Summary: Contrary to popular belief, the military was organised. Just not in the way in which anybody would expect it to be.

Pairings: Hinted RoyxRiza.

Dedication: MoonStarDuchess, the first review of my RoyxRiza which was written so long ago. Thank you for your amazingly kind words! You really cheered me up with your review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.


Queen

It was hard to find the glamour there. It could take weeks, it could take years. In their job, that was. Riza looked up at the dismal sky, which was showing signs it was ready to release a downpour of merciless rain upon both her and the Colonel. She frowned.

Walking down the road, the Colonel finally stopped outside the shop she assumed was where he had bought the troublesome item to begin with. The chess board. Not to mention the many, many, many pieces which came with it. In particular, the Queen.

Indicating to her that it was indeed the shop, she changed her path and followed him back down the road as the sky began to rumble. However, she still did not feel inclined to follow him into the shop. As he walked inside the building, she waited outside. As if on cue, that was the exact moment the rain began. Just like she had predicted.

The rain soaked through her standard issue blue hessin uniform, seeping through the plain black shirt she wore underneath and through the thin material it was made of until she could feel it soaking her pale skin. She shived, but did not bother her. Not in the slightest. Or so she told herself, at that moment in time. The rain was nothing. Insignificant. Annoying.

She heard the bell of the door ring, indicating that somebody had just walked out of the shop. She did not pay much attention to this fact however, just absorbing her surroundings. Letting the rain fall, plastering her blonde hair to her cheekbones and the cold wind that blew harshly flush her cheeks from pink to red so they did not entirely fit her complexion. But that did not matter. Not to Colonel Mustang. Not to Mustang. Not to Roy.

"Hawkeye? Are you ok?" He asked softly. She was now smiling like a maniac, looking up at the sky brightly although rain was soaking her body. She wanted a chess set. Looking at him with a small grin in return, she turned upon her tail back into the shop, leaving him befuddled outside.

Moments later, she re-emerged from the place with the chess board under her arms once more. The rain continued to pour down, but he just smiled too in return to hers. She had just realised what he meant. In French, the Dame was the Queen.

"Roi, you are useless in the rain." She told him, half laughing and half her usual stoic self who kept him in line. He had a feeling rather than doing paperwork today, they would be playing a few games of chess. That would make a nice difference. The Queen needed some entertainment every now and then. All Queens did.

If he had listened correctly however, he may have just noticed her playful fake French accent. He might of noticed that she did not adress him as Roy, but instead Roi. The King in a game of chess. Not just any King, though. She grinned as the rain began to clear up. Yes, it was hard to find the glamour there. It could take weeks, it could take years. But at least she had him by her side. Her Roy. Her Roi.

Her King.


So this was kind of fluffy, but I could not help but continue on from the last chapter slightly. Or use the line from the anime. Useless in the rain. I just love it. Although it was kind of out of character, I could just not help entertaining the idea. All reviews were very much appriciated, as you will see in later chapters. So reviews again, anyone? They make me happy, and I thank those who do so.