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Disclaimer: If Fullmetal Alchemist belonged to me, Royai scenes would have taken place everywhere in the manga and anime, and not just in NWii games.

So here it is - based on Etude op 8 no 2 by Alexander Scriabin! This can be considered as an alternate ending for the manga which we will see in a matter of days since I'm pretty sure FMA won't end like this.

Judgment Day

It was the tensest week they had ever had. If they weren't so busy, if they hadn't so much work to be done, they wouldn't have buried themselves in their load of paperwork, like they were doing now, for they couldn't even concentrate. All they could think was about the announcement of the vote results. All they could think was the end of the week. All they could think was the fate of their commanding officers: Lieutenant General Roy Mustang and Colonel Riza Hawkeye.

It all began a month ago. After the final battle with Father, Hohenheim had restored all the other four Human Sacrifices' bodies. Not long after the end of the battle, the council of non-corrupt generals had decided to elect a new Fuhrer; among the candidates are Major General Olivier Milla Armstrong and Lieutenant General Roy Mustang. They had agreed upon an election to nominate the Fuhrer. The election was done very quickly. The preparation had not taken one week, and the election itself took place for about one week. In only two weeks, the results were announced: Roy Mustang was elected as Fuhrer. There would be two weeks before he was officially given the 'throne'.

Roy should have been contented with that – he nearly reached one of his main goals after all. But it wasn't he was not content, either, though some people might like to think otherwise. He just wanted to clear up things first. Not three hours after the election results were announced, Roy insisted to the council that the case of Ishbal Massacre to be taken to the court before he was named Fuhrer. The council had very kindly warned him about what might happen of Roy's 'unsafe move', but Roy didn't need to be told about that. He had been aware of what consequences he might have to face ever since Hughes declared his support at the end of the Ishbal massacre. His only regret about all that had happened was that he would drag Riza Hawkeye into this, whether he wanted it or not, whether he liked it or not. So they took the case to the Royal Court of Amestris. The court's decision was to leave it to the people. Every Amestrian citizen of 23 and above had to partake in a vote of three choices that would decide the fate of Ishbal Massacre participants: death sentence, exile from the country or nothing but a pledge to never partake in any form of genocide or humanism crime anymore.

It took a week for the council to prepare and commence the nation-wide voting. Roy had been questioned many times about his decision, but most of the time he only laughed it off and claimed that it was his first move of changing the country. The council would announce the vote results a week after it was commenced, and today was the day. That was why the officers in soon-to-be-Fuhrer Mustang's office, namely Lieutenant Colonels Jean Havoc and Heymans Breda, Major Vato Falman and Captain Fuery, had been restless and uneasy all day. They did not want to lose their beloved and well-respected Lieutenant General and Colonel. The four of them had been throwing questions among themselves in the office the whole week: "What if it were death sentence?" "Where would the Lieutenant General and Colonel go if it were exile?" "Who would Black Hayate stay with if it were death sentence?" "Can you please shut up and think positive?"

The vote results would be announced at Central Square and aired on every single radio station in Amestris at 5 p.m. sharp. It was only ten minutes to the important time, and the four battle-hardened men were nervous and tense. Their commanding officers, though, were surprisingly calm and at ease, even though they were the ones facing the judgment. They all were already standing among the enormous crowds of people in Central Square, lucky enough to be only four rows away from the podium. Murmurs and whispers could be heard all around them – people were busy discussing about what outcome would greet them. The whole Amestris was eager to know what fate awaited some of their soldiers.

It was finally the big time. Major General Olivier Milla Armstrong was going to be the one announcing the results. When the eldest of the Armstrong siblings stepped up the podium, it was as if the crowd was holding its breath – suddenly silent. The Major General began her short speech. She smirked, enjoying the tensely thrilled feeling of the people in front of her, waiting for her to announce what they were here for.

"Good evening, citizens of Amestris." She was aware that her voice reached the whole Amestris. "Now is the time for all of us to know the results of the vote that will decide the fates of the soldiers who participated in the Ishbal Massacre. We all know there are three choices that could be picked in the vote: death sentence, banishment from Amestris and a mere, non-harmful pledge taking. Before I announce the results…"

Olivier started speaking about the possibilities. If the most votes fell to death sentence, it would be commenced in a week from the announcement, at Central Square. The method of execution would be chopping the heads off the war veterans using the old guillotine Amestris had had since years before Bradley's reign. If it was banishment from Amestris, all of the criminals would have to be gone from Amestris in a week. If 'nothing-but-pledge' was most voted, the pledge would be taken in a week in Central Square, too.

Finally, Olivier finished her speech and opened a thin, blue folder. "In this folder are the results we are all waiting for." Of course, the generals in the council had known what the result was; "And Amestris had decided that all participants of the Ishbal Civil War are to be…" sharp inhales could be heard from the crowd, "pledge taking!"

The people all heaved relieved sighs. They all cheered and shouted in happiness. They would lose no more family, no more friends, no more comrades… Some of them hugged each other, some of them patted each other's backs and some other even began to dance.

"Hoorah, hoorah!" they all cheered. Havoc, Breda, Falman and Fuery took turns in shaking Mustang and Hawkeye's hand, each patting their shoulders when they shook hands.

"Congratulations," Havoc said. He was relieved, he was happy, he felt like he could walk and run again. He couldn't stop smiling as he reached out his hand to pat Hawkeye's arm.

When the men heard no reply from their commanding officers, they were all surprised to see tears of joy trickling down on the Lieutenant General and Colonel's cheeks. What surprised them most was that they suddenly hugged each other tight, as if not wanting to let each other go anymore, and when they broke up, they returned their subordinates' congratulations,

"Thank you."

A/n: I feel like I failed to portray the uneasy, restless feeling I get from this song. I mean, it was not as uneasy as I had wanted it to be. In fact, the 'good ending' theme was too long here, while it only took place for 2 (music) bars in the song o.o

Anyway, if you are interested on Youtube-ing the songs, I recommend the ones played by Horowitz, if any. I know not all songs have the Horowitz version, but the ones he plays should be the best ones, for I was told that he was Scriabin's own student (though I am too lazy to research about it XD).

And finally... Review, please!