A very, VERY short drabble I had JUST thought of and typed down, my shortest piece to date, spawned mainly from reading excessive amounts of fluff and short pieces to try to calm my hyper self down. My apologies for people who'd been telling me to stop haunting other people's sites and get a move on with my fanfics, my life, and most of all my mock exams revision - this is for you. As per usual, I love reviews, get my drift?
The disclaimer is staring at you right in the face, for legalities sake.
There was a few loud bangs of drawers being slammed shut behind the door leading to the Colonel's office, making Havoc look up from his paperwork piled neatly in his little private area of the big table. There was a minute or so of silence, during which Havoc considered returning to his reports, but then decided that now he had lost his concentration, they once again looked as appealing as the cafeteria's special on Thursday, and busied himself debating if he couldn't have a few moments rest before he got back to them, when the oak door burst open and Roy Mustang rushed out, a blur of blue and gold and trailing large pink ribbons from whatever he was holding.
He skidded to a halt besides Hawkeye's desk. "Fullmetal was in this morning?" Roy managed to gasp out.
Riza spared him and the hot pink thing in his arms (all big bows and flowery wrapping paper clumped together, it was) a slightly skeptical look, before replying, "I take it you read his brother's note? He's still in town. Edward-kun didn't seem very happy, it being Valentine's day and all, and your desk having absolutely no space for his own card, let alone your papers, and you not even there to clear it of all that junk your female acquaintances sent you for him, and for your papers, instead you were down with Stacy from the secretial pool having coffee, and not doing your papers–"
Roy gave a pitiful moan, clutching the bundle of a present for his Valentine in his arms once again, and set off, dashing madly for the door leading out to the corridors of Central Command.
"Aren't you going to stop him?" Havoc asked warily, reaching into his pocket for a smoke.
"One thing I learnt while working under the Colonel," Riza said, returning to face her workspace, "It's one thing to mess with a man's love life when he doesn't care, it's another to mess with it when he's all distressed like," she gestured to the ajar door, Roy's wails already starting to sound distant now, "That."