A/N: I have been writing so much angst over the past few days I wanted to write some Royai fluff. Unfortunately none of my stories needed any (yet) so it ended up in here.
Unspoken Words
For as long as anyone could remember, there had always been rumours concerning Colonel Mustang and his First Lieutenant. They ranged from the twisting of real events to bizarre concoctions that only God's knows how the officer's came up with. But in a way they were all very similar. They all revolved around the many ways that the two had confessed their undying love for each other. The more romantic preferred stories of starlight confessions, secret proposals and rendezvous or even the rumours that they were and always had been married. Other's concluded that it suited them both more if they suddenly confessed in the heat of battle, convinced they would never live until morning. And some even swore that the two had their own personal code between each other, and confessed their love daily, hidden within subtle military conversations.
The truth however was far different from this. Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye had never confessed their love to each other, but not because the feelings were not there. It was simply because they didn't need to. A simple glance at the other, a movement here or there and the tone of the other's voice was enough for them. They didn't need words to crystallise their feelings because words were not strong enough to express them. They lived, loved and would die for each other. And they knew that the feelings were returned.
A/N: please review.