A/N: Last chapter! The last scene of this is what inspired this whole story, pretty much everything else was set up. (although I still love the rest of this story). I don't own FMA.

Fuhrer Roy Mustang looked over the crowd. All of Central had turned out to see his ceremony.

His team stood on either side of him. He had made sure that they were all transferred to the Fuhrer's office with him. Riza stood in front.

All his friends had come from around Amnestra to see him made Fuhrer. The Elric brothers had been called in from their travels. Even General Olivier Armstrong was convinced to come down from Briggs.

He had labored hard over his speech. About how the country had come out of challenges as one, and how it could only survive as one. Each sentence was dripping with anti-Five language. He was grateful that with every word, the crowd seemed to explode into cheers.

Everything was going perfectly and as planned. That is, until a member of the Five reached the head of the crowd and pulled a gun on him.

The military officers jumped into action. The Five it seemed, did not have a very good strategy, with no escape route and no back up. The man responsible was arrested quickly, but it wasn't until he fell down that Roy realized he had been shot in the stomach.

"Roy!" He heard a frightened scream from above him. Was that Riza? Yes, there she was, crouching over them. Thankfully two of the friends he invited had been Doctors Knox and Marcoh. They started trama care immediately, as someone called for an ambulance. "Roy, it's going to be okay. I promise! It's going to be okay!"

He looked up into her eyes. He was surprised to see her tearing up. He gave her half a smile and whispered, "I…love…you." And then the world went black.

Riza woke up to a soft tapping on her shoulder. She opened her eyes and saw Mustang looking at her rather impatiently. "Fuhrer," she said, and she nearly fell out of her chair. She hadn't realized she had fallen asleep. Then, she really woke up. "Fuhrer! You're awake! You're—you're okay!"

"Well, I wouldn't go that far." He said as he touched his bandage and winced at the pain.

"Stop it." She said, but her voice was kind, "You'll make it worse."

He shrugged. "I'm Fuhrer now. You can't tell me what to do."

She raised an eyebrow at him and they both laughed. He sighed as his smile faded. "How long have I been out?"

She shrugged this time. "About two days."

He half-frowned. "Two days. I've been looking forward to being Fuhrer for my whole life, and I was out cold for the first two days."

"We could have the ceremony again." She suggested, "drag everyone back from their positions, make a few speeches, throw a big party…"

"Hmm, a party sounds nice." She laughed again.

"Havoc's already planning one. As soon as your released from the hospital. But, don't tell him I told you. He wants it to be a surprise."

He nodded and smiled at her. "A party. That will be great."

Silence filled the room once again. Riza looked down at her hands, but she didn't really see them. She knew Roy was staring intensely at her. "Fuhrer, I—"

"What happened to calling me Roy?" He interrupted her.

"What?"

"Right before I fainted, you called me Roy. I liked it."

She bit her lip. "Okay, Roy, I—I just wanted to say—yes."

He frowned at her, confused. "Yes what?"

She closed her eyes. She could never say this if she was looking at him. "When I saw you there—I've seen you close to death before, but—I just kept thinking I couldn't—" She shook her head, "Let me start over. Yes, I will go on a date with you. To—to the party or anywhere else." She opened her eyes slowly.

Roy was smiling at her. It wasn't his usual broad grin, but something kind and caring.

"It's just—I realized that if—if something had happened—if something went wrong—I would feel so guilty that I never—we never—" She put her head in her hands. She never cried in front of people, but she couldn't help it.

"Shh," Roy pulled her arms away from her face. "Hey, don't cry, please."

She bit her lip to stop herself. "So, it's a date?" She smiled weakly.

He smiled at her. Then, without a moments notice, he released her hands and lay back on his bed. "Nope. Sorry."

She stared at him incredulously. "N-no? But you've been asking me for—for two years now!"

"I know," he said staring up at the ceiling. "But now the offer's been expired. You'll have to do better."

Her look of shock began fading. He was up to something. "Oh?" she asked, playing along. She was more than a little angry that he was playing games while she was an emotional wreck. "And what, pray tell, is better?"

His smile widened and he turned to lock eyes with her. "Marry me, Riza."

She couldn't help but smile. Then she really did start crying, but he pulled her by her chin into a deep kiss.

Roy smiled as he held her close. "It's good to be the Fuhrer."