The Promised Day.
10 years ago, the souls of almost all Amestrans were forced from their bodies, reducing each and every one of them to lifeless dolls.
Through the intervention of several people, though, the nation was saved, and the malevolent force that caused the event was defeated.
Peace has finally come to the once wartorn country.
Under the command of the former Führer, Grumman, the country has began making peace with its neighbors, hoping to create a new name for the industrial and alchemic powerhouse that was once one of the most volatile nations on the continent.
Today, however, is a very special day.
Today is the inauguration of a new leader, Führer Roy Mustang.
Not that Wil particularly cared to be in Central for the event. He would much rather be in the countryside. He'd been granted his leave weeks before, and was on the way to meet with his mentor, hoping to enjoy a cup of tea with the man. His assistant was nowhere to be seen, having decided to stay back in Central in order to keep up with HIS paperwork and alchemy notes for his upcoming assessment report. He knocked on the nondescript home of his teacher and waited.
Nobody had approached him. Even though he had odd looks, nobody dared to bother an officer of the military on an important day of work. That was how Wil wanted it. It probably also helped that the inauguration was going on, but he hadn't thought of that at the time.