Roy walked into his office late and mad. Mad because he was late, late because of all the girls that had stopped him. Usually The Flame would not have minded the attention but not today. Today was Valentine's Day. A waste of a day. Why must you have a special day to say you love someone? The Flame would have rather have had the words told to him and the gifts given to him on an uneventful boring day.

Valentine's day took the romance out of a thoughtful gift. Why? Because you were expected to give someone something. Not because you truly love that person, but because on this day, February 14th everyone else did it so you were expected to do it back.

Roy stared at the mess of flowers, and chocolates, and cards on his desk and grumbled. With one sweeping motion he pushed all of the clutter into his trash can. The raven haired man sat at his desk and took a deep cleansing breath. He had at least sixhours alone with the paper he had to sign, seven if he skipped lunch. And with the way that this morning went he was tempted too.

In his silence Roy over heard Havco whining about how he had found a valentine that he had given a girl in the garbage. He smiled to himself. At least he wasn't the only one having a bad day. Though he should've felt sorry for Havco guilty for being happy about it, Roy had to admit Havco's sorrow felt a little better. 'It wouldn't have felt so bad on any other day,' he thought himself.

Riza Hawkeye walked in carrying a stack of paper work wearing the same emotionless expression. The blonde noticed the garbage full of valentines. Roy thought he saw something flash through her eyes but it was gone before he could be sure. Hawkeye placed the papers on the desk and turned to leave.

"Do you hate this day as much as I do?" The flame asked no one in particular.

Hawkeye looked over her shoulder, "I'm sorry sir?" Roy just shook his head dismissing her from the room.

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An hour had passed and Roy had only managed to get through three of the two hundred some odd papers on her desk. He sat twiddling the pen between his fingers. He let out a heavy sigh. The Flame grumbled when the pen fell from his fingers onto the ground. He leaned down to pick it up when he noticed something particular.

He forgot about the pen and reached into the garbage grabbing a card. Roy sat straight and read it once…twice…three times before a smile crept on to his face. He placed the card onto the corner of his desk and tried hard to remove the smile from his face.

"Hawkeye!" he called. He grew restless when she didn't instantly come. Hawkeye came in.

"Sir!" she asked.

"Yes I want you to get me the report on the M-67 incident."

She saluted, "Yes sir" she turned to walk away.

"I didn't dismiss you Hawkeye." She looked back at the colonel and raised an eyebrow. "Happy valentine's day and yes."

It was then that she noticed her card on his desk. She didn't think he would have found it in the mess collected on his desk. Red rose to her cheeks and a small smile crept onto her face. "Thank you sir." By the time she walked out of the room her face was beat red. No one bothered to ask.

Roy picked up his card and read it once more.

"Will you be my Valentine? Love Riza Hawkeye."