havoc whispered to the Fuhrer as they stood, waiting.

Roy gave him a stoic nod, but truthfully, he felt like his knees were going to buckle.

The chauffeur's hand pulled on the handle and the shiny, black car door swung open…..

Roy drew in a breath of anticipation as he turned around.

Now he would wait for the signal…..

When he turned around he would see Riza in her wedding attire….

As his…

His…..

Bride!

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"Are you nervous? Don't be nervous!" Rebecca coached Riza as they rode through the streets of Central in the shiny, black car, driven by Riza's personal chauffeur.

"You're not helping." Riza mumbled as Rebecca moved her hand to position a stray piece of Riza's hair that had slipped out of place.

After her crew of attendants had finished preparing her, Riza had left for the ceremony site, taking her maid of honor and close friend, Rebecca Catalina, along with her.

"You look beautiful." Rebecca smiled at the bride-to-be.

That was better.

Something reassuring, like a compliment, instead of a directive to try to follow at such an anxious moment like this.

Riza nervously smiled back. "Thanks."

The car turned down a street, drawing ever closer to the crowds and Riza's waiting groom, Roy.

The blonde sucked in a breath, gripping her bouquet of red and white roses until her knuckles turned white.

Rebecca placed her hand over her friend's and looked into her eyes confidently, "You and Roy are going to be great together."

"You think so?" Riza asked, returning her gaze.

"Of course! Besides," Rebecca laughed, "everybody knew this was going to happen eventually!"

Riza blushed as the car slowly came to a stop.

Had her and Roy's feelings towards each other been that obvious to everyone around them?

They thought they had been discreet all these years…

That worry vanished from Riza's mind as her chauffeur opened his door and got out.

Riza squeezed Rebecca's hand.

Both women listened to the driver's polished heels tapping against the pavement as he approached Riza's car door.

Click, click, click

This was it!

Riza had already decided that since her father wasn't around to do so, no one would walk her down the aisle.

Instead, Rebecca would simply walk behind her and carry her long veil.

The car door was opened.

Riza took her chauffeur's hand after he extended it, offering his assistance.

Cameras flashed all around her as she slowly stepped out of the car, followed by Rebecca.

"Just pretend like they're not there. Focus on Roy." Rebecca reminded the bride as she picked up Riza's cathedral length veil and they started to walk.

They needed to turn the corner first.

Roy couldn't see Riza from that far back and she couldn't see him.

Just a few steps….

Riza kept her head down demurely, trying to ignore the throngs of people.

She held her flowers up close to her face to avoid her vision being blurred by the barrage of flashing cameras who were all trying to get the first picture of the bride.

A few steps…

Just a few more steps…..

After what felt like an eternity, the bride and her bridesmaid made it to the end of the corner.

They turned…..

Roy was standing with his back towards Riza, having followed Havoc's advice to get a good first look at his bride.

Riza held her head up high to face her groom.

A hush fell over the enormous crowd.

Havoc quickly smacked Roy on the shoulder and after scowling for a second at his friend, Roy turned around…..

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Roy's eyes widened and before he could stop them, happy tears of joy and admiration sprung to his eyes, threatening to fall.

Riza was…

Riza was….

Riza was on the verge too, but though her brown eyes shimmered with tears of happiness, she put on a brave smile and took the first step towards her groom.

She blushed at how handsome her groom looked.

Roy couldn't help the bright, proud grin that spread over his face.

He thought Riza was absolutely beautiful.

Her hair was done up in an elegant bun with pearl pins placed here and there, her makeup was elegant and flattering but still visible through her lace veil, her lips painted a dusty rose color, and her dress….

She was wearing the exact dress that Roy had shown her from the magazine.

He had been right, it did suit her well.

The lace straps highlighted her shoulders, and it was fitted through the body, showing off her figure.

It was a bit low cut but not to the point that it became lewd…..

Roy felt a throb of desire run though him as he watched his bride approach.

His bride.

In a few moments, Riza would be his wife.

Tonight, she would be in his arms.

Roy and Riza had always dreamed of this moment, and it had always felt so far away…..

So removed from reality….

As Riza made it to the platform and carefully walked up, the officiant placed Riza's hands in Roy's.

They both asked themselves the same question as they looked into each other's eyes…

Was this really happening?

All around them, soldiers who had been assigned guard duty signaled for the crowd to fall completely silent, which they did, and then the officiant spoke, "Attention all who are present! The Fuhrer's marriage ceremony will now begin!"

Roy smiled at Riza, as gleefully as a schoolboy, and Riza squeezed his hands back.

They both shared the same thought….

Yes, this was really happening!