Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, but I do own Addy

Notes: First: The epilogue is set about a year after the court case. Second: this is really the end. I'm really sad to be leaving it here, but this epilogue was like a flash of inspiration to me, and it had to be in there. And if the story went any longer or any differently, it couldn't have worked. So thank you everyone for supporting me through this story, and I'm glad that I was able to get such feedback from you all. I don't have any works ready to be posted soon, but I have a few in the making, some one-shots, some series. Once I finish the one-shots they'll be posted, but since I'm in such a blobby mood recently, it might not be for a while (sorry). I love you all, and thank you for your reviews - just as you've been able to get to know a bit about me through these rambling A/Ns, I feel as though I've been able to get to know you through your reviews. Thank you again. Here's the epilogue (oh, it's an almost exact mirror for the prologue and the start of the first chapter, so even though you won't find this as interesting as I do, if you look at them both at the same time you can see how the characters have changed, and the same people talk at the same time in prologue and epilogue. There might be one or two times I change it, towards the end, but other than that it's all the same.).

Epilogue

His hand rose high into the air, acknowledging the people who had come to see him, and the crowd roared along with their hero. He had been in numerous matches, all of which only resulted in making them love him more. They had come to adore him, win or lose, because he played well, and he played fairly. They saw him through the good and the bad, because they knew that even if he slipped his team would be there to pull him back up and to refocus him in the right direction. Now, he was by no means a bad player, but among the numerous successes, there were days in which he just didn't reach the bar.

Such was the sport of soccer.

His hand lowered and the grin faded into an easy concentration. He jogged into his position next to the ref for the toss up, across from the other team's captain. The man scowled in his direction, but his mind was elsewhere at that time, and the glare went unnoticed.

She hadn't been able to make it to the start of game – not because she'd been avoiding it, but rather because things just managed to get in the way. Nonetheless, she arrived at the end of half-time and squeezed her way through to her seat.

"It's two to one, Amestris' way," the ash-blond woman beside her announced, taking her eyes off the game long enough to smile a greeting. Her husband was in possession of the ball at that moment, making a break for the goal circle. At that moment he booted it over to the Right Inner, who – completely devoid of any following defenders – proceeded towards the looming goalposts.

She scanned the field for a moment, quickly locating a black mess of hair. "Who scored the goals?" she asked, eyes lingering on the play.

The ash-blonde smiled somewhat smugly. "Havoc and Maes. But don't worry, I'm sure that Roy will get there soon."

"I'm sure he will."

There was a moment of comfortable silence in which both women watched the field carefully. After a moment she used a finger to flick the daffodil-yellow fringe out of her eyes, and slowly crossed her legs, leaning forward as slightly as she was able.

Two quick passes took place before the Amestrian Left Inner finally ran the ball inside the goal circle. "Look! They've almost scored a goal!"

"I'm watching – I can see," she mumbled in reply, too involved in watching the game to construct a proper response as the young player deftly dodged a few of the opposing members. As he wound up for a kick at the goals, one of the opposing Backs ran in and stole the ball. The crowd let out an "aww" of disappointment, and she slumped back, sending a glance in the way of the timer. A silence fell, and the roar erupted once again. Her eyes darted back to the game in time to see the ball fly into the net, and to hear the buzzer sound to signal a goal.

"Did you see it!? Roy took it back like it was nothing and just booted it right past the Keeper!"

She grinned. "Yes, I saw it, Gracia." Still smiling, she recrossed her legs and pulled her jacket around her as tight as it would go. Only one thing would never change about these games – the fact that they always insisted on playing them on cold and breezy days.

Roy Mustang may have been a soccer player, but he knew where best to lay his priorities. His job may have revolved around being able to boot that ball into some net, but his heart and his life were off the field.

Stepping out of the change-rooms after the game, he gave a grin and a wave to the crowd, whose cheers doubled as he stepped out into the open. He didn't leave them hanging, but neither did he stick around for long. After a few signatures and handshakes, he was off, lugging his kit bag out with him.

There she was, standing as off to the side as she could, waiting with Gracia. She was clutching her jacket around her, and when she saw him walking over, grin plastered over his face, she let the corners of her mouth curl up into a smile. He put an arm around her and pressed a kiss to her temple by way of greeting.

"You ready to go?" she asked, one hand fiddling with the collar of his shirt.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Don't you have something to tell me, first?"

"I sure do," she told him, and her smiled blossomed as she tilted her head up so that he could kiss her properly. When after a moment their lips parted, she looked him directly in the eyes. "It's going to be another girl."

His grin grew wider. "Wonderful."

Thank you again, everyone. I know that this is like me, wanting to continue my stories forever, but I actually had a sequel planned. I got a prologue and the start of a chapter written, and that was it. The rest wouldn't come, because I have ideas for a few key points, but not really for any prolonged storyline, and I was hesitant because sequels usually aren't as good as the original. So, thanks to the wonderful idea of Bizzy, I'm most likely going to make a group of one-shots just showing how their lives progressed after this (because I really wanted to be able to use my prologue . . . for some reason I really like it), so I suppose it's not completely the end. I don't know when I'll start releasing those, but I'll wait until I've written a few more, first. Thank you, everyone.

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