A/N: This is just a collection of oneshots/drabbles of the Elric brothers caring for each other. I literally just came up with it now. I hope you like it, and please review! :) I'm currently a pretty bad writer, and I'm trying to develop/improve my writing style, so please be aware that this is not the work of an expert author. I'm always looking for constructive criticism, so if you have any, please let me know! Also, if you have any prompts for future chapters, please do leave them in the comments, and I'll be happy to do them!

I know that in the FMA universe Edward is only one year older than Al, but just pretend that he is -I don't know, pick a decent number above one- years older.

"Edward? Are you home?" A woman's voice rang clear in the boy's head. A smile bloomed on the boy's face as the voice registered itself into his brain. Mom.

He hadn't heard her voice in two days. Two days he spent at the Rockbells, waiting in anticipation for his mom to come home. Dad was gone with her too, though Edward didn't care too much about him being gone. He was gone much more often. However, the time - even if it was only two days - away from his mother was agony, though Ed would never admit that. To be fair, he was still very young, and small children needed their mothers.

Edward had just recently been picked up by his stoic faced father and taken back to his house, only a little distance away. As soon as he reached the house, in his excitement, he noisily threw open the door, alerting Trisha of his presence. She knew Hoenheim would never have thrown a door open like that.

"Mom!" Edward exclaimed and bounded over to her. She was sitting on the auburn couch, a large bundle of blankets sitting on her usual purple dress. Her face was glowing with happiness, albeit, it was usually happy. Edward was about to launch himself into his mother's arms as he usually did, when he noticed the strangely shaped bundle.

He peered closely at it, now able to make out pale skin and bright golden eyes, eyes so similar to his own, yet, strangely different.

"What is it," he asked.

Trisha chuckled, throwing a smile to the emerging Hoenheim, "This, Edward, is your younger brother."

A silence, not uncomfortable, but not quite comfortable swept across the room. Trisha fidgeted, seeing Edward's frown. She heard about cases where the older child got jealous of the attention given into the younger child. Those stories never ended well. But, this was her sweet, little, Edward. That couldn't possibly be the case. Still...

"Umm, you remember me telling you about you getting a sibling, right, Ed?" She asked nervously, her eyes glancing to Hoenheim, saying Help me!

Ed continued to study the lump, his frown thickening, his face impossible to read. His eyes seemed to change colors. He didn't know what to think about this new addition to his family. He was fine with the way things were. But that didn't mean he didn't like this...brother? "What's it's name?"

Hoenheim coughed, "His name is Alphonse."

"Al-fa-fa-fa," Ed struggled to repeat the name, annoyance spreading across his features. "It's okay, honey," Trisha said quickly. Hoenheim continued, "You can call him Al."

Ed glared at this father. What did he mean you? Was his father somehow insinuating that Ed was inferior to him. In fact, he was sure Hoenheim was the one who suggested this complicated name in the first place, just to spite Ed. Well, he'd show him...

Trisha sensing the danger in the venom Ed was interjecting in his glare towards Hoenheim, said, "We can all call him Al, okay?"

Her voice seemed to vacuum all of Ed's anger as he turned his squinting eyes back towards the now squirming bundle in his mother's arms. "He doesn't look like me." He said, finally.

"Er...No, he doesn't." Hoenheim noticed, not sure where Ed was going with this. To be completely honest, Ed didn't really know either.

"It doesn't matter what you look like. You two are brothers. You're always going to be there for each other; looking after each other; taking care of each other." Trisha said, firmly.

Ed pondered over her words. He leaned his head so he was directly facing the struggling bundle that was apparently his brother. 'We're always going to be together? We're going to be family?'

Golden eyes met golden eyes. "Al."

So-called-Al abruptly stopped squirming. For a second, Trisha thought he was going to cry. But then the bundle started to shake again. Ed recoiled back in shock as a high-pitched giggle filled the room. He paused, listening to the sound vibrating in his ears. It was kind of...nice. Endearing. It was everything.

There was a huge grin plastered upon the small baby's face. "He's got your smile, mom," Ed murmured. Trisha smiled and handed the bundle to a still, slightly shocked Edward. There was no jealous older sibling here. And there never would be.

Even at that young age, Ed could make out something swimming in those opposing pair of golden eyes. Contentment. Something that was mirrored in his own.

"Nice to meet you, Al - my baby brother."

Maybe it was the sound of the baby's laughter. Maybe it was his absolute innocence and joy. Maybe it was Trisha's smile that looked so at home on his face. But this was the moment that Ed swore that he would never ever let anything happen to his brother.

And, though Al may not exactly remember this moment - he was only two days old! - he somehow did remember the warmth he felt in his brother's arms. It felt like home.