Title: Answer
Pairing: Hughes/Roy, mentions of Hughes/Gracia
Rating: PG(-13)
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Shounen-ai.
Word count: 330
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to Hiromu Arakawa.
Author's Notes: Un-beta'ed. Short flash fic that I wrote in about 15 minutes.



Hughes looked up at Roy, who was wearing a big, fake smile on his face and swirling the alcohol in his cup. "Don't say that," he growled.

"What's wrong with it?" Roy asked, laughing bitterly. "You're married now. You're married, and you're happy. You've found your beautiful future. I'm just congratulating you for that."

"Don't say what you don't mean," Hughes said, his tone still gruffy. At once, Roy sobered, and the room was quiet.

"I love her," Hughes said suddenly, breaking the silence with his words, and the clink of glass on the table.

"I already know that," Roy responded. But even though he did, Roy had been hoping that it wasn't true. That Hughes didn't love her, and that it was still possible for him to be part of Hughes's beautiful future.

"What would you say if I told you that I love you as well?"

"You don't."

"What if I do?"

Roy paused for a long while before replying, "Do you?"

"I don't know," Hughes muttered, shrugging non-committally. And Roy lost all rational thoughts and threw himself at Hughes, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him hard.

"You either do or you don't! Stop playing with me. Just tell me the truth!" he yelled, his voice dripping with rage. He leant forward and smashed his lips on top of Hughes, in a desperate attempt to seek an answer, to find comfort and solace. But there was nothing but loneliness and coldness in that kiss, and Roy almost broken down, almost cried. He pulled away, flinching.

"Well, if you really want me to tell you -- I don't," Hughes said steadily, looking Roy in the eye without fear. "There you go. Satisfied?"

Roy wanted to say, of course he wasn't satisfied. He longed for so much more than that, yearned for a positive answer, not a negative one. But he surrendered and nodded limply.

"Congratulations," he repeated again, his voice hoarse and tired. This time, Hughes did not reprimand him.

The End