Colonel Roy Mustang was buried with full military honors next to his friend, Commodore Maes Hughes. He was given the posthumous rank of Lieutenant General, the third highest rank in the Amestris Army rank system.

At the funeral were Jean Havoc, Edward and Alphonse Elric and Riza Hawkeye, as well as Pinako and Winry Rockbell, Gracia and Elicia Hughes and the new Fuhrer, Alex Louis Armstrong.

No one but Gracia noticed the gentle straining of Riza's uniform; Maes Hughes' widow placed a comforting hand on Riza's shoulder. "I'm so sorry... how far along...?"

"...four months."

Gracia held the now five year old Elicia closer to her. "Do you know...?"

"A boy."

Gracia smiled compassionately. "If you need any help, please, do not hesitate to ask."

Riza looked at Gracia, then smiled wanly. "...thank you."

Shortly afterwards, the service was finished with the 21 gun salute. The guests all left, except for Riza and Edward. The teen unbuttoned his suit jacket, allowing the black tie to flap in the breeze, and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Can't believe he's gone." he said quietly. "I always thought I'd go before him."

"That's a morbid thought, Ed..." Riza stared down at the headstone with

"Yeah... I know. But then again, Al and I've seen more morbid stuff in the last few years then most people see in four lifetimes." Ed put his hands behind his head. "So... were you planning on marrying him?"

"We never discussed it... but yeah."

Both were silent for several more minutes. "We should go now..." Riza said, her eyes brimming. "It's going to rain."

Ed looked at the cloudless sky. "But there's no signs... Are you sure?"

Riza nodded, lifting her face to the sky, as she had seen Roy do two years ago when Maj. Hughes was buried. She spoke in a voice that was breaking, saying the exact same words as Roy had when she herself had asked the same question.

"Yes... this is rain."

(One year later)

"This is your daddy... he was a brave and handsome and loving man." Riza Hawkeye stood under a cloudless sky, holding a infant boy in her arms. "You look just like him, 'cept you have my eyes. Say hi, Daddy!"

The infant burbled something unintellible and blew a bubble from his mouth. He was about seven months old, chubby cheeked, with bright blue eyes and dark, dark hair. He had a tendency to sit in his chair by the fireplace and just... watch. Whenever the fire went out, he would cry and cry until Riza lit a candle for him. She eventally, about two weeks ago, ended up having a lamp made to look just like a fire would in the fireplace. Riza made it a point to have Fuhrer Armstrong refer her to a good school for alchemy that was NOT tied to the military. Now, with Alex in charge, schools for alchemy were just that: schools.

Jean Havoc stood by her, his arm around Gracia's shoulders and holding Elicia's hand. Gracia held her hands over her four month belly. "You gonna come by for dinner?" Havoc asked.

"I've got to make sure this little one gets his sleep; not tonight!"

"Have you even eaten anything remotely healthy since you were promoted?" Gracia let out a charming laugh. "At least let me send Elicia over with a sandwich or something!"

"I can watch the baby!" Elicia interjected indignantly. "I'm a big girl!"

"I've got so much paper work to do, it's not funny. I'm up to my eyeballs in promotions and demotions and awards--"

"And poopy diapers!" Elicia added helpfully.

"That too!" Riza patted the girl's blond head, then ruffled up her hair.

"You're not fighting your way out of it, Riza; I'm sending her with a sandwich or two!" Gracia said with mock seriousness. "She's actually good with kids; she's hoping for a little sister."

"At least the country's not at war anymore..." Riza said quietly. "There's no more needless deaths." A great sadness seemed to fall on her and she seemed physically burdened.

Havoc held out his arms. "Let me take the baby for a bit; get me some practice for my own." Riza handed over the baby; Havoc and Gracia walked off, both muttering nonsense phrases to the baby; Gracia stayed.

Riza knelt by the grave and placed the flowers that she had picked--and her some had tried to eat on numerous occasions-- at the foot of the headstone. "I miss you, honey... he gets bigger and looks more like you every day. I wish you could see him."

"He can see him, Ms. Hawkeye, just like my daddy sees me." Gracia said with all the faith and innocence of a six year old girl. "Mommy brings me here every year on my birthday and her birthday and Daddy's birthday so we say Hi to him. Then last year, Mr. Havoc asked Mommy if he could help be my daddy and now they're getting married!" Gracia jumped up and down. "I like Mr. Havoc, but I don't know if I should call him Daddy..."

"You do what your heart feels, I guess." Riza patted Gracia's head again. "Come on, kiddo; let's go with your mom and dad and get some ice cream."