As the story behind Number Eleven is my OC's story, Roy Loves Dogs, here it is. I introduced the idea for this story at school, and we decided to write it. Hers is a side story, just she published it before me.

Has anyone noticed how similar Finland and Riza Hawkeye are?

I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! AT ALL! Besides the plot, that is.

Riza Hawkeye smiled as she reached the café. Today was her day off from work, so she decided to have her lunch at a nearby café. Once she got there, however, she saw all the seats were filled. She sighed, and went to buy her lunch. As she was going to turn around to walk out, she saw there was an empty seat, but the one across from it was filled. Contemplating whether to sit there or not, the former won. She walked over to the table, and turned to the other person.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" The other looked at her with kind brown eyes and spoke with a foreign accent.

"Sure! I don't mind." She sat down and took out her lunch. Looking up, she looked over the other person at the table. He had short blond hair and light brown eyes. His face was round and slightly babyish. He was eating what looked like round black little stones. She raised her eyebrow at this.

"What are you eating?" He looked up and smiled.

"Salmiakki. Do you want some?" Wondering if they actually tasted good, she nodded. She took one of the little black things, and put it in her mouth. She nearly gagged at it. It tasted horrible and was way too salty. Noticing her facial expression, the other frowned. "You don't like it?" She took the piece of salmiakki out of her mouth.

"I'm afraid not. What is in this?" He smiled again.

"Salmiakki is salty licorice with ammonium chloride." Her eyes widened dramatically at this.

"Ammonium chloride?" He nodded.

"Ja, many say it's an acquired taste, but I've always found it good." He put another one in his mouth. Riza shuddered at this. How can the taste of ammonium chloride grow on anyone?

A while later, the other looked up. "So, what's your name? I'm Tino Väinämöinen."

"Tino... what?" He sighed.

"Vah-ii-nah-moi-nen." She nodded.

"Thank you. My name is Riza Hawkeye." He smiled.

"That's a nice name, Miss Hawkeye. I wish I had a surname like yours. It would fit my skills with a gun." She raised her eyebrow.

"Really? It fits for me too." He smiled.

"It looks we have something in common, Miss Hawkeye." She held up a hand.

"Call me Riza." He nodded.

"Okay then, Riza."

She brought out one of her handguns. The next half an hour was spent with Riza explaining the different guns she had and the things she did with them, and Tino did the same. Afterwards, Riza looked at her watch.

"I need to go. Black Hayate needs to be walked." Tino raised his eyebrow.

"Black Hayate?"

"My dog." His eyes brightened.

"You have a dog too?" She nodded. "My dog's name is Hanatamago. So, do you want to meet at the shooting range this Saturday at 1?" She thought about it, before nodding.

"I accept. See you then." She got up and started walking towards the exit. Tino was waving behind her.

"Moi moi Riza! See you Saturday!" She smiled to herself, knowing this would be the start of a good friendship.

I think this turned out okay. So anyways, REVIEW OR I WILL FORCE MILK DOWN ED'S THROAT!

Ed: YOU WOULDN'T DARE!

Shauriene: *smirks and brings out milk* Try me~