So here it is! A few hours late, but here it is! Thanks to Cafe Au Liet, TheFirstTree and ssadropout for reviewing chapter 2 (sorry I forgot!), ssadropout and TheFirstTree for reviewing chapter 3 and Kari Nago for reviewing chapter 1. Thanks to Cheap Toaster and Veekalzhanez for favoriting, too!

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The Morning Before

He hadn't actually needed to show up until eight in the morning, but he couldn't sleep anyway, so he arrived in the office at half past six. His lack of sleep the previous night was caused by the excitement and thrill for today – he was going to be inaugurated Fuhrer, after all. But this morning, when he practically waltzed into the empty large office that was now his, he wasn't nearly as thrilled as he'd imagined last night. He was excited, so very excited that he was afraid a Scar-like serial murderer would pop out of nowhere and destroy his glory moments.

He had spent half an hour inside the office he had been working for, and still no one showed up. Coming on time was not the same as coming early, perhaps. Or maybe his subordinates did come early, just not this early. He would never know – he always came on time, but never bothered to come much earlier, and his subordinates were always there when he arrived. A sudden paranoid fear took over him. What if his subordinates wouldn't come? What if they thought he weren't good enough to become Fuhrer, and ran away? What if they were about to come in the first place, but something prevented them from doing so, such as… such as… He couldn't bring himself to continue his train of thought.

"That's way too depressing, ugh. Can't I think of something more light-hearted on this supposed-to-be happy day?" Roy groaned. "Why haven't they shown up, anyway?"

The clock rung seven and Roy realized why exactly his subordinates hadn't shown up. "Yeah, that's right. It's still one hour before the preparation of the inauguration ceremony starts and there's no way they would be here by now. Ugh, there's no way anybody else has come into the HQ at all."

Roy paced on the expensive rugs in circles, and his eyes caught sight of the late Fuhrer's sword hanging on the wall, the years of his reign written under it. He smirked and spoke as if to the late Fuhrer himself, "I finally have your place, huh? I wonder what it feels like when the real work has come to me."

It was a beautiful morning. The sky was blue and clear, just how he liked it, almost clear of clouds. The trees and grass looked greener and fresher than ever. The birds were chirping happily, and Roy listened to them as if he'd never listened to birds before. To him, it was as if the birds were singing a new song especially for him. He was too absorbed in his good mood that he could not worry too much about anything. Granted, he was a bit nervous, but just a bit. Who wouldn't be nervous on his first official day as the Fuhrer, after all?

Roy paced around the office once more, examining every bit of the room that was now officially his. He observed every single spot and took note of every single speck of dust. Not that he minded the little bit of dust, anyway. Nothing was perfect in this world, and that went for the cleaners of the Fuhrer's office, too. He took a look at the books arranged tidily on the lowest shelf. Military Rules and Guidelines. Codes of Amestris. Geography of Amestris. History of Amestris. List of Amestrian Military Officers of 1915. And many other books of that kind.

"I seriously wonder how Bradley lived in this office with these kinds of boring books. I mean, there was always chess or alchemy books or something like that in my previous office. I wonder if Bradley kept his entertainments elsewhere instead of on the display shelves?" Roy mused to himself. He kept on looking at the shelves, however, and was now examining the second level of the shelf. There was the complete series of Encyclopedia Amestriana, the most complete and most expensive encyclopedia series in Amestris.

"Um, wow," Roy commented. The third and highest level of the shelf was occupied by several foreign merchandises, seemingly given by other countries' leaders or diplomats as thank-you gifts to Bradley. One of them was a cute, chibi replica of Bradley. Roy laughed. "Ha! I don't know Bradley could look so cute when chibified!" Roy frowned and poked at the top of the head. Suddenly the chibi statue's mouth opened and a tongue came out, and it looked as if Bradley was sticking his tongue at him. Intrigued, Roy repeatedly played with it. "I wonder if Bradley had known this little thing could stick his tongue at him."

Another half an hour had passed, and Roy had finished his examination on the office. He had seen everything he could see, he had opened everything he could open, he had touched everything he could touch, yet it was still half an hour away from the assembly time. Roy was now sitting on the long, comfortable couch in the office and sometimes bounced on it, like an excited little child. "It's only half an hour away, and I expect on of them to show up soon! Hawkeye, maybe. The boys did always say she comes early…"

Speak of the devil, and the devil is here. Just right after Roy finished speaking, Riza entered the office in her dress uniform, the one with the skirt, with her complete badges. "Good morning, Fuhrer, Sir! I was told by the janitor that you have come early," she saluted him.

"At ease, General. You know, I was under the impression you arrived at the office at six or something like that… but I was sorely mistaken."

Riza raised an eyebrow. "At six? Of course not, Sir. I need my rest, after all. What did you do here at six, Sir?"

Roy chuckled. "Me? At six? No way. What the hell do I do here at six? No, no. I came here at half to seven and no one was here, and let's say I was rather… surprised."

Riza nodded as her reply. She eyed his desk. "It seems you haven't gotten much paperwork, Fuhrer, Sir."

"Of course not. It's only the first day after all. And it's not yet the inauguration ceremony, too."

Riza's mouth formed an 'o'. She suddenly looked like she remembered something, and took his hand, shaking it. "Congratulations, Sir. For making it to the Fuhrer."

It was Roy's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Congratulations? Again?"

"Yes, I haven't congratulated you properly. Congratulations for reaching your dream."

Roy chuckled. "No, being Fuhrer is only a part of my dream. My dream is to change the country, to see no more suffering, to see no more wars."

"I still think it's a beautiful dream."

"Good to hear you saying so, when you have put up with me so long. Anyway," he replied sincerely.

"Anyway what, Sir?"

"Thank you for always being there. Without you, I would probably never make it to this step. I mean, I would probably have shot my head off back in Ishbal."

"You're welcome, Sir."

And once more, they shook hands.

A/n: So that was it. If there's one story among these four that is most unconnected to the song, I believe this would be it. The original theme I took for the song is a peaceful morning, then I thought of a peaceful morning on Mustang's first day of Fuhrership... And there it goes. It goes kind of peacefully, without saying the word 'peace' at all, though... Right?

This can be considered as the continuation from the 2nd one-shot (Judgment Day), too.

So that's it. Review, please?