okay okay, I’m writing this really quick because I’ve got to sleep but here, since you asked ^-^ and I want to make this an actual piece of writing I just… haven’t done it yet >.< and there was actually more but I really need to sleep so here’s what I’ve had time to jot down…
After Roy becomes Fuhrer I imagine he still works hard but he’s seriously guilty of just taking way more lazy days than he probably should. He only convinces Riza to take days off by convincing her that she’s “worked so hard to deserve this” or sometimes the offer to make her breakfast gets her to return to bed to sleep a little longer, and ignore the world for a little bit.
There’s been two days in a row of this, and Riza wakes up to the alarm and decides that enough is enough. Even if he doesn’t go to work she has to. So she begins her routine. She ignores Roy’s pleads for her to return to the bed, be lazy for one more morning. “You should be at work” is how she responds. “I’m Fuhrer” is usually how he replies.
Roy realizes that he’s not going to succeed so he gets out of bed, hoping he can drag Riza back with him. She’s in the middle of getting dressed, putting on her black turtle neck that she’s been wearing for the last 20 years, along with various other long necked clothing. Of course, he still hasn’t entirely woken up and he feels like a bit of a fool standing in the middle of the bedroom watching her put on each article of clothing.
"Riza" He asks, breaking the silence. He gets an uninterested "hmm?" in response but continues to speak anyways. "Why aren’t we married?"
She pulls on one leg of her uniform blue pants as she speaks, her voice not wavering. “We decided it was pushing the fraternization laws too much and an unnecessary formality for our relationship” she recited.
Standing still as Riza moves from the bedroom to the bathroom, Roy eyes her trying to read her blank expression. It’s too early for this he decides as her follows her. He stands in the doorway of the washroom, groggily watching her at the sink.
"Riza" Roy begins again. Another disinterested "hmm?" is the only reply he gets. "Have you ever wanted to get married?"
She doesn’t stop her hands from moving over various cosmetics and soaps a she replies in the same monotone fashion as before. “Most little girl wants to get married at one point or another.” She begins to spread a paste on her lips, barely changing the colour of them.
It takes Roy a moment to consider this, trying to think of a point when he knew Riza that she seemed like she wanted to get married. The memory of her before the War seemed like one forgotten long ago.
Following her to the dinning room where the table has been set for a breakfast fit for a king, there are two plates sitting for them. Riza sits at one and waits for Roy to sit down before eating. Or at least raising her fork. He shakes his head, still standing the doorway, watching her once again.
"Riza" Roy’s grumbley voice interrupts her fork on the way to her mouth.
"Hmm?" Riza replies, waiting for another ridiculous question.
"Will you marry me?"
Riza lowers her fork to her plate and turns her head towards him. The state he was in he couldn’t be serious. With his unshaven face, and baggy pants that were struggling to stay on his waist. The burn scar on his side was still as concerning as ever as he stood shirtless watching her prepare for just another day. What an idiot.
"Is that really how you want to propose to me?" Riza raised her eyebrows at him.
Starting with his cheeks and spreading to all over his face, it spreads until his entire face looks as red as a tomato. “No… no, of course not, I just… I-” Roy leaves the room, almost tripping over his pant legs. “Just you wait, Riza Hawkeye!” she hears him yell before slamming the bedroom door shut.
Riza tries to eat the rest of her meal, one bite at a time but finds it hard to through the huge grin that srpead across her face. He’s annoying at times but also pretty adorable.
Realizing she’s forgotten her jacket in the bedroom from several days ago, she opens the bedroom door without considering what Roy’s plans could be.
"Riza!" he exclaims as he attempts at blocking her from coming in. Behind him are his best non-military suits laid out on the bed ready for examination.
"I need to get my-"
"No, no I’ll get it just wait here" He shut the door on her, but quickly returned with her jacket hanging from one finger. "here, now have a good day at work and tell everybody hi, I might be in tomorrow!"
"by-" the door shuts behind Riza. Annoying, that was a good word for him. She slipped on one sleeve and then the other as she rushed down the stairs. Her boots were waiting near the front door.
Of course he’s going to make a really big deal out of it. Of course he would.
