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18 January 2006 @ 12:53 pm
[crackfic] The Fuhrer and Miniskirts - Roy-centric (or is it?)  
Full and total blame for this goes to my boyfriend Paul. He bunnied me during a conversation we were having while I was working on his Fuhrer Bradley costume. But he didn't know it then.

Title: The Fuhrer and Miniskirts
Rating: G
Spoilers: End of series
Warnings: Crack, miniskirts, and more crack
Disclaimer: FMA is so not mine, but that doesn't mean I can't play with it!



Roy Mustang stood in his office looking out the window. There was a great crowd assembled in the main square of Central Headquarters. Today was the inauguration day of the new Fuhrer.

It had been a long fight, but successful in the end, with the former Fuhrer, a homunculus, long dead. He himself had killed him. It was with the help of his loyal subordinates, most notably, Riza Hawkeye.

But where was she now? He hadn’t seen her all day. It was nearing 2 o’ clock, the planned start of the ceremony.

There was a knock on the door. “Come in,” he said, turning from the window.

In stepped Alphonse. He was in his human body. “It’s almost time for the inauguration to start, sir,” he said timidly.

“Thank you, Alphonse.” He followed Al out the door and to the main entrance. He took his seat on the dais with assorted generals and other officers of note. Still no sign of Hawkeye.

General Grumman stepped to the podium. The crowd quieted on its own. “Ladies and Gentlemen of Amestris! It is with great honor that I present to you the new Fuhrer!” He gestured behind him, toward the great, wooden, double doors at the top of the stairs. Alphonse and Havoc appeared to open them.

Mustang stared at who it was. They certainly didn’t look as he was used. The crowd burst into a fit of applause and cheers that had even sent chills up his spine. He could only imagine how it felt for the Fuhrer-elect.

As the new Fuhrer made their way to the podium, Havoc again appeared with an old, worn volume that Roy recognized as a copy of the laws and statutes governing Amestris. The Fuhrer-elect placed their right hand on it and raised their left.

“Please repeat after me,” General Grumman said. They nodded.

“I, Riza Hawkeye, do swear to uphold the laws that govern this country, and I will do my best to protect her from all that will threaten her.” She said.

The crowd swelled to an uproar.

That’s when it hit him. Roy realized there was something different about the formal uniform Hawkeye was wearing. It was a miniskirt.



XDD
 
 
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Ami: Shake it bi-yatch. (Made by corinn )threeonetwo on January 18th, 2006 10:53 pm (UTC)
Heheheh, amusing. xD