note: I'm alive.
note2: Gosh, I wrote this a long time ago. It's so short, too.
note3: Warning: Short, plotless drabble with a little fluff
note4: I have one more Royai and two unfinished NaLu coming up.
disclaimer: I have a lot of books, games and manga but no rights to FMA.

Music was a trifling thing, most especially in the military. The officers in blue had more than enough things on their mind—in his case, paperwork, more paperwork, sometimes the thought of Ishval passing through for a brief moment during the idle times—that most of them have forgotten the essence of tunes and notes floating in the air. He couldn't even remember the last time he turned on his radio just to listen to melodious pieces—not some vital announcement broadcasted to the army and its alchemists in times of emergency.

So Colonel Roy Mustang's usually bored face lifted from his impossible mountains of damnable paperwork when he heard a sweet, sweet tune flit around him. And he knew it wasn't from a nearby radio or from his men mocking a classical piece (well, that was mostly Havoc than any of his other men) because this voice was distinctly female and there was only one woman in the room. His eyes almost widened immediately after. His lieutenant was humming. The normally stoic Riza Hawkeye was softly singing with closed lips, seemingly unaffected by her surroundings as she scrawled through her quickly decreasing amount of papers. It was a sight he never thought he'll see.

The sound was so unlike slurred songs—indistinguishably human—sang on drunken nights, bottles of beer at hand. It wouldn't ever compare to the carelessly sung ballads around the campfire that barely illuminated all of their grim faces, the deserts of Ishval harshly cold at night against their scratched skins. No, it reminded him of simpler, happy times, back when he was still the apprentice of Master Hawkeye. It was the lullaby she once sang to him in one of his hazy, feverish states, but he still remembered it clear as day, like his mind trapped the melody even after all the rough, terrible years. It brought back memories of innocence and ignorance and childish aspirations, all the things he lost upon growing up and being hardened in the military.

His eyes closed and he couldn't help but savor the tune, humming lowly in sync with her.

note: Awww, some cute fluff for you guys!
note2: Thoughts?