Author's Note: Decided after looking at my stats for 'Left' to turn this into a drabble book, so this is now my Royai drabble collection. This one is for Christmas, duh. Forgive me, haven't written them in a while. Meant to be cute, so fuck the here and there OOC. Oh, and too flipping bad FMA doesn't have holidays. In this fic, they do.
Roy wore a stupid grin when he knocked on his 1st Lieutenant's door. It was borderline pleased, yet with the faintest hints of self-satisfaction. In other words, a typical Roy smile. There was some bustling behind the door and Hayate's familiar barks started up. Small paws scampered across the floor until there was a small 'bam' where the pup crashed into the door. This was followed by quick unlocking and Riza's head popped out.
"Colonel?" She looked up at him in surprise as if his visit was the last thing she had expected. None the less, she allowed him into her almost too-clean room. Behind him, she shut the door again.
Something tugged on his foot and Roy looked down to see Hayate nudging him for a pet. Chuckling, he kneeled down and scratched the dog, before it padded back over to Riza's side.
"Is there something wrong Colonel?"
"Nope, not at all." Roy stood straight again and looked down at her. This was the part of the conversation where they both stood, waiting for the other to say something. It was Roy that eventually took the honors.
From behind him, he pulled out a torn and shredded up, dead looking leaf thing. He held it up and grinned.
"Mistletoe Hawkeye! You know what happens when two people are caught under mistletoe right?"
"They kiss. But that's if, and only if what they're standing under is mistletoe. That's parsley."
Roy looked up at the dangling wilted vegetable and frowned. Havoc was an asshole. He'd get a mouthful for this stunt. Tossing it into a trashcan about two feet away, he started back to the door. He would at least attempt to leave with half of his dignity in tact.
Passing Riza, he heard her mutter, "Idiot," as he could have guessed she would. What surprised him was what he would have never expected out of her.
She leaned up and placed a small, dry kiss on his cheek for a tenth of a millisecond. Looking at her with a mostly dropped jaw, she merely pointed at the door and lowered her voice.
"The troupe of yours is waiting about five feet from my door. Figured I couldn't let you go back there without looking like a partial man."