Okay, I'm sorry we still aren't 'on schedule', but this one is hard to write. I mean, the writing itself didn't take too long, but it took me more than two days just to capture the inspiration and know what I want to write. I've asked for opinions on the song from two people: my brother and one of my best friends in real life, and both are fellow Royai fans though unconsciously. The wedding thing is from my friend. Great thanks for you, Glun, if you ever go to FFN and read this story!
Big thanks to Guest and ssadropout for the kind reviews! Since Guest is an anon and I can't reply to his/her review... I just want to tell Guest that I update (mostly) daily, and thank you! Thanks to TheFirstTree from the comment in the PM, too!
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and Roy and Riza belong to Arakawa-sama.
Themselves (Passion, Loyalty and Strength)
They were often asked, before their marriage but after his inauguration as Fuhrer, what bond lay between them. They would often exchange a look and a smile between each other, and one of them would say, "It's difficult to word," while at the same time, the other would say, "It's simple." They wouldn't bother to relay the extended past they shared or her time serving under his command – even that couldn't explain the whole thing; that was only a minor part. They would never admit to public or even to their close friends their feelings for each other; they would never say it was love, either. It was more of passion, loyalty and strength in each other combined. It was rather interesting how their close friends had expected their marriage but the public, who felt like they knew the Hero of Ishbal and the Hawk's Eye in person, was totally shocked when the announcement was made.
Their wedding was nothing extravagant. They didn't have a wedding ceremony in the church because they didn't believe in God, let alone had a religion. They didn't have an extravagant reception, either; they only invited several close friends and relatives to dinner for a small celebration. The clothes they wore were nothing beautiful or expensive, too: Roy wore his best dress shirt and coat-and-tie, while Riza wore a simple, plain white satin dress. They had originally planned for Roy to wear his dress uniform for the wedding, but their friends were against it, hence the coat-and-tie. These things weren't important, not for them anyway, because they were… themselves. They didn't need those to be happy; all they needed were each other.
They were not an overly romantic couple, not in front of public, at least. Their displays of affection never went more than hugs around the shoulder and kisses on the cheek or forehead in public. They never said corny words or even "I love you" out loud in public, too, because they were… themselves. They never even said those words between themselves, when they were alone. It was clear that public, especially press, wanted to have a good romantic happily-ever-after story for their Fuhrer and First Lady, but they never gave them that. In fact, it actually amused them how they never did. They were too used to non-physical displays of affection: they didn't need words to say "I need you" or voice to declare "I love you". "I need you" and "I love you" weren't even close to describe their bond. Their exchanges of affection were "I will not let you die before me" and "I will always follow you even into Hell", and it was all they needed to know.
Their children, unlike children of the previous leaders of the country, were never publicly famous. People knew their Fuhrer had two children, a boy and a girl, and their names, too, but none of them knew their daily activities or such things that were usually aired over Amestris. Both he and she wanted their children to live in a family of love and humility, instead of extravagance and fame. They both knew their children didn't need it. What was the meaning of fame if you weren't the ones who earned it for yourselves, after all? Their family didn't live in the Fuhrer's majestic mansion, too. He, with her agreement and full support, declined when offered the previous Fuhrer's place of residence, and instead asked the council for a humble home. They built him and his family a non-extravagant, nice and warm-looking big house with three stories, still more than enough for them, but much better than the mansion they were first offered.
They wouldn't say they had a happily-ever-after ending because they knew it wasn't, not yet, anyway. They still had enough problems at hand, with disagreements here and there on the new government in the country. They realized they still should be aware at all times, just in case someone decided to do anything unexpected and unpleasant, such as… they would rather not even think about it. But they always kept themselves on guard, fully knowing that they still had yet to fully change the country, and that it wasn't a happily-ever-after ending, because they were… themselves.
A/n: And that is all. Rather short and drabble-ish but that is it. Review, please?