A/N: this story's kinda angsty in comparison to the last chapter...an expression of Roy's cause.

thanks to you people who reviewed the on last chapter!

The Man Who Would Be Fuhrer

Roy Mustang was a person of great renown in Central, and even more so in East City, where he had spread his influence for over five years. With every criminal apprehended, with every alchemist he recruited for the military, he grew closer to his goal.

His goal, you ask? Simple—he wished to rule the country as Fuhrer.

Why, you ask? One of his subordinates did too one day; the Colonel's answer surprised him:

"When I am Fuhrer, I will make all female personnel wear miniskirts!!" he exclaimed passionately.

Havoc had been fooled by the lie; but Hawkeye knew better. She played along with the Flame Alchemist's scheme and walked by in irritation; but it was all an act.

Riza Hawkeye had served Roy Mustang for a decade. She'd known him even before that. She admired and respected the man for his honesty and passion. She knew his real reason for aspiring to rule the country. He had told her and Hughes long ago.

He wanted to stop the senseless violences that gripped his country. As a boy, he had hoped that alchemy would benefit the people; Ishbal had shattered that hope as well as his faith in alchemy. Now, he wished to end those wars that could be avoided—if alchemy was not for the benefit of the people, then Roy Mustang must make up for it. It was his penance for the lives he had taken.

Riza believed in his goal and protected his back. He had told her that the easy role of guardian was to defend the person you care about; the hard part was if the person grew corrupt, for then it was the guardian's responsibility to end his struggle for power using any means necessary. Sacrifices for the greater good.

That was why, in her eyes, he was not a hero because of Ishbal—rather a hero formed in Ishbal. She would support his dream, combining it with hers and trying desperately to achieve it. No matter the cost.

A/N: if you liked it, please review. I need to know if I should keep writing this story.