-1A/N: hey people!

Ok it has been a while but I have reasons, or at least for the past two months at least.

I was sick, got better, got even sicker since I wasn't eating anything, I am fine now don't worry. Then I was grounded. Then I had finals for every class then regents for some classes so yeah I was busy studying for the first time in my life.

If you like this oneshot thingy then maybe I'll write another chapter on this but based on the actual events with dialogue that time. And there are other oneshots, I just have to type them up and then post them.

Also I was working on this other FMA story that will be full of Parental Roy/Ed. It is called 'Son of Flame' where Edward is actually the real son of Roy and Riza, please check it out and leave a review there as well as here!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A son sees many things in a father.

He sees a protector. A role model. The one who the children go to when they had nightmares and need comfort or have the need to feel safety. The son wants to follow in his fathers footsteps and become exactly like him.

For Edward his father was nothing more then a deserter. Someone who had left his family and never returned. He had tried to find a father figure in Winry's dad but when he finally accepted that the Rockbell couple went to Ishbal and both Edward and Winry hoped for the safe return of their father. However fate was not kind and Uley (I heard somewhere that, that is Winry's dads name. If I am wrong tell me) along with his wife Sara were killed by the very Ishbalans people that they were trying to save.

Ever since Hohenheim had left he had to fill in his place, since he was the oldest boy in the house, as the father figure in the house. To give Alphonse someone to look up to and let him know that he was protected and safe.

Then when his mother died when he was at the young age of five he had to take over everything. He made sure that Alphonse was all right and healthy. Edward became the figure of protection, and a role model,

Maybe that's why he had at first denied the truth that Mustang gave to him in silent words.

'You are still a child no matter what you had seen or done and no matter what you are. Let me help you. You need a father or at least a father figure. Let me help you Edward'.

He had been the one as the 'father' for so long he had no desire to relinquish that title. And as many as disappointments in a father or anything that resembled it had always merely made his hope rise only to be crushed and making him wary of any older male that had attempted to get into his life.

But as time went on he had realized that he had no idea how to be. And thus unconsciously he looked for someone to imitate, to know how to grow.

It had started out small. With a smirk actually. Edward noticed one day how the Colonel had smirked. Which corner of the mouth was lifted and how much. The look in his eyes that told the other that he was superior. The way his body bent towards the person slightly, as if he wasn't even aware of doing such.

Then it was his walk. The walk that had always radiated confidence and pride. The one where he showed others that they would never be able to knock him down. That he was stronger. The way he sometimes had his hands in his pockets or folded in front of him. How he tilted his head back slightly as if he was looking down at the person.

And Edward learned, if only subconsciously. The next time Edward had smirked or when Alphonse paid attention to his walk or to his attitude he had wondered for a moment whether he was looking at a blonde haired version of the Colonel.

Mustang was looking to change the country by attaining the position of Furher and bringing the country into peace. And Edward willingly followed him in order to aide him attain his goal.

A mother was just about the opposite from a father. She was the first source of protection that the child sought for along with praise and compassion. The mother was soft and gentle, she brought healing to the pain, whether it was a cut or a fever, and was the one that soothed any worries or troubles causing the child.

Edwards's mother had died when he was young and no matter how much he had decided he was the head male there had to be a female. A mother figure.

At first Pinako seemed like a prime choice but she was more as a grandmother to the children. And Sara Rockbell had never quite fit it for them.

Their teacher Izumi Curtis was the first choice in a sense. But unlike the small amount of memories that Edward had from his real mother his teacher was the exact opposite. Trisha was soft and gentle, nearly never raising her voice while Izumi had no trouble in raising her voice or even her hands against the boys and while she did have her rare mothering type moments, bandaging the wounds that she herself had given the boys and sometimes hugging them, she still was not the prime figure for Edward in his opinion.

There weren't that many female role models in his life but one of the constant ones were Riza Hawkeye.

She was Colonel Mustang's bodyguard and one of his most trusted subordinates.

It was also clear that Mustang was in love with her and through rare moments it seemed that she had returned those feelings as well.

She was the prime candidate for the mother figure in Edwards's life, which unlike the father figure he accepted readily and gratefully.

A son will follow his father and stay on his side.

So when Roy Mustang was taken by the homunculi and turned into of their own Edward had followed.

The Philosophers Stone was inserted into the blood stream of Mustang and faced with the choice of accepting the stones power or dying he chose to accept it. He couldn't let his son down nor could he allow tears to overflow Riza's eyes once more at hearing of the Colonels death.

'I will follow you anywhere. Even straight to hell'. Riza had told the Colonel many times over.

And so when the new Lust was born from the body of Roy Mustang a new Wrath was born from the body of Riza Hawkeye.

A child learns from a parent and copies their movements and actions. When both of Edward's parents had chosen that he had followed with no hesitation. And thus a new Pride was born.

A father, a mother, and a son.

A family.

I don't know. I seriously do not know.