Pretty much all fun stuff here. At Ed's expense. Gotta love it.

Short. Little. Tiny. Miniscule. Runt. Shrimp. Petite.

Will they all just lay the fuck off?!

Microscopic. Pint-sized. Puny. Minute. Dwarf. Midget.

No, they keep coming up with more words for him.

More words to describe his small stature, his lack of vertical length, his shrunken size. Yes, yes; everyone is so creative at discovering new words with which to insult him, and for some, the alliteration is astronomically awe-inspiring. Or perhaps just adequately amusing. Honestly, though, Edward just weighs the pros and cons of murder nowadays.

These people will just not give up.

"Brother, calm down," Al pleads, grabbing Ed by the shoulders when someone comments on Al's 'adorable little brother'.

"Dammit Al I'm not LITTLE!" Ed yanks his shoulders from Al's grip, growling, turning to look up at his once-again-human brother. "I'm sick of being called the LITTLE brother! YOU'RE my little brother!"

"But Ed," Al ventures, gulping nervously. "You are.. um.. smaller."

Ed throws his hands up in frustration. "IT'S NOT MY FAULT!"

Al groans and follows his older brother, eyes wandering down to watch the golden hair of Ed bobbing in front of him, the slight unevenness in Ed's gate due to automail barely noticeable.

Sigh. {Poor Ed.} Al, enjoying the light breeze on his skin, allows guilt to creep into his emotions. {Here I am, enjoying my body.. when Brother still can't enjoy his.} He watches Ed, who has mostly relaxed already, and is searching around curiously for something good to eat. {Still you are missing your arm and leg.. and now..} He watches someone walk up to Ed and ask him why he's not in school. To this, Ed responds-with more restrain than Al expects, to his delight-by yelling at the man that he's eightteen.

Ed stomps over to Al and they head down the road, Ed muttering something about boots with higher soles.

Yes, Ed had paid a high price for the return of Al's body. He had given all his proudly-gained height and any height that he would ever gain in the future, and knowingly condemned himself to being as tall as a twelve-year-old Edward Elric for the rest of his life.

"At least you're not a towering suit of armor anymore," Ed remarks out of nowhere. Al smiles and agrees with Ed; what more can he do?

"Um.. hey.. Ed?"

"Yeah, Al?"

Al takes a few quick strides, easily catching up with his shorter-legged brother. "..Do you promise not to get mad at me?"

"Of course I won't, Al. What is it?" Ed, arms crossed behind his head, looks up at Al curiously.

Al twiddles his fingers together, looking at Ed with a light flushing across his cheeks. "..I kind of always wanted a little brother."

The resounding scream could be heard throughout the rest of Aquroya.

This was a random idea. I may continue it, I'm not sure.
Poor little Ed.