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Fortunately, that particular day it was more of a false alarm, or at least, less of an alarm then Roy feared...

Roy was indeed needed at Central but there was no attack in progress, just a note that had been delivered to his main office.

It was a note of warning.

If Amestris didn't relinquish some of its land in the north, then Drachma firmly stated they intended to declare war.

Roy sat at his desk staring at the note all morning.

Of course, Roy had no intention of giving up any land, but what was the best way to defend?

Roy could just ignore the warning and bolster Genera Armstrong's forces at Fort Briggs but what if Drachma was sneaky and attacked from an unforeseen angle?

Roy rubbed his eyes.

His mind flashed back to the Ishvalan War.

Slaughter…

Loss…

Grief…

Why?

There were no real winners in war, only various levels of losing, even on the victor's side.

Roy took his hand down and stared out of the window.

Maybe it wasn't too late yet…..

Maybe Roy still had a chance to stop this thing before it started.

Roy sent for his best diplomatic advisor and had a very urgent, very frank discussion with him.

Roy gave the man a mission.

Roy needed his help…..

The diplomat agreed.

The diplomat left the Fuhrer's office and went to his barracks to pack his bags.

The flame Alchemist was going to Drachma.

But what was he going to tell his wife?

—

"I'm coming with you." Riza said defiantly, crossing her arms over her belly while she watched Roy pack a suitcase.

Roy had come home early.

Roy had explained everything.

The sensible part of Riza understood, but the hormonal part was furious.

How could Roy not tell her what was going on all this time?!

"Absolutely not." Roy said with a sigh.

Truthfully, Riza was the one person that Roy wanted to have with him.

She always kept him steady and focused, she was a great shot, and a loyal officer.

Roy could never ask for a better Lieutenant than Riza.

But in her current condition, her traveling with him just wasn't an option right now…

"I don't want you to leave." Riza said with a frown, sitting down on the bed.

"Do you think this is what I want?" Roy asked with a sad glance.

Roy finished packing his suitcase and sat it down on the floor.

Roy knelt down in front of Riza and took his wife's chin in his hands, looking into her eyes tenderly, "Riza, we both know this has to happen. If I can do this ...if this war can be stopped before it starts, wouldn't that be amazing? Do you want our baby born into conflict?" Roy asked.

Riza looked away. "No." She said quietly.

Roy leaned forward and kissed her belly, laying his hand on Riza's side. "I promise I'll be back soon, alright? Long before the baby's born...I wouldn't miss that for the world. Now let's try to enjoy our evening together, alright?" Roy asked with a small smile, "I'll order some pizza for us tonight."

Roy gaze Riza a gentle kiss and went to place their pizza order.

While Roy was busy, Riza sneaked away to use the phone at the opposite end of the mansion.

Roy was going to be back soon alright….

In fact, if Riza had her way, Roy wasn't ever going to leave in the first place…

Riza bit her lip nervously while the phone rang.

"Hello?" A voice asked from the other end.

"Edward?" Riza asked.

"No, I'm, sorry! This is Alphonse, Brother's outside with Winry! May I ask who's calling?" Alphonse Elric replied.

"Alphonse, this is Riza, Riza Hawkeye." Riza said, annoyed to find herself fighting back tears. "I really need your help with something…"

Yes…

If Riza was still as cunning as she was during her military days, Roy had packed his suitcase for nothing.

—

Riza won her battle.

The following morning, Roy woke to find that Edward and Alphonse were on their way to Drachma in his place, accompanied by Roy's diplomat and best soldiers.

Roy was not pleased that he wouldn't be there during the negotiations, but he was secretly thrilled that he didn't have to leave Riza.

What if something happened early with the baby and he wasn't there?

During their journey, Roy stayed in constant contact with the Elric brothers, listening to what was being said and giving his orders as Fuhrer, head of Amestris.

Riza sat beside Roy when she could, anxiously listening and waiting.

Roy was just hopeful that….

Whether he was physically in Drachma or not….

A peaceful accord could be reached.

The expectant Father was not in the mood to go to war.

He didn't want his baby to be born into chaos.

The world was filled with plenty of that already.

—

Operation Drachma Negotiations was a success.

A peaceful agreement was reached between the two rival countries and Fuhrer Mustang sat in his office after the Elric brothers returned, signing a treaty with the leader of Drachma.

The Elric brothers were hailed as heroes once again, and the people of Amestris cheered for their Fuhrer's excellent leadership skills.

Riza was home on bedrest by then, but she was listening to the news on the radio.

Hearing that the treaty had been officially signed, Riza smiled and laid a hand on her rounded belly.

Maybe, now, things could be peaceful again for a while…...at least until their little one arrived.

—

It was not long after the signing of the treaty, on a chilly autumn morning, that Roy and Riza welcomed their baby into the world.

A sweet, wailing, little boy who weighed eight pounds and nine ounces.

Everyone, including the parents and the medical staff, marveled at the baby's full head of thick, black hair.

When Riza held her baby for the first time, happy tears welled in her eyes, especially as her little boy blinked up at his mother with wide, brown eyes.

Roy had been by Riza's bedside the entire time, and he smiled widely as he looked at his newborn son.

The birth went smoothly and both parents had been grateful for that.

Riza was glad that her baby arrived safely.

While Roy was too, he was also happy that Riza hadn't had to suffer long.

They had only been at the hospital for four hours when their son was born.

"He's got your hair." Riza breathed with an exhausted, happy sigh.

"But he's got your eyes." Roy smiled warmly, kissing Riza's sweaty hair gently. "I'm proud of you, Riza. You did well."

"Have you thought about a name?" Riza asked as the baby cooed.

"Yeah…." Roy said with a grin as he watched his son stretch in Riza's arms. "Actually I have."

"Me too." Riza said quickly.

Roy looked up at her, waiting for her to speak.

"I want to name him Hugh." Riza said, looking over at Roy for his approval.

Roy cracked a wide smile.

That was the same name he had been thinking of…..

"Welcome to the world, Hugh Mustang." Roy smiled, sliding a finger into his son's chubby little hand.

The baby squeezed his father's finger tightly with a coo.

Roy and Riza smiled down at their newborn son.

"I love you, Colonel." Riza whispered.

"I love you, Lieutenant." Roy whispered back, kissing Riza's lips sweetly.

Finally, their little family was complete.

Riza had never felt happier.

Roy couldn't wait to embark on his new duty, raising his son with the woman he loved deeply.

Finally, Roy Mustang was a Fuhrer and a Father.