Okay, this might be terrible, because this is my first time writing anything romantic. I love to read stuff like this, but this is my first time writing it.

Note: I do not own FMA or it's characters of whom I am shipping.


"Now, really, Fuery," sighed Havoc, "You need to get a girlfriend." Fuery blushed.

"Who would I date?! I don't like anyone!" Protested Fuery. Havoc, Breda, Falman, and Mustang facepalmed.

"What about that bookworm that you have a major crush on?" Suggested Breda.

"Sh-Sheska?!" Defended Fuery, "I don't like her! N-Not like that!"

"Fuery," spoke Mustang in a monotone voice, "If you don't ask her out, you're fired."


"Sheska!" Fuery yelled across the room, waving at the girl to get her attention. Sheska looked up from the huge piles of paperwork she was carrying across the hallway.

"S-Sergeant!" Sheska yelped, attempting to salute, but all she ended up doing was dropping all of her paperwork. Sheska gasped and dropped down onto her knees to pick it all up. "I-I'm sorry!" She gasped. Fuery bent down to help her pick up all of her paperwork. When he was done, he handed a neat pile of papers.

"Here you go." Sheska nodded, took the papers, and raced off. Fuery stared after her, before he jolted to life.

"Sheska! Wait!" Sheska stopped abruptly, turned around, and asked, "Yes, Sergeant?"

"Will you," Fuery gulped, "Join me in… dinner tonight…?" Sheska scratched her head.

"W-What?" She asked, making sure she had heard right.

"Will you join me in dinner tonight?" Fuery replied, his voice clearer now.

"S-Sure…" Sheska replied.


Fuery had taken Sheska to a restaurant near his house. It was a brick building with a sign in the window that said "open" in green lettering. There wasn't any name anywhere on the building, though. (1)

"Let's go then," Fuery muttered. Once they entered, they could smell cupcake perfume. A waitress led them to their seats and gave them menus. Sheska opened her menu and dropped her jaw. This was so expensive…. How did Fuery plan to pay for this?! Fuery, noticing Sheska's disgruntled look, said, "Don't worry, you can get anything. Just don't look at the price."

"T-Thank you, Sergeant!" Sheska stammered.

"Kain," Fuery said, "You can call me Kain."

Outside, in the bushes, Mustang, Breda, Falman, and Havoc were hiding, pressing binoculars to their noses, and listening on the radio they had stolen from Fuery to see what was going on inside, as they had planted microphones everywhere.

"What's going on?" Mustang hissed to Havoc, who was holding the radio.

"He just told her to call him Kain!" Havoc snickered. All of the men high-fived, before Hawkeye jumped into the bushes.

"Calm down, men," demanded Hawkeye when they freaked out, desperately explaining that they weren't spying of Fuery, "How's the date going? Has she called him Kain yet?"

"He just asked her to," Falman replied.

"Knew it," muttered Hawkeye.


(1): Yes, readers of my fanfic, "Mother", you guessed it! THEY ARE IN THE UN-NAMED RESTAURANT! I can't think of any other restaurant...

Tell me if I should bring up KainxSheska in later chapters. Thanks for reading!