[FMA Fic] One Last Advice
Title: One Last Advice
Author: bay115
Series: Manga/Brotherhood
Word Count: 896
Rating: G
Characters: Roy/Riza, Grumman
Summary: Roy gets one last career advice from Grumman.
Warnings: Post series, several years down the line.
Notes: For fma_fic_contest's Prompt 165, Career Advice. It won second place! :D I originally want to write something with Ed for this prompt, but then Roy comes in and gave me this idea, lol. Next time, Ed. Thanks to lalikaa for the great betaing!
(Will edit the post when I get the banner, lol)
Roy was standing in front of the mirror in his bedroom combing his hair, pulling it into a much neater style. Riza stood next to him, watching him in silence.
“How much longer until I have to be at Central Headquarters?”
“You’re not due there for another hour, Sir.”
Roy made a sound of acknowledgement and smiled. Today was his inauguration as Fuhrer and he was very excited about it--after many years of trying to rise to the top he had finally made it. When Grumman told Roy five months ago he was going to step down and have him take his place, he had been stunned. He’d assumed the old man would wait at least two or three more years before retiring, but that wasn’t the case. Nonetheless, he’d accepted Grumman’s offer.
Once he finished combing his hair, Roy spread out his arms so that Riza could put his coat on him. He took a moment to look at himself in the mirror one last time before turning to catch a small smile crossing Riza’s features.
“I take it you approve of this look, First Lady?” Roy asked, cracking a grin.
“I do, yes,” Riza said as she approached Roy and put her arms around his neck. “But never call me First Lady again.”
Roy snorted. Not long after he'd found out about becoming Fuhrer, he proposed to Riza. He was very nervous, but relief had washed over him when her response was a passionate kiss. Even though he had reached his goal, she would still work alongside him-in military uniform, of course- in making Amestris a better place for everyone. No wedding date had been set yet, but Roy hoped one would be decided on fairly soon.
“I’ll remember that, then.”
They shared a brief kiss. Suddenly the doorbell rang, causing Roy to raise an eyebrow.
“Who could be visiting this early?”
Roy rushed out of the bedroom, Riza following behind, and headed straight to the door. He opened it and was greeted with the sight of -
“Fuhrer Grumman? What are you doing here?” From the corner of his eye, Roy saw that Riza was just as surprised as he was.
“I know you didn’t expect to see me until the inauguration, but I want to drop by here for a minute. May I come in?”
Still flabbergasted, it took a moment for Roy to gather his thoughts. “Oh, yes, of course.” He motioned his hand for Grumman to enter before closing the door.
All three moved into the living room and sat down on the couch, Roy and Riza next to each other while Grumman a little further from them. Grumman spoke first.
"Are you nervous about stepping into my shoes, Mustang?"
Roy chuckled. "A little. You've done a lot as Fuhrer." He indeed believed Grumman did many great things for Amestris and worried he wouldn't be able to match up.
"I'm certain you’ll do just fine," Grumman said, smiling.
Roy’s face softened. A long silence stretched out between the two, which left the soon-to-be Fuhrer wondering what Grumman was thinking. He sensed there was something important the former Fuhrer wanted to say to him.
“Mustang, there is a reason for my visit. For a long time I taught you what I know about the military. Now that I’ll be retiring, I want to give you one last career advice.”
A sad smile tugged onto the corners of Roy’s mouth. He was going to miss Grumman’s pointers on how to stay ahead in the military. It made him glad he’d had him as his mentor.
“All right, I’m listening.”
Grumman remained quiet at first, but then he beamed. “No matter how busy you are as Fuhrer, always spend time with your loved ones.”
Roy wasn’t exactly expecting him to say that. He laughed and shook his head, thinking that Grumman’s piece of advice was cliché, but still important. This was the best advice Grumman had ever given him.
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” he reassured. Roy took Riza’s hand before gazing at her, a content expression on her face.
“Glad to hear,” Grumman said with a short laugh. “I trust you to make my granddaughter happy!”
“He has for many years, already,” Riza said, pressing her lips on Roy’s cheek.
Grumman smiled. “Well, I better go, then. I’ll see the both of you at the inauguration.” He pulled himself up, Roy and Riza dong the same. “I wish you luck, my boy.”
“Thank you,” Roy said in gratitude, not only for the well wishes but also for everything he had done for him.
Both men shook hands and Grumman waved goodbye to the military officers before leaving the house. Roy stared at the door for a while, letting Grumman’s short visit sink in. Again, thoughts of what the elderly man had left behind from his effective leadership came back to him.
“Your grandfather is a great man,” he finally said.
Riza gave a single nod and offered him a slight smile. “He is, yes.” A pause, and then she said, “We should be going, ourselves.”
Without hesitation Roy gripped Riza’s hand for the second time and they left the house together. There were still some doubts in Roy’s mind whether he would make a great Fuhrer, only to remind himself he had others like Riza and Grumman to support him throughout.
This entry was originally posted at http://bay-alexison.dreamwidth.org/81133.html. Feel free to comment wherever you like!
Author: bay115
Series: Manga/Brotherhood
Word Count: 896
Rating: G
Characters: Roy/Riza, Grumman
Summary: Roy gets one last career advice from Grumman.
Warnings: Post series, several years down the line.
Notes: For fma_fic_contest's Prompt 165, Career Advice. It won second place! :D I originally want to write something with Ed for this prompt, but then Roy comes in and gave me this idea, lol. Next time, Ed. Thanks to lalikaa for the great betaing!
(Will edit the post when I get the banner, lol)
Roy was standing in front of the mirror in his bedroom combing his hair, pulling it into a much neater style. Riza stood next to him, watching him in silence.
“How much longer until I have to be at Central Headquarters?”
“You’re not due there for another hour, Sir.”
Roy made a sound of acknowledgement and smiled. Today was his inauguration as Fuhrer and he was very excited about it--after many years of trying to rise to the top he had finally made it. When Grumman told Roy five months ago he was going to step down and have him take his place, he had been stunned. He’d assumed the old man would wait at least two or three more years before retiring, but that wasn’t the case. Nonetheless, he’d accepted Grumman’s offer.
Once he finished combing his hair, Roy spread out his arms so that Riza could put his coat on him. He took a moment to look at himself in the mirror one last time before turning to catch a small smile crossing Riza’s features.
“I take it you approve of this look, First Lady?” Roy asked, cracking a grin.
“I do, yes,” Riza said as she approached Roy and put her arms around his neck. “But never call me First Lady again.”
Roy snorted. Not long after he'd found out about becoming Fuhrer, he proposed to Riza. He was very nervous, but relief had washed over him when her response was a passionate kiss. Even though he had reached his goal, she would still work alongside him-in military uniform, of course- in making Amestris a better place for everyone. No wedding date had been set yet, but Roy hoped one would be decided on fairly soon.
“I’ll remember that, then.”
They shared a brief kiss. Suddenly the doorbell rang, causing Roy to raise an eyebrow.
“Who could be visiting this early?”
Roy rushed out of the bedroom, Riza following behind, and headed straight to the door. He opened it and was greeted with the sight of -
“Fuhrer Grumman? What are you doing here?” From the corner of his eye, Roy saw that Riza was just as surprised as he was.
“I know you didn’t expect to see me until the inauguration, but I want to drop by here for a minute. May I come in?”
Still flabbergasted, it took a moment for Roy to gather his thoughts. “Oh, yes, of course.” He motioned his hand for Grumman to enter before closing the door.
All three moved into the living room and sat down on the couch, Roy and Riza next to each other while Grumman a little further from them. Grumman spoke first.
"Are you nervous about stepping into my shoes, Mustang?"
Roy chuckled. "A little. You've done a lot as Fuhrer." He indeed believed Grumman did many great things for Amestris and worried he wouldn't be able to match up.
"I'm certain you’ll do just fine," Grumman said, smiling.
Roy’s face softened. A long silence stretched out between the two, which left the soon-to-be Fuhrer wondering what Grumman was thinking. He sensed there was something important the former Fuhrer wanted to say to him.
“Mustang, there is a reason for my visit. For a long time I taught you what I know about the military. Now that I’ll be retiring, I want to give you one last career advice.”
A sad smile tugged onto the corners of Roy’s mouth. He was going to miss Grumman’s pointers on how to stay ahead in the military. It made him glad he’d had him as his mentor.
“All right, I’m listening.”
Grumman remained quiet at first, but then he beamed. “No matter how busy you are as Fuhrer, always spend time with your loved ones.”
Roy wasn’t exactly expecting him to say that. He laughed and shook his head, thinking that Grumman’s piece of advice was cliché, but still important. This was the best advice Grumman had ever given him.
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” he reassured. Roy took Riza’s hand before gazing at her, a content expression on her face.
“Glad to hear,” Grumman said with a short laugh. “I trust you to make my granddaughter happy!”
“He has for many years, already,” Riza said, pressing her lips on Roy’s cheek.
Grumman smiled. “Well, I better go, then. I’ll see the both of you at the inauguration.” He pulled himself up, Roy and Riza dong the same. “I wish you luck, my boy.”
“Thank you,” Roy said in gratitude, not only for the well wishes but also for everything he had done for him.
Both men shook hands and Grumman waved goodbye to the military officers before leaving the house. Roy stared at the door for a while, letting Grumman’s short visit sink in. Again, thoughts of what the elderly man had left behind from his effective leadership came back to him.
“Your grandfather is a great man,” he finally said.
Riza gave a single nod and offered him a slight smile. “He is, yes.” A pause, and then she said, “We should be going, ourselves.”
Without hesitation Roy gripped Riza’s hand for the second time and they left the house together. There were still some doubts in Roy’s mind whether he would make a great Fuhrer, only to remind himself he had others like Riza and Grumman to support him throughout.
This entry was originally posted at http://bay-alexison.dreamwidth.org/81133.html. Feel free to comment wherever you like!