Author's note: I do not own FMA or its characters. I also do not own the song titles.

Shall We Dance – Teaching Dancing

There were days when she could kill her colonel. All in all, it was rather sweet of him, but really, some things were a little much. And she really didn't want a broken foot for the annual military gala. It wasn't Ed's fault, he really couldn't help it that he'd never learned to dance as a child, but his automail foot really was a hazard to his partner at this point. He had accepted the ordered dance lessons fairly graciously for someone who had to ordered to the military gala. At least he'd had the sense not to tell Winry that the main reason he'd asked her to accompany him was because the colonel had practically dared him to.

She sighed then blinked, having a sudden idea. "Let's try this again. Think of it like alchemy. There's an exact pattern to follow. One – two – three. One – two – three."