It's been a long while since I updated. This fic is not dead! Read after for more details.

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I don't own FMA or its characters. I only own the OCs and main idea/plot of this fic.

After a few moments of heavy silence, two waiters came into the room and served them their dinner. Micha sighed out of relief. She was saved for a few moments of awkwardness. At least now, they could have something to talk about. Food is always a good topic for conversation.

First, Micha tried to guess what the appetizer was. It was easy enough. Mozzarella sticks with a delicious garlic dip. It wasn't exactly what she expected. They were dining in the Wine Cellar, after all. She took a mozzarella stick, Dipped it and took a dainty bite. Her eyes lit up almost instantly.

"This is so good!" She dipped the mozzarella stick again and took another bite, bigger this time.

This startled Angelo a bit, but he smiled. "Do you like it?" He asked, quietly. "It's one of my favorite appetizers here."

After taking another bite, Micha dipped it again and took a huge bite. She giggled a bit and covered her mouth with her hand. "I'm sorry." She apologized. "Where are my manners?"

Angelo chuckled. He was really handsome. And he held a certain and cute charm about him. There was a sparkle in his deep, blue eyes. "No, it's alright. By all means, go ahead. I'm glad you like it. My father told me not to pick this for the menu since it had garlic in it but I insisted."

"It's delicious." Micha smiled. "You chose the menu? All of it?"

He blushed a bit and looked down at the dip. "uuuhh... Yeah... Sort of..." He turned completely red. "BUT IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE FOOD, WE CAN ALWAYS CHANGE THE MENU," he blurted out. He rose to his feet and walked a bit to call the waiter to bring them a menu. But Micha stood up too and caught his sleeve.

"No, it's okay!" She exclaimed. He turned around, and their faces were so close to each other. She was still holding on to his sleeve. "I'm sure I'd like whatever you picked," she hurriedly said.

Angelo's face was still red, and he looked at his sleeve where she was still holding it. He just looked at it until she realized she hasn't let go.

Micha released his sleeve right away and backed off. "I'm sorry," she looked down. "I ruined your shirt." there were creases at where she held him. She didn't realize her grip was that tight. "I'll buy you a new one."

"I-it's alright," he chuckled nervously. "It's old."

The two of them stayed still, and silent for quite some time. The waiters came in, and took away their food. They replaced it with fresh bowls of salad. One of them pulled their cart into the hall while one pulled one wine rack and revealed another hallway. The two teens watched him as he entered it and closed the hidden door with a click.

"I guess now we know where those hidden hallways are." Angelo mused. He looked at her and then at the table. He walked over to her chair and pulled it back. He waited until Micha came over. He pushed the chair in for her as she sat down.

Micha ate in silence. She felt so bad. She already gave a bad impression. What was I thinking? She asked herself. I have to play safe. Play nice. I can't screw this up. She was mentally scolding herself while she was eating their garden salad. For the whole second meal, they remained quiet. The awkwardness went away after five minutes. The silence became comfortable and it felt easier to breathe for the two of them. The cracking fire and candlelight made everything even cozier. The waiters came in and served them their soup.

At some point, Micha stopped eating so she could watch him eat. He barely looked up from his bowl, but she caught him stealing glances at her. This made her smile. He'd try to pretend that he wasn't looking at her, but at the wine bottle next to her resting in the ice bucket.

She took her wine glass and took a sip. She tried to remember the proper way of drinking wine. She didn't really like wine that much but this kind was pretty good. It was a certain kind of Cretan wine. She read the label. "Do they have this wine here?" she asked, her eyes still fixated at the bottle. "I'm sure my father would like it." She was hoping this would lift the silence, although it was fine with her. But his voice was also soothing and she found more comfort in it rather than the silence.

"Ummm... Unfortunately, no. This is from my father's collection," he answered.

"Oh," she turned away from the bottle and rested her gaze at him. She was still holding her wine glass. The wine tastes good. That was the second glass she had. If she finished this glass that would be the most wine she's ever had in one sitting. Her cheeks were flushing a bit. It was probably because she had low tolerance.

"I can ask him if he has another or knows someplace to get one," he offered. "I'll tell you tomorrow."

"So I'll be seeing you again tomorrow?" She asked. Her dark eyes reflected the candle's glow, making them look like her own eyes had a captured flame in them.

His shyness kicked in again. "O-only if-if you want to..." he stuttered.

She smiled a bit and tipped her head to the side. She was trying to memorize his angelic face. "Okay," she whispered. Micha put her wine glass down and had more soup. This time, it was his turn to watch her eat.

Unlike him, she did not steal glances. Instead, she looked at other objects near her while she enjoyed her soup. She took dainty sips. And would occasionally take a sip of her wine or water. She looked so pure and innocent. The braids, white flower and dress made it more so. But looks are decieving and he knows that very well.

He picked up his wine glass and stared on, noticing everything about her. How she releases a quiet breath after every sip to release the heat from her mouth, how she would look at the objects around her once, look away and then look again as if there was something that she did not notice the first time. There was something about her that made him want to be careful with her. It was like she was made out of the most delicate porcelain. Those kinds of porcelain dolls that you just want to touch but you don't because you feel like it would break the moment your finger meets its smooth surface.

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Roy and Hughes' family had dinner at the lodge's restaurant. Tonight's menu was a more casual kind of dinner. It offered home made chicken and mashed potatoes with gravy and buttered vegetables. The kids enjoyed their dinner. And right after it, Edward, Alphonse and Winry were by the fireplace, sitting on the bear pelt. They were having fun feeling the fur and telling stories. Riza sat on the couch with Gracia, keeping watch on the kids. But Riza couldn't forget how worried Roy looked during dinner.

"You seem to be troubled, Riza," Gracia commented. "Is something wrong?"

Riza sighed and looked at Gracia. Her eyes were so warm and soft. "It's nothing, really," she replied quietly.

"Roy's just worried for Micha," Gracia said. "He always worries about her, especially when she's out with a boy," she chuckled. "It's okay," Gracia looked at Riza with such tenderness it made Riza feel lighter.

(((-)))

The two men sat on the bar. It seemed to have been tradition for them to do this if Roy was feeling down.

Hughes looked at his best friend. He looked miserable. Roy was holding a glass of scotch, looking at the ice in his glass and tilting it around. His gaze was on the drink, but it seemed so much farther.

"Yo, Roy. You have to relax. Don't worry," Hughes patted Roy's back.

"I'm losing her to a boy," he said grimly. Roy's aura was so dark and mopey.

Hughes sweat dropped. "Oh come on! It's nothing like that!" Hughes laughed nervously. "It's just a date!"

"She only used to go out on dates with me," Roy sulked more.

"She's growing up, it's inevitable!" Hughes was trying to cheer him up but it wasn't working.

Roy looked at his best friend blankly, "so you're accepting the fact that Winry will have to grow up and date other boys too, you won't be the only man in her life anymore and sooner or later she'll get married and leave y—"

Hughes slammed Roy's head on the bar and started screaming, "HEY COME ON DON'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT. MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER IS TOO YOUNG AND SHE LOVES ME. WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? SHE WON'T LEAVE. SHE WON'T GROW UP. NEVER! I WILL KILL ALL THE BOYS THAT EVEN TRY TO TAKE HER FROM ME. THAT IS EXACTLY WHY I JOINED THIS INDUSTRY. TO BE ABLE TO HAVE THE TOOLS TO KILL ANYONE WHO TRIES TO TAKE MY LOVELY DAUGHTER FROM ME!" Tears started streaming down face as he held Roy's face against the bar. The poor man was struggling to breath.

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As dessert was being served, Micha was already feeling pretty hot. Her cheeks were flushed and she's already had three and a half glasses of wine and she just finished gulping down her fourth. Her vision was starting to get hazy. She's been saying weird things, and babbling about useless stuff since her third glass.

The two waiters took their plates and replaced it with something that looked like strawberry cheesecake. There was a red, translucent liquid drizzled all over it.

"Yay, cake! I love cake, cheesecake in particular I hate strawberries, though but I love cheesecake it would be a shame if I don't try it but oh, I don't like strawberries and there's strawberry syrup all over it," she kept talking without pausing. She was getting pretty drunk.

"Why not give it a try?" Angelo said. His eyes had a different glint to it.

Micha looked at the cake and it did look delicious.

Angelo stood up, took her fork, cut off a big piece and rubbed it all over the strawberry syrup that was on the plate. He held the fork to her mouth. "Come on, try it," he prodded. He didn't seem so sweet and innocent anymore but Micha's vision was getting cloudier.

"If you insist," she smiled and ate the huge piece of strawberry. Her tongue and senses went wild. It tasted unbelievable. "This is good," she said.

Angelo offered her to take a sip of wine, and she did. There was a weird feeling in her stomach and suddenly felt quite out of balance.

"I don't feel so good," Micha held her head and stomach. She looked at Angelo and he was smiling devilishly.

"I think it's the wine," Angelo replied. The waiters came back in the room through the main door and two more appeared from behind the wine rack. The door shut close.

Micha was getting dizzier by the second and her vision was starting to blur. "What's happening to me?" She asked shakily.

A waiter grabbed her wrist and pulled her to stand.

"Hey…" She was confused and losing her balance. She looked around her and she seemed surrounded. "What's going on?"

Another waiter grabbed her other wrist and Angelo was approaching her. They were dragging her to the day bed.

She started to struggle. "HEY. Let go! Angelo, what're you doing?"

She was being pushed down to the day bed as she felt someone open the back zipper of her dress. She felt herself panic. She tried to scream but before she could, Angelo held a handkerchief to her face, covering her nose and mouth. It smelled sweet and it hurt her nose. Before she knew it, she lost consciousness.

After not updating for how many months, I finally update and it's a cliffhanger. Yes, I'm cruel and I know it. HAHAHA.

I'm really sorry for not updating. Half of this chapter has been waiting for me to edit and finish it but I couldn't come to it because I'm really busy from school. I'm a sophomore now and taking up my majors. Since my course is only three years (we're trimester) you can say that I'm practically a junior with my workload already. I'm really sorry for making you all wait but it's not just the time that has been constricting me but I also had writer's block. I feel so uninspired due to the stress. But finishing this chapter has made me miss writing and all of your reviews and asking me to update has touched me. I'm really thankful that you guys still read, wait and support this story. So to show you all my thanks, I will find time to finish it. I promise. During Christmas break, I'm pretty sure I can make another chapter or two. But don't worry, I will update before that! Hahaha. I hope you guys just understand how busy majors can be. I am dying. Hahaha.

I'm also thinking about remaking this fic, or re-writing it at the very least. Reading it again made me realize how many mistakes and typos I have committed. If anyone is interested to be my editor/beta reader, please PM me! I would appreciate the help.

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