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The first thing she noticed when her eyes opened in the morning was that she was not in her own bed, her head rested on something that was not quite as soft as her pillow but still pretty comfortable and... warm? It only dawned on her where she was when she looked up and was met with the sleeping face of her superior officer, thus making the position of her head on his lap, to be more specific, nestled into his crotch. Her head shot up and she let out a quiet squeak and then realized the sudden movement was a very bad idea. Her head was pounding so hard it felt like someone was running her over with a truck repeatedly. She groaned so loudly that it woke Roy up as well, no sooner he clutched his own head and groaned out in pain.
Riza was the first one to speak "Sir, what happened last night?" The last thing she could remember was them running out of wine and she grabbed Armstrong's vodka from her cupboard, the rest of the night was a complete blank.
Completely ignoring her question he moaned "Water, please someone get me water..."
She never thought she'd live to see the day the flame alchemist begging for water, nevertheless she felt pretty dehydrated as well and dragged her feet across the floor into the kitchen to get them both tall glasses of water.
Roy drank down the liquid at lightning speed and sighed loudly. "Ugh Riza, does your head feel like it's going to explode as well? I can't believe I let you talk me into drinking that stuff last night."
"Well I'm sorry, but I really can't remember anything from when we first started drinking the vodka. Do you remember anything?"
"Well... no not a thing." This was almost true, he couldn't remember most of the night but he did vaguely remember a certain rant Riza went on right before they both passed out, most likely because it resonated with him so much.
"It's extremely unnerving to have so many hours of your life erased; usually I can usually remember something..."
"Hey, don't look so disappointed. I'm sure we're better off not remembering what we do when we're that drunk anyways. I mean, I bet you wish you could forget that time at your birthday party when you got up on the table—"
"Sir, I'm going to have to stop you right there. I told you we are not bringing that up ever again."
"Relax Riza! It's Christmas today, what a joyous occasion it is."
"More like hangover recovery day."
"I'm sure the headaches will go away soon, good thing we don't have to work today."
She rolled her eyes before gulping down her own glass of water and heading to the washroom to fix herself up a bit, she was sure her hair was a mess and she smelled of alcohol.
Roy simply sat there with his head on the table, waiting for the pain to subside. Great, he thought, now my head is ringing. Wait a second, that wasn't in his head, something was ringing. Ugh, he really couldn't stand the sound for much longer so he got up and picked up the phone before speaking tiredly into the receiver. "Hello?"
"General Mustang?"
Crap, must've been the hangover that caused his minor lapse in memory that made him answer Riza's phone. "Speaking." He replied. Whoever was on the line knew who he was, which was either a very good thing or a very bad thing.
"Well well well, what a nice surprise. I was calling to wish my granddaughter a Merry Christmas but now I can just kill two birds with one stone. Merry Christmas my boy!"
"Ah, Fuhrer Grumman sir! Same to you!" He actually saluted before he realized that he was on the phone, his mind wasn't really functioning this morning.
"So I see you're spending the day with my granddaughter, doing anything special? I'm still waiting on those great grandchildren."
"N-no sir! I was just um, wishing her a merry Christmas in person, that's all. You know she's um... important to me."
"Really? Your stepmom told me that you went there last night, not this morning."
Traitor. "Oh uh yeah! Guess I did come by here last night to um... wish her a merry Christmas Eve?" Roy face palmed. "Hey wait, when did you meet with Madame?"
"Ha, you don't think I'd miss out on free midnight shots now would I?"
"Sir! Don't you think it's a bit inappropriate for the Fuhrer to be out drinking in public?"
"Don't you think it's inappropriate to be spending the night at your adjutant's apartment?"
"At least I'm not in public."
"No need to worry my boy! I made sure I put on one of my extravagant disguises to make sure I wouldn't be recognized. You on the other hand, aren't so great at being secretive by answering her phone."
Roy huffed into the receiver, sometimes he couldn't believe how casually he talked to the ruler of the country. "I'm sort of out of it right now."
"So, where is my granddaughter?"
"I think she's taking a shower."
"Guess that means more time to nag you boy!"
"Sir, don't you have important stuff you should be doing?"
"Nonsense, nobody works on Christmas! Besides, you still need to tell me when you're planning on proposing to my granddaughter and making her the first lady."
"I told you it's still too soon to be thinking about that."
"You know, you're going to have to get married sooner or later, and don't tell me it's against the rules. I'll approve the marriage myself if I have to."
"Sir, we don't have time to get married. We need to focus on my goal of becoming Fuhrer and—"
"Alright, when I step down I'll personally name you as my successor. Now, will you consider getting married?"
Roy had to pick his jaw up off the floor before he answered. "Sir, I don't think you can just do that, there needs to be a fair choosing..."
"Don't be silly, you're the only one fit for the job. Most of the high generals were corrupt, you and Armstrong are the only people left who are fit to take my place and I happen to know Armstrong has no interest in becoming Fuhrer."
"So, this means... I can..."
"Marry my granddaughter."
"She's not going to accept."
"Why wouldn't she accept? She always loved you."
"That's not it. She doesn't want to ever become a liability to me, a weakness that enemies could exploit. If I went ahead and got married it would be like exposing my weak point to the entire world, I don't know what I would do if anything happened to her."
"She's also you're greatest strength, Riza has been taking care of herself and you for so many years, I think it's foolish to be afraid anything would happen to her. If you guys were married you would never have to leave each other's side, you could keep each other safe at all times."
"I don't deserve someone as great as her."
"She deserves to be with someone she loves."
"She doesn't deserve me; I have too much blood n my hands."
"She has blood on her hands as well."
"I don't deserve to be happy."
"STOP MAKING EXCUSES AND ASK HER! I don't care if you don't want to be happy but my granddaughter loves you and the only way she would be truly happy is if she was with you!"
Roy's mind flickered back to what she had said the night before, how he had deprived her of her happiness by joining the army. She lived for his dream; the least he could do was make one of hers come true. He heard the bathroom door creak open and was greeted by a freshly showered very angry looking Riza Hawkeye. From her glance alone he knew she was asking what the hell are you doing on my phone?
"Oh look! Your granddaughter can talk to you now!" He quickly shuffled the phone into her hand as she continued to give him a mean glare.
After a chorus of "yes's" and "you too's" she hung up the phone and returned to deal with him. "Why were you on my phone?"
"Well, it started ringing and I kind of forgot it was your phone and I absolutely had to stop the ringing..."
"Sir, I hope you think before you act next time. If it was anybody else we would have been in a lot of trouble."
"Yes, it won't happen again."
"Hmph, fine. Do you want some breakfast?"
As he finished up the last bit of his bacon and eggs he just sort of stared at the gorgeous blonde sitting across from him. Grumman did have a point, he had to ask her.
"Isn't this nice Riza?"
"Is what nice?"
"Just us eating breakfast together."
"It would be nicer if I didn't have a splitting headache." She deadpanned.
"Hey, I'm sure it's mostly gone by now. Anyways, there's something I wanted to ask you."
"I don't have any more bacon."
"That's not what I was going to ask! I was just wondering, how would you like to eat breakfast together every morning?"
"You want to come here every morning?"
"No Riza, I just want to be here every morning, I want to wake up to your face every morning for the rest of my life."
What he was really asking finally dawned on her. "Sir no—"
"Wait Riza, hold that thought for just a moment. Before you turn me down I want you to forget about my goals, forget about what we did, and forget about our responsibilities for a second. Just tell me what you want deep down in your heart, tell me if you would accept my offer if there was nothing standing in our way."
"Roy... of course I would I mean, but that'—"He placed a finger on her lips, effectively silencing her.
"Listen, everyone's dream is important and I know this is what you have always wanted. From now on my new dream is to start a meaningful life with you; Grumman has already made me his successor. I want to start a family so that we can spend Christmas the same way most people do. So please, accept my offer. We don't have to get married right away, we don't have to get married this year, we don't have to get married until I'm Fuhrer, I just want to make sure you know that I never want to leave your side, my feelings are yours and yours only. All I can hope for is that you feel the same way."
Riza just sat there in shock. Roy Mustang was proposing to her. She was sitting there in her pyjamas, he still had on the clothes from last night, they both still reeked of alcohol (no matter how much she brushed she couldn't wipe the scent away completely), and Roy Mustang was proposing to her.
"Yes." Was the only answer she had.
Roy smiled and got up and wrapped his arms around her.
"You know, I said we don't have to rush things, but Grumman really wants those great grandchildren."
She lightly elbowed him in the side and said haughtily "I think he's going to have to wait a bit longer for that."