A/N: This is actually a sequel to another work of mine called 'Anniversary'. You don't have to read it to understand this but a bunch of people wanted to know what happened next, so here you go!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot!

It was that time of year again.

All of Mustang's subordinates watched in awe as he dutifully did his paperwork. Not a single complaint, not a single break, just his pen working away at the papers for the past four hours. Usually by this time of the day he would be doing anything but his paperwork. It never ceased to amaze them every year. It had become a bit of a tradition. That one day in mid-August that Roy Mustang actually did his paperwork without complaint, the very next day slipping back into his old routines.

There had been long discussions amongst the gang, theorizing on this yearly phenomenon and what was so special about this specific day. Falman had suggested that perhaps he had a special meeting to attend on this day every year so he needed to finish everything as early as possible so he could leave, but that idea was shot down due to the fact that he seemed to spend the same amount of time if not longer on this day doing his paperwork. Fuery thought he wanted to show Hawkeye that he had the potential to work hard but simply chose not to, but they all agreed that would probably make her angrier rather than more compassionate. Breda contributed the idea that his body was taken over by an outside force that actually liked to do paperwork; this was rejected immediately for obvious reasons. Havoc, with no ideas of his own suggested that perhaps they should ask Hawkeye, she never seemed confused by his actions every year. She always seemed rather happy, well the colonel was actually was actually doing his work, of course she would be happy on these days, but there was something else...

"Hawkeye?" Havoc walked over to her.

"Yes lieutenant?" She didn't even glance up from the paper she was reading.

"Did you ever notice that on this day every year the boss actually does his paperwork, don't you find that unusual?"

"Why should I find it unusual if he's doing what he's supposed to be doing?"

"Oh come on, you know he is always procrastinating. Something has got to be up."

That's when he saw it, the faintest hint of a smirk crawl onto her face. He almost thought he had imagined it, as it disappeared almost as quickly as it appeared. She knew something, he was sure of it.

"I'd suggest you just be happy he's actually being productive and let it go Havoc."

Roy stared at the papers in front of him, examining each one as if they contained all the secrets of the universe and he didn't want to miss a single detail. It was that time of year again, the anniversary of when he and Riza first met.

He was almost certain she was joking when she told him that she sneaked an invitation for casual sex into his paperwork on this day each year, he just never found it. There was absolutely no way she would do that, or so he thought. A year passed and that fateful day came around and he was curious, extremely curious. For the first time in his entire military career he sat down and did all his paperwork, from start to finish.

He found nothing.

Now he could rest in peace, it was just a joke, Hawkeye would never actually do that, it was stupid to even think that she would! That was until the very next day, she spoke to him as he was leaving the office.

"I see you did all your paperwork yesterday, sir."

"Yeah, I guess I was feeling rather motivated yesterday."

"So, you didn't find my note then."

"No I—wait what, your note?"

"If you took the first word on each page you signed me message would have been clear. I guess you didn't look hard enough sir." With this she left him standing there, in shock, as she casually walked out the door.

After a few moments he caught himself, and ran at full speed down to the collections office to see if he could get his paperwork back. He had to know, was she bluffing again or did she really...

After a word with the rather unimpressed lady in the office preparing to leave herself, he got a hold of the documents and laid them out in front of him, examining the places she mentioned.

Please. Come. By. My. Place. Immediately.

Unbelievable.

The next year, he knew what to do. He did all his paperwork, lined up the pages and considered the words.

Excuse. Attention. The. Damages. If.

What? This wasn't right. Where was the secret message? These were the first words... there was supposed to...

The answer came to him the next day, in a very similar situation; he and Hawkeye were leaving for the night as she spoke to him.

"I guess you didn't find my note this year either."

"I didn't see any note this year, I don't understand..."

"Sir, I can't put it in the same place every year. This time, you should've checked the unsigned pages." With that, her stroll out of the office mocked him as he pondered what an idiot he was. Of course she wouldn't hide it in the same place every year. This was a challenge.

A challenge he was willing to accept.

It became a yearly event from that point on, every year Riza would think of some place clever to hide a note and Roy would always try his best to find it. He had never been successful, bested by her wits year after year. He argued that some of them were completely unfair, such as the year she stuck a sticky note on the underside of his desk. He argued that it wasn't even incorporated into his paperwork, and why would he even have a reason to look under his desk. She simply mentioned that this game had no rules and that was probably one of the easiest to find hiding spots she had used in years.

There was also a year where she used words from the bottom and tops of pages alternating, which Roy told her it was now getting completely ridiculous and that there was no way he would ever figure out something as intricate as that. She simply asked him if that was the case, she should just stop with the notes altogether. This made him drop that line of questioning very quickly.

He was determined this year, he told himself this was the year, and he was going to find it.

It was now after 11PM and everyone had left the office but him. He was still slaving over the papers before him. He had checked every combination of words he could think of and did a thorough search of the entire room and everything in it and he had come up with nothing. Looks like this year wasn't his year either, disappointed he went to go leave his papers in the collection box outside the office so they would get it in the morning when the secretary came in. As he was about to hand them in he noticed a piece of paper stuck to the bottom of his office's box. It was a note, it was the note.

Sir, I hope you haven't been looking at those papers all night. Perhaps you should drop by my place so I can help you relax after all that hard work.

Damn it was the first thought that crossed his mind. This was by far the easiest note location she had ever used, considering he actually found it. This either meant that she felt sorry for him or that she really wanted him to come over tonight, and all he had to do was hand in his paperwork!

That's when he started to worry; he had to get there before midnight for it to still be considered their anniversary. He checked his pocket watch, 11:30. He had time, he could make it if he drove but it was going to be close.

He was lucky it was so late at night because he was driving so recklessly that he honestly feared for anyone driving or walking on the same road. Ten minutes to midnight, he was going to make it.

Five minutes left, he pulls up at her front door.

Four minutes left, he's getting in the elevator.

Three minutes left, turn out the elevator is broken so boots it up the stairs.

Two minutes left, half way up the stairs he misses and step and falls flat on his face, cursing so loudly he probably woke up half the people on the floor.

One minute left and he's half limping up the rest of the stairs.

Midnight.

"Hawkeye! Hawkeye it's me! Open up!" He was out of breath and banging on her door, and his leg was still in pain.

Riza opened her door in her pyjamas, a cup of hot cocoa in her hand, looking as if she hadn't a care in the world.

"Sir, are you alright?" He could hear the slight edge of mischief in her voice.

"I... found... your... note..." This was all he could say, he hadn't really thought about what he would do when he got there and he wished he did.

"Ah. Looks like you did." She nonchalantly took a sip of her cocoa.

"So... can I come in?"

"It was a minute past midnight when you got here, thus making my offer null and void." She deadpanned.

"W-what, but Hawkeye-"

She retreated back into her home and right before she closed to the door she simply said,

"Sorry sir, maybe next year."