A/N: Hello! This little short multi-chap is inspired by another little one shot that I wrote called Shall We Dance? That fic speaks about a few different times that Roy and Riza have danced together, and I couldn't get it out of my head. So, these little chapters are a follow up, going into detailing on their dancing history. As someone with a dance background, and a deep love of dance, there is so much that gets said when two people take to the floor together, and it seems to perfectly fit these two lovebirds who can't showcase their love publicly. Anyway, enough of my blabbing. This chapter is entirely Young!Royai, so enjoy the innocence. I own nothing!

Roy could hear music. He lifted his head from his alchemy text, trying to focus on the sound. He couldn't tell what it was, but now he was curious. Music was a rarity in this household, and Master Hawkeye was gone for the day. Roy stood up and walked to the door of the study, opening it and peering into the hallway. The music was louder, but not by much. He stepped out of the room and began walking, trying to locate the sound. He wrinkled his forehead. This house was so huge. Where was it coming from?

After wandering the landing and taking another turn down the hallway,he neared a closed door, and the music seemed to get slightly louder. He paused and put his ear to the door, listening. It was coming from behind there. Roy stepped back. This was the door to the attic. He swallowed and grasped the doorknob, opening it and closing the door behind him. He began walking up the steps, the sounds of piano and cello growing louder with each step. He could now hear a woman singing as well, and the sounds of creaking floorboards. Roy poked his head up and peered around boxes.

"Hold me close and hold me fast/the magic spell you cast..." crooned the voice over the phonograph as Riza Hawkeye danced slowly, her eyes closed and her arms held out as though she was holding someone. Roy watched her, a grin slowly spreading over his face. She didn't have the right steps, her feet didn't move correctly at all for a waltz, but she had good rhythm. She was also terribly cute. He stood there for a few moments, watching her dance. Finally, he cleared his throat.

"Hey, Riza."

Her eyes popped open and she stopped dancing, turning around.

"Ahhh!"

"Ahhh! Sorry!" Roy waved his arms. Riza ran to the phonograph and removed the needle. She turned back around.

"You scared me!" her eyes narrowed. "How long have you been standing there?"

Roy walked up the steps and into the attic proper. "Not long. I'm sorry I scared you. I came to see where the music was coming from."

She nodded and crossed her arms. "I'm sorry I distracted you from your studies. I didn't realize it was loud enough to be heard in your room."

"I was in the study. I needed a couple of other books."

"Oh." They stared at each other for a moment.

"Do you know how to dance?" Roy blurted out. Riza frowned.

"No, not technically. I asked my father for lessons when I was younger but he told me no. Thanks for pointing out how obvious it is." She huffed and turned around, busying herself with gathering her records. Roy sighed.

"No, that's not what I meant. You aren't bad! You just...need a partner."

Riza stopped and turned back around. He continued.

"To..to show you the steps. It's not easy to waltz alone."

Riza looked at him, confused. "You...know how to waltz?"

He ran a hand through his dark hair. "Yeah. I'm not great or anything, but my aunt taught me the steps to a basic waltz. She...throws parties." That was one way to put it. Roy believed she had phrased it as 'don't need you to embarrass me in front of guests' but he also knew that she wanted him to be as cultured as he could be. He was happy she had taught him.

Riza tilted her head. "You'd teach me?"

Roy gave her a small smile. "Well, yeah. If you're interested." She nodded quickly and he chuckled.

"Okay. Don't put the music back on, yet, it's easier without it first. Just watch me." He backed up a little bit so that she could see a bit better. He cleared his throat.

"Umm..." he had never attempted to teach this, and he was rusty. "Basically, you take your left foot and step forward, that's one. The first beat, I mean." He moved his left foot forward, showing her. "Then you step to the side with your right foot, like this." Moving his foot out, he paused and thought for a moment. "Oh! Then you just put your left back to your right foot, and then your right foot goes back. And then you do it backwards." He showed her, then grinned. "So then it's left to the side, and then the right foot goes back to the left foot."

"So, you make a box?"

He nodded. "Yup!" He held out his hands. "Want to try?" Riza looked at him and gave him a tentative smile. She stepped forward and he took her hand, holding it out.

"Put your other hand on my shoulder." She did so. He reached out to put his hand on her waist and he hesitated.

"Umm..."

Riza rolled her eyes.

"It's okay. It's dancing."

Roy nodded. "No, no, I know." It wasn't that. Riza had just...recently been developing more and had gotten...curvier. He swallowed and put his hand on her waist and looked into her eyes, amber orbs that gazed at him expectantly. For a moment he was tongue-tied.

"O-okay. Waltzes are one-two-three. So, the steps I showed you are just a beat each. One-" He stepped forward and so did she, their feet crushing against each other. They both winced.

"Ow!"

"Yowch!"

Roy smacked his forehead. "I completely forgot. The steps I showed you? They're opposite for you, because I'm leading. You have to do them backwards."

Riza raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? That sounds hard. Why are YOU leading?"

"Because that's what the guy does."

"That's dumb."

"I'm a good leader!"

"And I'm supposed to just follow you?"

Roy shrugged.

"Well...yeah."

Riza sucked her lips in, then laughed.

"I guess that's as good a reason as any you could offer. Fine then. You lead, I'll follow."

Roy paused, then smiled.

"Do you think you can do the steps backwards?"

She glared.

"Can you do them?"

"Well, yeah, forwards.

"If you can do something forwards, I can do it backwards. Trust me." She squared her shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes, determination written all over her face. Roy's smile grew bigger.

"I trust you. Okay. So, on one, move your right foot backwards, I'll move mine forwards. One." They moved.

"Good. On two, step to the side with your left foot, I'll do the same with my right. Two." They moved together again.

"Now, on three, close your right foot to your left foot. Three." They stepped together.

"Great, that was the first part. Now you just do it again. One. Two. Three." They moved in time to his counts, Riza only stumbling slightly on a couple of the backwards steps. They danced around the attic together, with Roy counting, until Riza didn't stumble at all.

"So, what do you think?" Roy asked her.

"It's nice...we need music, though. It's not as fun without music."

"It's harder."

She shrugged.

"That's not a bad thing."

He let go of her and she walked to the phonograph, replacing the needle. The same song she had been playing earlier filled the air.

"Hold me close and hold me fast/the magic spell you cast/this is la vie en rose" the woman sang. Roy took Riza back in his arms.

"Okay, ready? One, tw-" She didn't move, she just stared at him, puzzled.

"What?"

"Why are you still counting?"

Roy paused.

"Because...that's how I know how to do it. Counting."

She smiled.

"Just listen to the song. The counts are there for you, you don't have to say them. Just feel it."

Roy frowned.

"I don't know if I can do that."

She tilted her head.

"Try." Riza moved her foot backwards and Roy followed, listening to the music, trying to stay on beat. It wasn't so hard, but he wasn't leading so well as he would have liked, nearly fighting against her. Riza noticed.

"Relax."

He smirked.

"Hey, who is teaching whom?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Just listen to the music."

"Okay, but stop trying to lead."

"Fine. I'll follow. But listen."

He readjusted his arms around her and they began to dance again, this time Roy fully leading. It was easier this time.

"When you press me to your heart/I'm in a world apart/A world where roses bloom..."

He spun her once and pulled her back into his arms. She laughed as they stumbled back into their uneasy steps.

"That was unexpected."

Roy smiled, squeezing her hand.

"It felt right."

They danced for a few more moments, until the song ended and a new one started. Roy paused.

"Will you play that one again? I liked it a lot."

"Sure." She walked back over to the phonograph and readjusted the needle. Once the music filled the room, he took her into his arms again and they continued their steps, Roy settling more into the tempo of the song.

"When you kiss me, heaven sighs/And though I close my eyes/I see la vie en rose" the song sang as they danced their box around the small cleared space. Roy found himself continuously drawn to Riza's lips, and seemed to subconsciously be pulling her closer to him, so that they were now dancing with their chests touching, nearly cheek-to-cheek. Roy's breath caught in his throat as they locked eyes, their heads extremely close.

"Riza..." he muttered.

"Yeah?" she practically whispered, amber eyes never leaving his onyx ones. Roy leaned down and closed his eyes...

Then heard the slam of the large front door. He jerked his head away.

"Uhh, I think Master Hawkeye's home." Disappointment shone in Riza's eyes.

"You better get back to the study fast, so he doesn't think you've been slacking."

Roy nodded. "Right." He let go of her and walked quickly to the landing, then turned around.

"Riza?"

She turned to him, having already walked to the phonograph.

"Yeah?"

He grinned sheepishly, heart thudding in his chest.

"Will you dance with me again?"

A smile spread across her face.

"You lead, I'll follow."

His grin widened and he nodded before bounding down the stairs, the music trailing after him as he raced back to the study.

"Give your heart and soul to me/And life will always be la vie en rose..."

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