Author's Notes: This and the last drabble are results of listening to Fall Out Boy and needing a break from all the angst I usually right. It's a bit rushed, so, maybe next break I have I'll rewrite it cleaner.

I could be an accident, but I'm still trying.

Whenever the train arrived at the station, his Brother was always up and out of his seat before Al could stop him. Panic instantly began to bubble up- he had already lost his brother once, and he wasn't planning on losing him again. However, he couldn't seem to find his brother again: but, really why should he be so worried? The Gate was closed, permanently, on both sides now, and the only Homunculus left alive is sealed inside the aforementioned Gate.

Nothing to worry about, right?

With a sigh, he decided he'd just go ahead and go on to the Rockbell household. Eventually, because his Brother always did, Ed would turn up. There wasn't anything else to do.

"Good afternoon, Alphonse!" The feminine, cheery voice caught him off guard, and he turned around, about to snap at how any could find this stressful, rainy afternoon cheerful, of all things. He stopped himself at the last minute, staring at the woman with pink bangs and long brown hair in front of him.

"Oh, hello, Rose!" He grinned at her instinctively before frowning. "Hey, you haven't seen my brother, have you? He ditched me at the train."

"No, I haven't. But, I'm sure he'll turn up soon. Anyway, you're going to the Rockbell house, right?" She paused, and just before he opened his mouth to reply- "Good, so am I! Let's go!"

"Huh? What?"

When they got there, a still-confused Alphonse following a bright, chatty Rose, he was welcomed with a dry comment about himself from Pinako and a hug from Winry.

"Where's Ed? Wasn't he coming with you?" Winry's expression turned from bright to concerned as she looked around, as if expecting to find Ed hiding behind a piece of furniture."

"He disappeared as soon as the train stopped."

"...Oh." Why was it that he saw Winry and Rose's eyes snap to each other, one girl's glare mirroring the other?

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It was eight in the morning when he woke up. Alphonse groggily got dressed and walked down the stairs, and stopped, astonished, at the foot of it.

There was Ed, sitting smug and smiling in the largest chair at the kitchen table, and Winry, her hands still holding a bowl that had dropped to the floor and shattered about two minutes ago.

Flowers- daisies, violets, forget-me-nots, tiger lilies- overflowed over the edges of the kitchen table and sink, and petals were scattered across the titled floor.

"What?" Ed said, after several long minutes, narrowing his eyes. "Rose just happens to own a flower shop, and, well..."

His Brother's face was now a deep blood red, and Al had to snort.

"They're... they're all for me?" Winry's voice was actually a squeak as she stared at all the flowers.

"You didn't hear me screaming the name 'Rose' repeatedly at the top of my lungs and throwing rocks at her window twelve minutes ago, now, right?"

Then, still blushing as Winry threw his arms around his neck: "I could be an accident, but I'm still trying, you know?"