Well yes it's short... It's really more of a prologue than anything. Got this idea in the shower and typed it up straight away... impulsive story!

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Roy Mustang woke with a start, and was suddenly aware of the very very very acute pain in his head. Groaning, he rolled over to face the door and stretched out a hand to silence his alarm clock.

His left hand.

Blinking hazily, he tried to focus and gave up, assuming it was a trick of the light. He turned again and spotted a head of yellow-blonde hair beside him in bed. Frowning, he looked between the woman, who was facing away from him, and his hand.

His heart thudded once, and he gasped.

"Riza..." he whispered, and grimaced. "We got married while drunk? How awful."

Quietly, so as not to disturb her, he approached his coat and felt for the velvet box that had been there since May. It was still there.

"I didn't even give her the ring..." He pouted, and glanced up as there was a knock at the door. Smirking lazily, he dressed himself in a bathrobe and approached the door with no small amount of self-satisfied swagger.

Opening it, he paused at the familiar face and promptly felt the horror render him motionless.

Riza Hawkeye eyed him suspiciously as he slowly turned and, unable to stop himself, approached the bedroom and stared down at the young woman sat upright in his bed.

Wide green eyes turned to his and she held her left hand before her as though it was alien to her. "Wh... Where am I?" Her soft voice whimpered, and Roy shook his head, unable to speak.

Behind him, he heard Riza approach and click her tongue softly in disapproval. "Sir, you should really refrain from taking advantage of..." She trailed of as her sniper eyes noticed the band. "... Married women..." And upon seeing his own wedding band, and pleading expression she closed her mouth and kept it closed.

What have I done?

Roy closed his eyes.