A/N: Scribbled Stories makes me imagine a lot. And the one I read fit Edward quite well.


Prompt 9: Home

Inspiration: The Scribbled Stories.


His heart jumped when he entered trains and travelled across Amestris, visiting towns and cities. There were few places he hadn't gone to in Amestris; he had seen North, South, West, East and of course, Central.

Before, travelling was to get the Philosopher's Stone. It was to chase after every lead along with Alphonse, while reveling in the freedom he obtained away from the rules and restrictions of Central Headquarters. Al and he alone, doing whatever they wanted. It was exhilarating, something he thought he would never get tired of.

A small smile appeared on his face as he remembered the people waiting for him in Central. Mustang and his unit were the first that came to mind.

His smile widened as an image of the smug smirking colonel – no, general – appeared in his mind's eye. Behind insults and teasing and fights was a friendship forged in trust and shared experiences. Mustang was also one of the few adult males in his life, no matter how much of a jerk he was.

"Brother?" Al asked, his voice having a note of concern as his brother started smiling out of nowhere.

"Nothing, Al," Edward replied, shaking his head.

His heart may jump when he travelled, but it soared when he reached home.


A/N: I know Ed considers Resembool home, but I believe he would slowly start seeing Central as more than just a city after the years he spent there. This happens just after the Promised Day, so Roy is promoted for all he did.