A/N: Hey there everyone! I just want to say how grateful I am for everyone's feedback on this series. Reading your reviews had been the highlight of my summer and I'm sad to see it end but all good things must come to an end sooner or later. I've loved writing this so I will most defiantly keep writing more when inspiration strikes. So without further ado, I present to you the conclusion. Be warned, it's basically fluff but I hope you like it. Thanks for reading!

"Um, Captain Hawkeye?"

"Yes Fuery?"

"The Fuhrer fell asleep at his desk again."

"Thank you for letting me know, I'll take care of it."

Riza sighed as she rose from her desk and let herself into Mustang's office. Sure, Roy was no stranger to napping during the day, but that was when he was colonel. Not that he wasn't important back then, but his new rank certainly had given him more responsibility and Riza knew he only slept at the office when he was overwhelmed. Before it had been extra research, now it was that in addition to spreading himself too thin. He tried to hide from her the best he could, insisting he could balance the usual duties of the Fuhrer as well as several side projects. Try as he might, there simply weren't enough hours in a day and she wasn't about to let him make himself sick or risk the press seeing him like this.

"Sir?" she said sternly, clearing her throat. He jolted awake, attempting to make it look as though he hasn't just been passed out.

"Hawkeye, yes, you're here for the case files?" if his messy hair didn't give him away, his voice did.

"I collected them two hours ago sir," she said gently. "Sir, if you need to leave early to catch up on your sleep, we understand."

"Nonsense, captain," he insisted. "I can't let my team pick up my slack."

"If you keep falling asleep, that won't be optional, sir. How can I trust you've read what you've signed when you keep dozing off?"

"I'm fine," he said firmly. "Besides, it's just this week." That's what he said last week. "It's a little hectic, I've been visiting the orphanage more often and state alchemist exams are coming up, these are things I need to oversee personally. I assure you, my work will not suffer."

"If you say so," she was not convinced. "But don't say I didn't warn you: if you fall asleep in the office again, there will be consequences."

He smiled at her. "I assure you it won't happen again."

It did.

The very next day, Riza walked in to find the fuhrer, leaning back in his chair snoring. What could she do? True, her job was protecting him but she couldn't spend her entire day keeping him awake without falling behind herself. Needless to say, paperwork did little to keep him alert. As much as they joked about, he knew she wouldn't ever actually shoot him for falling asleep, so how could she follow through with her threat?

Suddenly inspired, Hawkeye acted quickly. True, the whole thing was rather childish of her, she hadn't acted this way since the two of them were young but its how she knew it would work. She was almost giddy, though unworried about being caught should he awaken. She finished quickly and excited his office as if nothing was out of the ordinary and sat at her desk to wait.

"Afternoon team," announced Mustang as he came out of his office, yawning. "It's just about time for lunch isn't it? It's a lovely day, why don't we all go out? My treat."

His team just stared at him in disbelief as if he were a ghost.

"Oh haha, is this Hawkeye's doing? What, shocked to see me awake, are we?"

"No sir…" started Fuery nervously.

"It's just, maybe going out in public isn't the best idea at the moment," tried Falman.

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

"Well-"

"Damn Mustang what crawled on your face and died?" blurted Havoc, coming back from a smoke break.

"What?!" demanded Roy, rushing into his office. He caught his reflection in the window and let out a frustrated scream. Riza fought the urge to smile as she sipped her coffee.

"Who did this?!" he exclaimed angrily, pointing the crudely drawn mustache on his face. "Who let Fullmetal in my office? Is this some kind of sick joke?"

"Edward Elric hasn't been around for weeks sir," said Breda. "He just had another kid, you know that. He would have been sure to wake you and show you all the new pictures."

That was true, Edward had become the new Maes in that way, taking an enormous pride in booth his children. Besides, Winry would never let him get away with it.

"Okay then, so which one of you is the culprit? Havoc?"
Havoc threw his hands up in defense. "No sir, I just got back from a smoke break! Ask Rebecca, she's always on my case about it. Though, I've gotten down to two a day…"
"Alright then," said Mustang, cutting off the possibility about Havoc ranting about his almost girlfriend. "Who else was in my office today? Confess now, or else I'll just order Hawkeye to tell me!"

"I was the only one to go into your office today, sir," she stated calmly as the rest of the team stood there nervously.

Roy looked confused. "Then who-?"

Riza stood up and walked toward the door. "Perhaps now you'll listen when I tell you not to fall asleep at work."

But two can play at this game.

Roy and Riza had always been competitive, a trait that often lead them to push each other to their full potential. Since they seldom disagreed, they were often united by this part of themselves but every so often it backfired. It was usually harmless things when they were young, things like who could ran the fastest and later who could eat the most of Hughes' disgusting homemade stew. But this instance was a whole other level.

Riza thought nothing of it when she came in the next day and the mustache was still there, her thinking that perhaps he understood she was serious about providing penalties. But it was still there the next day. And the next day. And the day after that.

One day it became clear that the sorry caterpillar above his lip was no longer her crude sketch but Roy was actually growing a mustache.

"You can't be serious sir," she said one day, not needing to explain what she was referring to.

"I think it looks rather dashing," said the fuhrer with confidence. "It makes me look distinguished."

"You look foolish."

"I should really be thanking you," he went on as though he hadn't heard her. "You're the one who inspired me to grow it. You and your brilliant ideas."

"Shave it off."

"You know, Major Armstrong complimented it just the other day, saying it was a true symbol of my manhood and gave me the appearance of a trustful leader. I must say I agree with him. Not to mention, the ladies absolutely love it…"

It continued like this for weeks. No matter how hard she tried to hide her distaste for the mustache, Mustang took extra measure to assure it wasn't going anywhere. He gave it credit for his higher approval ratings, Fullmetal's baby squirting her father with her bottle when he came to visit, and the heatwave that caused many female employees to begin wearing miniskirts to work. The team began taking bets as to what would finally drive one of them over the edge. Fuery thought eventually Mustang would give it seeing as it bothered her. Falman thought she'd threaten to transfer. Breda thought she'd sic Black Hayate on him. Havoc bet that without a doubt she restrain him and shave the damn thing off herself.

Though Riza did not entirely give up the fight, she stopped being so actively vocal about it. Knowing Havoc's bet was a real possibility, Roy stopped falling asleep at work to avoid giving her opportunity, thus becoming more alert and productive. Riza's own plan had backfired in more ways than one.

It was a necessary evil in a way, but she accepted it with great hostility and refused to humor him. He was smug about it for her sake, enjoying the ordeal as if they were young again and had an abundance of time for silly games and teasing.

"Well it's certainly been a long day, wouldn't you agree captain?" asked Roy as he and Riza waited for the elevator together.

"I suppose so sir," she responded, holding her stack of files to her chest, talking them home to look over.

"I think you of all people would be pleased Hawkeye," he said lightly. "I haven't missed one deadline since you gave me the idea to grow a mustache. They say the clothes make the man, but I think this is a whole new level, really."

"I'm happy for you sir," she said dryly. "You know I really am proud of your productivity but I won't pretend to like your change of appearance. You say all the time how you value my honesty."

"That I do, among many other things," he said as the doors opened. "And you know how highly I think of your opinion, but you must admit it's rare for me to get your goat nowadays."

She shook her head and almost smiled.

"You of all people should know how refreshing a change of appearance can be, no matter how small," he continued. She knew he had a point. "But, I have considered shaving it, but I'd need a good reason to."

"Why do I have a hard time believing you?"

He laughed. They had done this before: Let me have your dessert and maybe I'll shave my mustache or Maybe if we leave early tonight I'll find time to shave. Riza Hawkeye was no fool, and knew the likely chances that the empty promises would remain just that, but she clung to the hope that eventually she'd find the one that would work.

"Fair enough," admitted her superior. "It bothers you that much?"

"I've made it clear how I feel, sir."

He didn't know why he loved that it bothered her so much, He knew it made little sense, and to others it merely seemed like flirtatious teasing, but a larger part of Roy thought Riza deserved to have something like this bother her. Not because he was actively trying to upset her, but he took delight in the notion that his antics were the main source of worry in her life. She wasn't constantly plagued by guilt or worry or conspiracies. It gave him hope, it made him feel normal and he could tell a part of her felt it too.

"Very well," he said with a small smile. "I mean, I suppose I could be convinced to shave it off if you agreed to marry me."

She looked at him from the corner of her eye. The phrase had come so effortlessly to him that he was only half aware he had even said it. He didn't retract it but instead kept looking happily straight forward. He had meant it though, she knew he did. He always did. But there was something different this time.

It was more spontaneous. More casual. More simple. To Riza, it was more real.

Before, his proposals had always been accompanied by restrictions making the notion impossible or poor timing. She knew he cared for her, she didn't doubt it, and though she had come to terms with her feelings for him long ago, she had trouble believing he was actually in love with her, or that anyone could be.

She worried that he confused him needing her with love. He had been weak. Blind. Uncertain. Hurt. Scared. Caught up in the moment. In character. Drunk. But not this time. This time there was no hurry, no impending doom or crisis forcing his hand. He had had plenty of time to change his mind, let the idea fade and have things continue on as normal but they had been through the worst and found their version of normalcy but still, still he wanted to be with her.

"If that's what it takes," she said with a sigh.

"Yes I- what was that?" he turned to look at her but she remained cool. "D-did you actually say yes?"

"I suppose I did," she said as if the impact of the moment escaped her. "I mean, so long as you follow through on your part."

"Oh I will!" he said eagerly, then cleared his throat as to not seem so overjoyed. They were still at work, after all, even if they were alone. She was keeping it professional, and so should he.

"So, I suppose we're engaged then," Mustang stated as though it was business as usual though elated.

"I suppose we are," said Riza, matching his tone.

"Well then, it seems appropriate to give this to you," he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a familiar box. Riza knew what was inside.

She nodded. The whole conversation felt unreal to her. Roy pulled out the ring without a word and sipped in onto her finger. It fit perfectly.

His hand lingered as it held hers, he was unable to fully comprehend what was happening. His chest felt much lighter, he had carried the small box around with him for years and now to see it where rightfully belonged was like poetry to him. She stared at the ring and he stared at her. He wanted to take her in his arms and spin her, carry her into the streets sharing the news with anyone who would listen so he knew it was real. But they had always done most of their talking in silence. This wasn't how he imagined this moment happening, but it was damn near perfect to him. Then the elevator door opened and Riza went to exit and Roy wished that the worked on a higher floor.

"Thank you," she said as if he had given her a cup of coffee or lent her a pencil rather than a symbol of his devotion to her. He watched in amazement as she walked away, as if nothing had happened. But she wasn't his captain anymore, she was his fiancée. There was no maybe or avoidance of the question to torture him now, he had all the confirmation he could ever want that his future would be bright.

Maybe the mustache was lucky after all

The next day, Riza woke up and headed to work as usual. There was nothing unusual about the day, the weather was fine the route unchanged, but it felt as if everything was going faster and slower at the same time and her surroundings were brighter as if people were noticing her. She couldn't take her eyes off the ring. It wasn't particularly lavish, just a simple band, but to her it was the most valuable thing she had ever owned.

She hadn't told anyone yet, it had just happened, why rush things? But she felt as though everyone would know. As if this little band of gold screamed that she was in love and was willing to admit it. She was in love, it sounded so odd! What she had with Mustang seemed to go beyond this word yet this word was such a big part of it. Yes, it said, I've agreed to spend the rest of my life with Roy Mustang. Is that really so surprising?

She expected a long engagement; there was so much to discuss and plan, but she knew work came first. There would be no wedding talk in the office.

But when she walked in, the office was surprisingly empty. She was used to being early, but she had timed it so she'd arrive after everyone else, yet no one was there. The thought crossed her mind that Roy had told everyone the news and had given them the day off. It was something he'd do if he didn't know she'd kill him. Regardless, she intended to lecture them all about tardiness later, and went in to leave the day's papers on the fuhrer's desk for whenever he came in.

"It's about time you showed up, dear."

Hawkeye looked to her side and saw her grandfather standing beside her, his arm offered to her.

"Grandfather? What are you doing here?"

"Well, I have the honor of giving you away."

Confused, she looked around the office and saw it full of people. Her team, Rebecca, Major Armstrong, The Elrics, the Hughes, and Madam Christmas all stood in front of her. But why?

At the center of the room was a clean shaven Roy, failing to suppress a smile.

"What's all this?" she asked.

"Well, here's the thing," he began. "We both know how awful I am with paperwork, so last night I made sure to get the marriage certificate but then I realized the likelihood of me forgetting to submit it or fill a part of it out, and you're always saying not to put off these things, so I thought this to be the best solution."

"It's truly the most romantic notion I've ever been witness to!" sobbed Armstrong dramatically.

"And we can have a big, lavish ceremony later if you want," continued Mustang. "But I've spent enough time not being married to you."

She returned his smile as she grabbed her grandfather's arm. Rebecca rushed over, taking down her hair and handing her a small bouquet.

"All right, something borrowed… here take my bracelet," mumbled the self-appointed maid of honor. "Something blue, you've got your uniform, something old… also your uniform. Something new, something new… your ring... wow, he didn't even get you diamonds."

Rebecca went on some more but she her attention was on Roy. She couldn't get over how fitting this was. How typical of him. How perfect.

Once her friend was pleased, she went back to her place in the crowd and Riza allowed her grandfather to lead her down the makeshift aisle. She almost felt silly, having all the attention on her but their glances said nothing new, just with more confirmation. They reached where Roy awaited them, standing next to Edward Elric who would officiate. On the other side of Roy was a picture of Maes Hughes in the best man's spot.

"I'm afraid I don't have my vows prepared," she said gently as her grandfather handed her off, fighting tears.

"Sorry about that," said Roy, taking her hands in his. "It's just that I've had mine ready for about 15 years now."

"If anyone had any reason why this two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace," declared Edward, then whispered loudly to Hawkeye. "It's not too late, captain."

She doesn't take her eyes off Roy. "No Ed, apparently it isn't."

The blonde man smile. "Then by the power vested in me by the state of Amestris, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may-."

Before he could finish the sentence, Riza threw her arms around Roy and kissed him. Everyone cheered but the two took no notice, and forget anyone else is there for a moment. It strikes her then that she's only kissed him twice before in their lives, yet it feels like the first time. There's so much time to make up for. He smiles with his lips against hers and lifts her off her feet. She breaks the kiss as he carries her out the door, elated and only slightly embarrassed at the scene. But it hardly mattered considering she'd never been happier.

"Sir, where are we going?" she asked, noticing he was still carrying her.

"We're married now, you really should stop calling me 'sir'."

"Answer the question."

"It's our honeymoon!" he said with a laugh. "Doesn't that mean we get the rest of the day off?"

She raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "I'll think about it."