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FMA does not belong to me. It belongs to Hirumo Arakawa, the original Holy Cow (I'm just kidding but seriously).

I stared at her face dreamily. She was wearing minimal makeup, her natural beauty still evident. Her lips and eyes were naked of makeup, but her face was lightly coated with powder. It was coloured slightly, a soft pink blush adding even more dimension to her face. I smirked. Who knew Riza would be so shy on her wedding day? I stroked her lace-gloved fingers softly, making her blush even more.

She wore an ivory gown. It looked gorgeous on her, the white starkly contrasting with the tan on her skin. It was fully covered at the back, not letting anyone see her tattoo, and brushed the floor. Diamond earrings were fastened where her usual silver studs formerly were and a silver necklace decorated her neck. I had an urge to kiss her right then, but restrained myself from doing so. This wedding wasn't exactly private.

I frowned at the crowd of people. Unfortunately, my advisors had forced me to have a public wedding in a large cathedral. I myself would have preferred a small wedding with at most 50 people at a tiny chapel somewhere far from the bustling capital, but alas, the country's needs came first. I adjusted my gloves awkwardly. This wedding made me nervous as hell. What if I messed up?

"… take her as your lawfully-wedded wife?" I nodded mutely, smiling with glee.

The priest turned to her. "Would you Riza, take Roy Mustang, Fuhrer of Amestris, to be your lawfully-wedded husband?" She opened her mouth to answer. I nodded at her encouragingly.

Her eyes froze. In a millisecond, she pushed me aside and sent me tumbling down the steps of the altar.

"What the fu-" I yowled angrily, rubbing my head, when a series of gunshots rang out.

Something wet landed on my nice, crisp white dress shirt. I touched it. It was red. In horror, I glanced up. Riza had fallen onto her side, clutching her stomach. A man, big and burly, lay dead near the entrance of the cathedral, a gun in his hand. I immediately rushed to Riza's side, grasping her hand tightly.

"You'll be fine, Riza, don't worry. You'll be fine," I whispered softly as I examined the wound. It had embedded itself somewhere in her abdomen. I didn't know who I was encouraging, Riza or myself.

She squeezed my fingers weakly.

"I'm always… watching your… back…" She smiled up at me, blood foaming near her mouth.

I couldn't feel anything.

"No, Riza don't say that. You'll live. Promise me you'll live! We were supposed to rule Amestris together!" I turned to call for a medic.

She smiled weakly, mustering up her strength to say one last sentence.

"I would have said… yes." She coughed lightly.

The blood from her wound had spread through the white in her gown, staining it red.

Her hand fell limp.

I stare at the casket being lowered into the freshly dug hole. I had wanted a private funeral and for once, the advisors let me get my way. The shooting incident had been about a week ago.

Hours pass and the crowds of people giving me concerned looks slowly dissipate. By mid-afternoon, the only person left is me. Hayate sits next to my standing figure, whining softly. He trots away, his tail no longer wagging as Sergeant-Major Fuery calls him to go. I am left alone.

She would have preferred it simple, her Grandfather had reminded me. I did not tell him that I knew that already. I kneel by the grave silently.

Rain drops patter onto my face in steady streams. The sky is clear, blue and cloudless. She's no longer here. I break down, accompanied only by the looming gravestone. Why wasn't it me?

Riza Hawkeye: 2/10/1890 – 5/12/1920

Hello. :D My first attempt at making a oneshot, my first attempt at writing angst and my first attempt at writing an angsty oneshot. :D Hope you liked it! I'll improve I promise. TT^TT Please review! :D

Signing off,

Peanut