AN: THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTER OF A.B.D.C.

Sorry it took so long to get posted, but time has not been on my side in recent times.

Thanks a bundle to the people who have read the fic that truly proves my insanity. Thanks to the people who are possibly more insane than I am and have -whatever their ulterior motives- reviewed, its you guy who kept this thing going for so long. Thanks to the clinically mad people who have favorited this, you are truly inspiring in your insanity -though I think I may need to find you professional help-.

thank you to; Ellie Bronte, VenusOfHecate, Ria442, Rivenmist, LaLa, mrawgirl09

oh and another big thank you to VenusOfHecate, my beta, she deserves some credit people so throw her some cake!

Thank you all, FREE CAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Venus: Hello, everyone! Thought I'd just stay in my quiet corner and write my own fanfics, didn't yah? Hahaha you aren't so lucky!

Warning: this story will not be on the same plot line as the Fullmetal Alchemist manga or anime. That is why us geniuses call it a FAN FIC.

On with the show!

XXX~ belle.

"Why are we here?" Ed asked plaintively as he tried to decode the curling symbols imprinted with fancy gold ink on the menu.

"Because I have never actually taken you out as I should have before, and now we are both fully recovered from out, ah, illness, so I can take you out as I should have been doing."

"Bastard. I am NOT some girl that needs to be pampered and the like. Besides, we all know who the girl in this relationship would be."

"You do realize that technically you're on the bottom even if you're 'on top'?"

"I hate you."

"I am well aware of this fact, Edward."

A waiter crept up to their table, a worried expression on his pale face; as if, for some reason, he expected the need to dive out of the way at any second, "Welcome, and what can I get you sir's for this evening?"

"I will have a glass of your best red wine, and the dish of the day- I believe the chicken is fresh?"

"Of course sir. And you?" he risked a glance at the blond, and wished he hadn't.

"Same same, whatever."

Edward glared at Roy across the table.

Roy smirked and raised an eyebrow.

The waiter escaped to the kitchen.

Back in the kitchen, the chef was preparing two servings of the chicken, the dish of the day and a personal favorite recipe.

He sneezed.

And all because of a damn cold.

THE END!