--- Goodness, it's been a while. Hooray for breaking my wrist! ): ---

21. Just Dance With Me.

Riza Hawkeye had always hated to dance. It wasn't that she didn't know how to- she did, and she was actually really good at it. But there was something about twirling around and around with a man she had no intention of talking to that made her extremely uncomfortable. And she wasn't used to being uncomfortable.

Yet here she was at Roy's party; a congratulation celebration for him finally becoming Führer. That was the only reason she was here, in a fitting maroon dress, hair in curled ringlets in a stylish ponytail. Sheska and Winry had volunteered to help her out with a formal look, considering Riza wasn't one for parties.

She sat awkwardly off the side, trying to go unnoticed, while the rest of them spun around the dance floor with their dates. She had only planned on popping in, having a drink, and congratulating Roy on his achievement. Her amber eyes scanned the room for him. He was nowhere to be found. Riza sighed, getting up to snag a glass of wine. Maybe she would find him on her way there.

Once she got to the table, she picked a glass at random and took a sip, glancing around. Nothing. She was about to walk back to her seat when a hand fell on her shoulder. "Lieutenant," she heard the familiar voice, and turned to see her Colonel- no, now her Führer- standing very near to her. He looked quite dashing in his black suit, but she didn't say so.

Instead she gave a small salute. "Führer Mustang,"

His eyebrows crinkled in an amused way. "At ease." He held out a white-gloved hand. "Care to dance?"

Riza eyed the hand. "I'm not one for dancing, sir."

Roy smiled. "Oh, c'mon. Just for old time's sake?"

Riza began ticking off reasons not to dance. "And how will that look, dancing with your subordinate? Besides, I'm not a good dancer, and I haven't finished my drink, and-"

Roy put a finger close to her maroon-painted lips to silence her. "Just dance with me, Riza." he said in a soft voice, taking her hand.

Riza did as she was told, handing off her wine glass and letting him pull her to the floor. They twirled around everyone else, oblivious to anything but each other.

Riza Hawkeye had always hated to dance. Until now.