"Colonel Hawkeye."

Riza entered the office to see her General Roy Mustang staring at the phone on his desk in shock. The receiver was still at his ear even though she could hear a faint dial tone.

"Colonel," he repeated breathlessly. "I've been promoted."

Riza blinked. Promoted? But the only position higher than General was-

"I'm Fuhrer, Colonel." He dropped the receiver, a wide grin splitting his face.

Riza just stared at him for a moment before he came laughing and leaping with joy across the room, hoisting her off her feet in a tight hug and spinning her around, protocol thrown to the wind in the ecstasy of the moment.

Riza found herself smiling despite herself. She very rarely smiled on duty, but his dream, their dream had finally come true. The goal they had both been working towards since Ishval had been achieved. She had done her job and they had finally won. Roy would be able to make this country what it should be. She felt her eyes go slightly misty with the sudden emotion she so often succeeded in hiding.

All at once, he set her back down and straightened, once again adopting his military demeanor.

"Colonel Hawkeye."

"Yes Fuhrer, sir." She straightened as well and saluted. He clasped his hands behind his back and started pacing the length of the room, head held high. "There was something I promised myself I would do as soon as I achieved my goal. As my first act as Fuhrer, I would like to promote you in order to facilitate the continuous effort of keeping your promise to watch my back, as I have previously done."

Riza stood at attention, slightly confused. Though appearing dignified to anyone else, the Colonel had been with the newly-appointed Fuhrer long enough to know that he only paced when he was anxious or nervous. He had always promoted her as much as he was allowed when he moved up in rank. So why-

"As Fuhrer," he continued, "I may offer you any position I desire." He paused for a moment, appearing to choose his words carefully. "The role I wish you to play is unique and can only be filled by you, but it will very likely be incredibly tedious and undesirable. I must stress that I will give you every right to refuse, without any penalty of demotion."

She raised an eyebrow. "What position is this, sir?"

"First Lady."

She stared at him for a very long moment, mouth slightly open, completely caught off guard. She barely registered him slipping a small black box out of his pocket, and her hand flew to her mouth.

He was… he was proposing to her.

A million thoughts about the implications of this ran through her head at once. She saw her Fuhrer finally meet her eyes, though very uncertainly.

She straightened and regained her composure, saluting again. "Yes sir."

Roy's eyes widened as his smile did. He moved to kneel in front of her, taking her hand and slipping the magnificently ornate ring on her finger. He then rose to his full height just above her, still very close, and pulled her into a kiss.