Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Today is Valentine's Day,
So please don't sue.

"What the…"

First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye stared down at her desk. It was meticulously clean, all her papers stacked perfectly, her drawers organized, and the wood surface polished to a shine. Her desk looked like this every day. Today however, there were a few extra items on the desk.

"What are these?"

Riza picked up the first of three foreign objects. A box of chocolates, shaped like a big red heart. But not just any chocolates, they were all white chocolate.

"My favorite…"

She set down the chocolates and examined the second thing on her desk. A single flower. But not a red rose, surprisingly. Riza didn't like the smell of red roses, they reminded her of funerals. It was a yellow rose. Riza's favorite.

She raised the flower up to her face, and breathed in its sweet scent. She closed her eyes and smiled contentedly as she became intoxicated with the fragrance. She took another deep breath, then picked up the small, folded card on her desk. She opened it, and read it.

19:00

That was all that the note said. It wasn't signed, and to anyone else, it would have been a cryptic, mysterious puzzle. But Riza knew. She smiled to herself and sat down at her desk, pulling the neatly stacked pile of papers towards her. To the untrained eye, it would appear that the first lieutenant was concentrating on proofreading the paper she was holding. But if you looked close enough, you could see that Riza's smiling eyes were looking through the paper as she bit into the first chocolate.

Riza was wearing a black dress that cut off just above her knees. It was sleeveless, and curved around her body perfectly. She was wearing black heels, but not high ones. Those would hurt her feet. Her long blonde hair was down, and it fell over her shoulders in a carefree, but very pretty, way.

She took his breath away.

Roy was standing outside of her apartment complex, wearing a black tuxedo, which made him look very mature. Or at least, it would have, if not for his messy jet-black hair that was still going every which way, refusing to lie down and be still, just like the man whose head the hair was on. That was one of the many things that Riza loved about him—his untamable spirit.

Roy was holding a bouquet of yellow roses. 11 of them, in fact. Riza laughed when she saw this, asking where the twelfth rose was. His reply was simply a laugh and:

"I'm cheap."

Riza giggled at this and took the roses, smelling them. Roy smiled softly as he saw her obvious pleasure with the roses. He gently grabbed her hand and the couple began walking towards their destination, a fairly fancy restaurant, not too far from Riza's home. Hand-in-hand they walked, making small talk about nothing in particular and generally just enjoying each other's company. It was fairly warm right now, but the sun was setting, and they both knew that it would get drastically colder in a matter of minutes. They made it to the restaurant just as it was getting chilly.

"Table for two, please," Roy said curtly to the waiter, and the smiling couple was led to a small table with a chair on either side. A single red rose in a clear vase was placed in the center of the table, and the tablecloth was blood red. They ordered their food—a steak for Riza, and a filet mignon for Roy—and ate in the same general atmosphere and rhythm as the walk to the restaurant, talking about small, unimportant things. Roy ordered them a bottle of red wine.

"What should we toast to?" Riza mused, examining her glass, turning it this way and that to look at the way it changed colors in the light.

"Hmm…" Roy stared into his glass, looking at his reflection as he pondered the question. "How about to another year of life in this time of war, another year of relative safety, another year of being together."

"Cheers," said Riza as she tapped Roy's glass with her own and drank deeply.

Riza smiled as they stopped in front of her apartment complex. "Thank you, Roy. I really enjoyed tonight."

"Me too." Roy squeezed her hand. "But tomorrow… when we go back to work…"

"The military forbids dating between coworkers, you know that, Roy." Riza's voice was stern, but Roy could hear the bitterness and regret in her words.

"Why does it have to be like that?" Roy said in an unexpected fit of passion. "Dammit, Riza, I love you. More than anything. Why does it have to be like this?"

"Shh," she said, placing a finger over his lips. "That's just the way it is." She smiled, and was silent for a moment.

"Hey… how did you know?" She asked, almost shyly.

"Know what?"

"You know… the yellow roses, the white chocolates, everything… how did you know?" She looked at her feet, as if embarrassed by her own question. Roy smiled and kissed her forehead.

"Let's just say that I have my sources," he said cryptically.

"You mean Hughes-san," Riza confirmed. "He is in the investigative department, after all. But how did he find out?"

"Ah, with Maes, you never know." Roy rubbed the back of his head. "All I had to do was ask him to find out everything he could about you."

"Really?" Riza said, stunned that he would actually ask his best friend to investigate her, of all people. Then her eyes narrowed. "Hey, just how much did Hughes find out about me, anyway?"

"Oh, enough to satisfy my curiosity," Roy laughed. "Like how you always eat eggs for breakfast on Tuesdays, that you named your dog after a gun, how you go grocery shopping every other Saturday, how you always sleep on your side on the part of your bed that's by your window, how you—"

"Enough! Geez, how did he find all that out about me?" Riza looked stunned, and thought about it for a moment. "On second thought, I don't think I want to know…"

Roy's answer was a kiss.

A/N: Geez, I thought I wouldn't get this done in time to upload it before midnight. I wrote this in about half an hour—record time. Because if I didn't put it up before midnight, I couldn't use my awesome little poem as my disclaimer! Hope everyone liked this pointless little fluff-filled Valentine's Day thing. Review please, since it makes me happy.