It was tough being the Fuhrer of Amestris, but it was the only thing Roy ever wanted. He fixed a significant part of his mistakes, yet after all the wars he took part in as the living weapon, harming civilians, he still thought it wasn't enough. Roy Mustang was only the Fuhrer for, what, a year? Yet he already had an adversary, someone older and politically smarter than him. It was you. You were an old-school democrat, or at least pretending to be one despite your own questionable past. You criticized the army and demanded for the military government to be dismantled and elections to be held. Roy kind of thought you were doing the right thing. But could he, after so many years of chasing power to protect those he loved, just surrender it without accomplishing all he could? One day, you received a letter. An invitation to Roy's residence in the Central Headquarters. And when you got there, unarmed but expecting the worst, Roy Mustang just gave you a polite smile and extended his gloved palm for a handshake. "Good evening. I hope the traffic on the way here wasn't a problem."