A/N: This spawned completely out of nowhere. :] Just a little something or other about Roy and Riza. He's got something planned. But She doesnt know what it is :D
This is going to switch back and forth from Roy/Riza's point of view. Except for the beginning.
And. I know Riza's very... tough exterior-doesnt-let-things-get-to-her kind of stuff. Well. Not here. You'll see when you read.
Please no flames :] I like criticism, but if youre just here to be like 'rwarwrIHATETHIS' well, I hate you and you're lame for wasting your time ^-^. R&R 3
Ch. 1
Another day at the office. Not that she expected anything to be done. Colonel Mustang was one of the biggest slackers she knew. A sigh escaped her lips as she grasped the bronze doorknob, turning it to push the door open. Sure enough, there he sat, pen sitting on the desk beside his boots as he propped his legs up on the table, reclining his chair back to stare at the ceiling.
"Really, Sir, I wish you could get something done without my having to tell you." Riza said, annoyed. She set her things down in the chair behind her desk, shrugging off her jacket.
Mustang straightened up, putting his feet on the floor. "I'm glad you're here." He grinned, going over to her, arms behind his back. "You know what today is, right?"
Riza gave him a flat look. He was goofing off again, and once more she'd have to stay after hours to complete all of the unfinished work. He couldn't even sign his own damn signature…
"Riza?" His voice snapped her back to reality. Dark eyes met amber as she tilted her head to look up at him.
When did he get so close… Her breath hitched as she inhaled his spicy scent.
"Don't tell me you forgot your own birthday?" His bemused expression faded into utter amusement.
"O-Oh!" Riza's cheeks became hot, "I didn't forget. There is a lot to get done, Sir, and I—"
"I want you to go out with me tonight. Rather… let me take you out." Roy took out a neatly wrapped box out from behind his bank, placing it on her desk. "I need to get something from Records." The corner of his mouth turned upward in a grin as he walked away, leaving Riza to gape after him.
Roy's P.O.V.
I didn't see her lift her jaw off the floor before I left. A low laugh slipped from me as I strolled down the hall, hands in my pockets. This was one birthday Hawkeye was never going to forget. I went to reception, leaning against the counter, resting my chin on one gloved hand.
"How can I help you, Colonel Mustang?" The tiny brunette smiled up at me.
"I want to make plans for a carriage to be here at exactly nine tonight. Do you think you can arrange that for me?"
My mind was racing with thoughts. The ride, flowers. Wait, did Hawkeye even like flowers? She's not your typical woman after all. That's besides the point, she was going to get them regardless.
"I think I can have that set up." She got on the phone with one of the companies around town, chatting away for a few minutes before saying goodbye and hanging up. "All set, Sir. A driver will be here at nine o'clock this evening. May I ask something?"
I nodded, jotting down different ideas on a piece of paper.
"Does Lieutenant Hawkeye know what's going on or is this a surprise?"
I froze. Nobody was supposed to suspect anything. Ugh, how dense can I be? Women know all about this stuff!
"Ah… this isn't for…"
"Yes, Sir. Of course it isn't." she smiled, turning away. I picked up my slip of paper, pocketing it, tucking it underneath the Alchemy watch so it didn't fall out. Turning, I heard one last piece of advice from the young girl, talking as if she was musing to herself.
"I overheard her talking about carnations. They're her favorite."
Riza's P.O.V.
I stared at the package like it was an alien life form. The Colonel had never gotten me anything before. Especially something so large. What could it have been? I reached out, picking it up gently, testing the weight. It was light. But how can something so apparently sizeable be so weightless?
Footsteps echoed down the hallway. Colonel Mustang was coming back. I carefully slipped the package underneath my belongings and sat down, pretending like I had been working the whole time. I couldn't let him know how frazzled I had become. This was so unlike him. What was he planning, I wondered. The door swung open and Mustang strolled in with nothing under his arm. I thought he had gone to Records. My amber eyes narrowed on him. What is he planning?
Roy sat at his desk, tugging at some of the papers stacked up on the left side of his desk. He gave them a quick look-over before signing them and laying them to his right. He was working now? What on earth is going on?
"Say, Hawkeye. I need everything to get done by nine tonight. Alright?" He glanced over at me, catching my gaze. Once again, I couldn't look away from him. I nodded dumbly and he smiled that crooked grin at me. "Excellent."