She was buried, not in a military ceremony with pomp and circumstance, but in a tiny one encompassing only her closest friends in life. The site was a large oak tree on a hill; it overlooked the park and, in the background, Central. She had adored this place when he had brought her several months ago for a picnic.
The preacher drained on in his litany. "...ashes to ashes, dust to dust..." Clouds gathered as if sensing the need to be there. Mustang found it ironic that they would be here for her, his lover's funeral, but not for Maes Hughes'.
The only people at the funeral were the preacher, Colonel--now Fuhrer President-- Mustang, Alphonse Elric in his human body, Winry Rockbell, Major Alex Louis Armstrong, Lieutenant Jean Havoc and Master Sergeant Kain Fuery. A compassionate hand placed itself on Fuhrer Mustang's shoulder. "She died doing her job, sir; that's the best comfort I can give you." Havoc said quietly.
Mustang said nothing, just tried to keep the tears from coming down his face. Alphonse stepped up; the boy had brown hair instead of his brother's blonde, but had the same amber colored eyes. He was barely 14. "Mr. President... I'm so sorry, sir." the boy said. His face was dry, but his eyes showed a deep empathy; Edward Elric had been killed some days earlier in a fight with Envy; the Homonculus also perished. Alphonse and Winry had attended 2 funerals in one four day span and that tended to grate on a person.
The priest finished the eulogy and left, as did all the guests but Alphonse. Fuhrer Mustang looked down at Riza Hawkeye's grave with its fresh dirt and mounds of flowers. He was silent for a moment, then spoke: "What do you suppose would have happened if I had gotten there earlier?"
"Sir?" Alphonse looked at the taller man. "I guess... you AND her may have been killed."
Mustang looked down at the boy. "How do you mean by that?"
Alphonse blushed. "Erm... you two could have been... in the middle of something and helpless...?"
Despite himself, Mustang smiled, though it was one shrouded by pain. "Good point..."
"But we can't worry about what would have happened IF we had thought something or done something differently." Al said hurriedly, as if to cover up his percieved mistake. "Fate has a funny way of doing things; for example, if Father had not left, Momma may not have died and Ed and I may not have done alchemy."
"...what are you getting at, kid?" Mustang sighed. Why the hell was he asking for advice from a kid anyways?
"Then we wouldn't have met you, or Lieutenant Hawkeye or anyone here or gone off on crazy adventures. We would have had boring lives." Al finished quietly.
Silence took them once more, cut only by a rumble of distance thunder. "...We should go inside, Fuhrer..." Alphonse said. "It's going to rain..."
Deja vue took Mustang at that point. He looked up... "It already is..." he whispered.