Sorry! To clear things up, while I do ship RoyEd there is a father/son relationship between them.

For those confused about some of the details:

You can shatter a bone to the point that even if it does heal, it will heal improperly, thus causing it to be amputated. Another possibility (I think) is if the nerves are shot (not literally) then it may have to be amputated as well. If I'm wrong, please inform me, I'm too lazy to do legit research.

In WWI, there was a special type of poisonous gas that affected the eyes and lungs. Alphonse will not regain his eyesight.

Dedicated to: Half Demon Alchemist

Edward awoke days later on a train, Alphonse next to him still fast asleep. He looked out the window and watched as the once beautifully green rolling hills became the dark brown ground with small patches of dead grass. He watched as the scenery rolled by looking around every now and then. He jumped when he heard approaching footsteps, scared.

"Hey, kids," a voice said, Ed recognized as the man that carried him, Roy Mustang. Alphonse stirred slightly before laying down completely, his head on top of his two small hands, resting on his brother's leg.

The blonde looked up with molten gold eyes, giving the Major his full attention. Roy was a little shocked, losing his composure. "U-Uh, we'll, um," he stuttered.

"Yes, Major?" he said, his voice low and hoarse, obviously annoyed with the stalling.

"W-We will reach East City in about an hour, you can rest until then."

"I'll be fine, Major," the blonde replied.

Mustang looked back at his best friend. Maes shrugged at him, "I don't know," the bespectacled man whispered."

"Yes, sir," Roy responded.

"Edward."

"What-?"

"My name," he stated, "is Edward."

Roy nodded sternly before sitting down on he seat across from the two boys, Maes not far behind him. The green-eyed man looked at the boy's with a smile on his lips. "Well, Mr. Edward, tell us about yourself," Hughes said.

"There is nothing to say."

The soldiers looked at the boy, slightly taken aback before dismissing the blonde's behavior considering all that happened over the past few days when they met the two brothers. The two only looked at him with sad eyes. Hughes felt the silence had gone on long enough.

"Well," he started, "I'm Major Maes Hughes! I love my wife Gracia! SEE? ISN'T SHE WONDERFUL? She cooks, cleans, and even teaches high school students!" Hughes looked at the two pictures of his wife, kissing both of them.

Edward's golden eyes looked at the man ludicrously. His eyes wide and his mouth agape for several second before a small smile appeared on his childish face. The smile then turned into a soft chuckle as to not wake his younger brother. The two older men smiled down at the giggling blonde, a small feeling of accomplishment bubbling within them.

Edward looked over to the paler man, eyes boring into him. Roy hadn't had much experience with kids, in fact some kids he considered slightly terrifying. "What?" Roy asked, "What did I do?" Hughes elbowed him the side, causing Roy shout, "Hey what was that for?" he whined. Hughes nodded towards the boy across from them, the agitated waiting look that a scolding mother would give to their child were in his molten gold eyes. "O-Oh," Mustang stuttered. "I'm Major Roy Mustang. I like fire."

Edward looked the men up and down, his eyes judging, the scolding look still on his face as he judged the two. The boy didn't say a word as he resituated himself where his head rested against his brother's, soundly falling asleep.

Hughes smiled softly at the two while Roy stood there dumbfounded. He didn't understand kids, let alone kids that are in pieces.

The next time Edward and Alphonse awoke was when the two boys arrived at East City station. Edward felt himself being hoisted up, he flinched and whimpered in his sleep before snapping his eyes open, only to see the pale raven looking at him with concerned onyx hues. The elder Elric smiled softly at the man in reassurance. The two boys were carried off of the train along with their belongings.

"Edward, Alphonse!" the two boys heard. Alphonse only readjusted himself on the bespectacled man's back, sleep closing off the remaining four senses. Edward looked up through the blurry vision cause by exhaustion.

His eyes cleared up soon enough and he plastered a bright smile on his delicate, childish face. "Heidrich-Nii-san!" he exclaimed, excitement in his voice. To the two soldiers, he sounded like a young boy that was about to get onto one of the big kid rides he'd waited so long for.

The teen, now know as Heidrich had crystal blue eyes in which he'd inherited from their grandmother. His hair was cut short in a way similar to the youngest boy. Heidrich normally had a smile plastered across his face, but today his eyes were full of horror and concern for his two younger siblings, something you wouldn't see in a man wearing a soldier's uniform like he was.

"Wh-What happened to you two?" he whispered to the boy. His blue eyes looked at his younger brother in guilt and sympathy.

"I lost my limbs, and Al lost his sight," Edward replied, his head hung low.

"And mom…?"

The blonde boy remained silent, looking away. He didn't want to see his brother's eyes filled with despair over their mother's death.

Heidrich bit his lip to keep his composure. A small smile appeared on his face, "Never mind that, boys. Its time to get you home, to dad."

The middle child shivered on the raven's back, golden hues widening before a ghost of a smile rose from its grave. "Yeah, let's go."

With that, the three boys were taken to their home, where their father stood at the door, an unreadable expression on his masculine face.

Hughes was driving the black military vehicle, pulling into the driveway. From there, Heidrich held Edward on his back while he held Alphonse's small hand in his own. The three of the walked up the sidewalk that led to their large house, while Mustang and Hughes carried their luggage. The two soldiers saluted, as the youngest soldier had his hands full.

Charles sighed, "At ease, Majors."

The two relaxed and looked at the two young boys before excusing themselves from the family and driving off. The family entered the home resting the two boys on the brown leather couch. "Father," Heidrich started.

"I know, Heidrich. I know," he stopped his son. His blue eyes were now on Edward and he suddenly felt alone.

The blonde felt a sudden shudder run through his bones and the temperature of the room dropped noticeably. The silence was tearing the golden blonde boy apart from the inside, he felt trapped in his own skin.

It was then a smile appeared in his father's face. "Well, Edward," he began, he saw said boy flinch, but chose to ignore it, "seems like we'll have to get you some new limbs!"

The middle child's mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. He didn't know what to say. Was his father playing a joke on him? Was he going to make him play the game again for new appendages?

"Daddy loves you."

Ed shook the thought from his mind, a smile on his face. He felt safe, but that numbingly cold feeling he had never went away. He told himself he would get accustomed to it, just like the game. He would eventually get used to the activity. He should be happy, some kids didn't get this kind of attention.

But, it felt so wrong.

Regardless, he nodded excitedly, joy filling his very being.

TWO WEEKS LATER...

The family of four walked through the streets of Central, Edward in a wheelchair and Alphonse holding his eldest brother's hand as to not bump into things. They walked into one shop that held several models of metal limbs, making Edward's eyes glow in anticipation.

Heidrich rang the bell at the front desk. It was followed by two yells of "I'm coming!" from the back.

A young boy with dark hair and light green eyes ran to the front desk with oil smudges on his uniform as well as his face. He looked to be around Ed's age. Accompanying the nine-year-old raven was a man that seemed to only be an older version of the boy. The pair had bright smiles plastered on their faces. "Welcome to Taylor & Sons! My name's Jason, and this is my son Leslie! How can we be of service today?" the man asked.

"I need new limbs, can you get me some?" Ed asked quietly.

"I'm willing to pay as much as needed," Charles continued.

The two ravens took Ed into the back to measure him up. He was wheeled behind the desk and into the back where they held all of the limbs they needed to work on. Leslie thought he'd start a conversation with the broken boy. "So, what's your name?" he asked as his father went to find the measuring tape.

The blonde hesitated to answer. Should he give information like that away? Would his father be angry with him? He wasn't supposed to talk to anybody; he was under his father's orders. Even so, he felt the urge to speak to the raven in front of him. "Edward," he said simply.

"Well, Ed, can you tell me how you lost your limbs?"

Did people know about the destruction of small towns like Resembool? Did they know about all of the innocent people that were annihilated for no good reason?

'He couldn't possibly know. Not with a smile like that,' he thought angrily. He grit his teeth and refrained from screaming at the ignorant raven in front of him. 'How could they possibly know about suffering?'

At that moment a young girl walked in, her dark red hair set in pigtails on the sides of her head. Her . "L-Leslie? Where's papa?"

"He's in the back, Carmen. Oh! Say, hi to Ed, he's a new client."

"Oh, hello Ed," she said, her voice as soft as her smile.

The blonde on nodded to acknowledge her before looking out the window.

'They don't know pain.'

THIS ISN'T AN OC X ED PAIRING. AND IF IT IS...IT WILL MOST LIKELY BE Leslie x Ed and Carmen as a friend. You can decide that.

YEAH, THAT SUCKED, BUT IT WAS LONGER. SORRY FOR THE WAIT! I HAD MAJOR WRITERS' BLOCK FOR THIS CHAPTER! GUESS WHAT? MY BIRTHDAY WAS YESTERDAY! OFFICIALLY FIFTEEN!

MY ANIME ADVERNTURE BEGINS!

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