A/N: okay...there's more fluff in this story than I ever intended there to be...

There are minor hints of EdWin in this story; perhaps a few others, but nothing too serious. If you don't like that pairing, I'm sorry. But don't worry: there really aren't enough hints to bother you in this chapter

A Quiet Ceremony

He felt honored to be there.

The church was small, isolated. Roughly fifty people were in attendance to the quiet ceremony, many of whom bore the same blue uniform.

They had decided on a church; neither was distinctly religious, but tradition was tradition. Riza wanted to adhere to such protocol.

Riza's strict obedience to tradition and Roy's eagerness for revolt had clashed in an epic strife. Such arguments had never been witnessed in all Amestris. The only way that they managed to agree was a one-word solution suggested by their dear friends, advice for both the present and the future:

Compromise.

Roy had allowed the service to be in a church; he even let their friends wear dress uniform, if in the military.

But…

Riza had to hold up her end of the bargain. She had to let Roy pick her dress; she wondered if it had been wise to cooperate with the man after all.

Roy coughed. The small sanctuary was practically overflowing with fragment flower arrangements, compliments of a certain bookworm who insisted on 'romance and perfume'.

Being the groom was nerve-wracking.

That was the cue. The organ played as the assemblage rose. Elysia Hughes pranced out of the backroom, the flower girl. She looked the part, too. Her hair had been braided with ribbons; she wore her own miniature veil; flowers had been embroidered into her dress. She was escorted by Black Hayate, a makeshift ring bearer. He pulled a small wagon containing the velvet cushion and rings.

Next came Sheska, one of the maids of honor. Her dress was flattering and her hair was unusually neat. Havoc escorted her. He winked at her; she was, after all, his date for the evening. She blushed before taking her place on the bride's side. He smirked as he took his own position near Roy.

Winry peaked around the corner. She looked lovely in her gown; her eyes shined with an intense happiness. The cause of her ecstasy was not lost to Mustang, as her escort soon joined her in full view of the crowd. There was a mild blush on the face of one Edward Elric as he walked with Winry down the aisle, pondering if he might be in Roy's shoes some day soon.

Edward stood solemnly next to Roy, serving as best man. He shot Winry, the bridesmaid, a look before turning his attention back to the open doorway.

Here it was.

A white veil teased the corner of the chapel. Everyone in the crowd watched with baited breath. A tall man began sobbing manly tears of joy, pink sparkles dancing around him.

A shoe appeared beneath the lace. Roy inhaled sharply. This was a moment he'd wanted for his whole life.

Then she was there. The room faded from Mustang's view. He only saw her; she looked radiant. Her smile was the most gorgeous thing of all.

Surprisingly, the miniskirt supporter had opted for a more modest wedding dress on his wife. Why? No, he hadn't given up the idea of seeing her in a short skirt; he just preferred not to have a room full of men with nosebleeds on his wedding day. Riza's hem stopped just above her knees, the veil trailed the floor.

General Grumman kissed his granddaughter on the hand, willingly giving her to his young friend.

The ceremony was beautiful. The reception was enjoyable. Elysia ran amongst the adults, gathering praise and enacting her own future wedding day. Hayate ran in circles, begging for scraps. Alphonse was ambushed by numerous girls, each begging him to dance with them; he obliged happily, remembering his days in armor. Havoc and Sheska seemed to hit it off pretty well. Fuery had his own date. The rest of the military group were enjoying themselves, laughing about their leader's history and trading money for lost bets. Winry sat as close to Ed as possible. Ed probably would have been mobbed by women had it not been for Winry and her wrench's protection. He was truly grateful.

In the middle of the dance floor, in a whole other world, a newly wed couple danced in bliss.

A/N: yeah...lots of fluff.

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