"Who is that standing next to the Fuhrer Van Hohenheim?" General Roy Mustang asked Riza, while is eyes remained fixed on the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes on.

"Edward Elric," Riza replied curtly. "He's the eldest son of the Fuhrer."

"Edward Elric" Roy thought, a smug smile gracing his mouth. He didn't recall the Fuhrer having kids that were old enough to debut. Well, the fact is that he'd never actually seen the man's children before. He'd only heard rumors that he had a son whom he kept a watch full eye on at all times and that his two sons spent most of their time living in a city outside Amestris.

Roy was with the Fuhrer day in and day out. He was the Commanding General of Amestris Military. He'd practically spent most of his days hurdle over an oblong table in the man's office discussing trades with Xing, Creta and whether going to war with Drachma would be the best feasible action for the country. Never had he heard the man talk about his sons.

If the rumors were accurate he'd also overheard that Edward Elric was an alchemic genius and that he was studying abroad in a new form of alchemy that was unknown to anyone living in Amestris. Even so he thought that he was in his early teens and certainly not at an age to be presented to the ton.

The Fuhrer must regard his son highly.

High ranking personnel in the military and the entitlement to introduce their eldest child as the next candidate for their position. In Amestris the title of Fuhrer was not elected or for someone who moved up through the ranks earning the title after years of hard work. The position was like a Monarchy, passed down to the eldest of the reigning Fuhrer. The Hohenheim's had been in office for decades as it seemed.

Van Hohenheim, Fuhrer of Amestris was apparently from the country of Xerxes, fabled land of the 'Golden Ones'. The Golden Ones as it had be told in folklore was an ancient race created by an entity so supreme that essentially it was called Truth. A God that was everywhere and overseen everything in universe. But it was all myth and legend that was passed down through the ages, gaining its own popularity among treasure seekers and conspirators. No proof of the existence of such a land was ever unearth.

Looking at his Fuhrer, who was tough and downright the most powerful Alchemist Roy had ever come across, you'd think that their may have been some truth to the story. Roy also looked at his son and back to Van again and perhaps there could be some sort of authenticity behind their foreign appearance. No one in Amestris had their lineage. They both had golden eyes and hair that looked like it was tinted with the sun rays. They actually glowed and more so Edward Elric.

Normally, Roy would have wasted no time and introduced himself to Edward Elric. He was after all a General and the accustomed approach would be to make his formal introductions to the family members of the Fuhrer. Conceivably he did not want to confront his Fuhrer this evening. Things were currently at a stalemate with Drachma forces and war was looming on their doorsteps or maybe it was the look on Edward Elric's face that radiated an air of power, which halted Roy in his tracks.

As it may Roy had a glimpse of the blonde haired boy two weeks ago, with his aureate penetrating eyes, tanned skin that looked like it was kissed by the sun. His imagination had run a mock thinking about the boy and wondering what he had to do to make his acquaintance. He'd never been overcame before by the pure desire to find out who a person was, who they aligned themselves with and if they were foe or friend.

What confused Roy was that he wanted to not only understand who the person was, but he wanted him desirably. That part was a bit jarring. Now as he looked at Edward he saw that he was someone he wanted to get to know better, to discern and possibly something more—

"He is breathtaking," Roy remarked with a weak tone trying to play down his interest in Edward Elric.

"If you say so," Riza replied, a hint of animosity in her voice, "He's out of your league General. You of all people should know that the Fuhrer would not allow a rake like yourself to call upon his son. He looks innocent and probably too pure for your wicked ways and besides I didn't think he was your type. He's a boy after all and not a woman."

"What does gender have to do with thinking that someone is stunning?" Roy retorted, "And I don't have a type. I'm simply a man of impeccable tastes."

He returned his attention to Edward and in that moment Roy caught him staring at him. His face flushed crimson red and he smiled. It was a seductive smile and it clawed at his insides. They did not look away from each other. Roy was completely oblivious to the on goings in the ballroom. Everything and everyone around them faded away. Edward and himself were spellbound in a battle of who'd be the first to wave a white flag of surrender. They were two primitives thrown in the wilderness of something—driven by a force so new and unchartered. They were not willing to even blink and to relinquished their stance and close the gap between them. Roy felt like he'd been set on fire. A soft moan escaped his lips and gaged to autopilot his fingers were position to snap. A heavy feeling settled in his heart before Edward looked away.

Roy decided it was now or never he was going to walk up to Edward Elric and introduce himself, even it means facing off against the Fuhrer.