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28. Dancing in the Rain.
"Brother, you're never going to learn if you keep getting frustrated so easily."
"Well if you weren't so damn tall it'd be easier!"
"Me being taller is all the better. It's more realistic!"
"WHO YOU CALLIN' POPCORN SHRIMP?!"
"For the love of God, brother, I never said that!"
Winry opened the back door and poked her head out. "What are you two arguing about?" She asked, frowning.
"It's none of your business, Winry. Butt out." Ed said peevishly, glowering.
Al turned to Winry. "Brother has to learn to dance for a military ball in Central." He explained.
Winry's eyebrows rose as she closed the door behind her. She looked at Ed, who was staring off to the side broodingly. "Why didn't you just ask me for help?" she questioned him.
"As if a gear head like you would know how to dance," he mumbled, scowling.
Winry marched up to him and took his automail hand in hers. The other hand she placed on his shoulder. "Put your hand on my waist." She ordered.
He balked. "What?"
Winry rolled her eyes and placed his hand firmly on her waist. "Do you want to make a fool of yourself in front of the whole military?"
Ed was staring at his hand on her bare hip, but shook his head slowly.
"Good. Then watch my feet." And for the next hour she taught him how to slow dance.
At one point Ed glanced up from their feet. "How'd you learn how to do this?" he asked, twirling steadily.
"My dad used to dance me around the kitchen on his feet. Left foot first," she corrected him in a strained voice; he had treaded on her toe for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Oops, sorry," Ed said sheepishly, looking back down at their feet. After another minute he said "But that can't be it. You're too good of a dancer for just that."
Winry's face heated slightly. "Well, I've been asked to dance at festivals held in Risembol…" she mumbled with a smile, looking off to the side.
Ed's eye's snapped up. Dancing took experience. Experience took being asked to dance. A lot. Somehow this bothered him, and he pulled Winry slightly closer.
"Well, you're-" he was interrupted by a drop of water falling on his nose. Both he and Winry looked up simultaneously as the sky opened up, instantly drenching them in a sudden downpour.
"Oh, crap!" Winry exclaimed, letting go of Ed.
But Ed held onto her. "Oh, c'mon," he laughed. "It's just a little rain!"
"But your automail will rust!" she argued, tugging.
Ed shrugged and flipped his sopping bangs out of his face. "So what? You have polish inside, right?"
Winry nodded slightly, puzzled. Ed continued to take her around in a slow dance, seeming to not care about the drenching rain. When Winry began to shiver, he pulled her closer to him. Slowly their dance was reduced to a slow rocking back and fourth and rotating, the two just holding one another.
Dancing in the rain; it had always been a secret dream of Winry's. She had always thought of it as silly and frivolous; she figured it was a useless fantasy.
Maybe it wasn't as far-fetched as she thought.