Hello mehehehe. I was so bored so I decided to try out writing the Royai 100 Themes. And because of I am super bored, I decided to make it chronological. XD I thought I'll just post it. :)

Disclaimer: If I own FMA, I would create a spin-off about Royai.


Military Personnel

"Aunt Chris, when is he going to arrive?" Roy Mustang asked as he spun himself on the bar stool. Aunt Chris, known by most people as Madame Christmas, was busy wiping glasses and placing them in the shelf.

She glanced at his baggage and pile of books that was placed on the table. "Be patient, boy. Few more minutes wouldn't hurt you. And stop spinning."

"You keep on saying that; I'm sitting here for two hours." Roy continued spinning, and grabbed one of his books. Where is the old man, anyway? Madame Christmas thought. She looked at the clock; two o'clock in the afternoon. Judging by the time, Roy would probably arrive at Dorhedge early evening.

The eleven-year-old boy, who was scanning a book while spinning himself on the bar stool, was very excited, she can tell. He woke up early at six, and was ready to go by seven. Roy Mustang usually takes his time to ready, and today it only took him one hour, which surprised the Madame. He stayed in his room, reading books until twelve noon, and he has been spinning on the bar stool since then. Madame Christmas wondered how he managed to continue spinning without feeling dizzy.

"Deconstruction is using energy to break down the physical structure of the identified material into a more malleable state so as to be easily reshaped into a new form." Roy read the book aloud. "While reconstruction is continuing the flow of energy so as to reform the material into a new shape." He placed the book on the table and rested his head on it, "I feel sick, that's the last time I'll be spinning."

Madame Christmas gave him a glass of water. "That's what you get for not following me," she chuckled as Roy drank his water in one gulp. He muttered thanks as he gave his glass to his aunt.

"Don't forget to update us there, Roy!" Anna, one of Madame's girls, exclaimed. She was wiping the tables on one of the booths as she continued blabbing. "I heard from the Brigadier General that your teacher has a daughter. Who knew maybe someday you two will fall in love!"

Mae, who was mopping the floor, squealed in excitement. "That is going to be exciting! I can imagine you sweeping your teacher's daughter off her feet. I can imagine you both going on dates. I can imagine you both getting married!" Roy just rolled his eyes.

"Girls, girls. Roy is still too young to be thinking of those things." Madame Christmas butted in their conversation. "You two have been reading too much romantic novels. Stop applying your imaginations to Roy and place it elsewhere."

Mae was about to reply when the bell on the door rung, and a man wearing military uniform entered.

"Oh, good day, Sir!" Anna and Mae greeted the visitor, as they continue their chores.

"Finally, you arrived. What happened to twelve noon?" Madame Christmas placed her hands on her hips, while Roy studied his appearance. He had graying hair, which was hidden by the hat he was wearing on his head. His eyeglasses shone as sunlight hit on its rim, and he was wearing an uncanny smile. Looking at the epaulets on his uniform, Roy immediately knew that he was of high rank. Beads of sweat were present on the man's forehead; he wiped away it with his handkerchief.

"I am so sorry Madame, but work got in the way," the man removed the hat on his head and smiled as an apology. He then turned to Roy. "Oh, so this must be little Roy?"

Roy narrowed his eyes. "I am not little," he said with a hint of irritation in his voice.

"Boy, that is not how you speak to strangers," Madame Christmas chided.

The man just laughed. "I like him; he's got spunk." Anna and Mae giggled.

"He is Brigadier General Grumman, and he will take you to your alchemy teacher." Madame Christmas continued. Roy looked at her, then at the man, back at her.

"Why would a military officer take me to my teacher? Is this something that the military usually do?" His dark eyes showed curiosity.

Grumman chuckled. "No, Roy. I just have some business to attend at Dorhedge as well," he answered, before looking at the Madame. "But before we go, I'd like to have a glass of whiskey, please."

Madame Christmas rolled her eyes. "Roy, put your things in the Brigadier General's car trunk while I give him his glass." As Roy followed his aunt's order, Grumman took a seat in a bar stools.

"The Tales of Woodrow City, Mismatched, Adventures of Fin and his Eight Dogs." Grumman read the titles of some of his books. "I'd never bet on your nephew being a wide reader."

Madame Christmas placed his glass of whiskey in front of him. "That's all he does every day; he keeps on reading books, and not just alchemy ones. Roy loves to read even fictional ones." Grumman smiled at her; she raised an eyebrow at him. "I know that look; I'm guessing that Riza also loves reading books."

"Oh yes, she does." Grumman drank his whiskey. "That's all she wanted as presents." Madame Christmas never met his granddaughter, but she felt as if she already knew her, since Grumman kept on telling stories. She continued on wiping glasses, ignoring the man sitting in front of her who was staring at her intently. "I also know that look, Madame. You're going to miss the boy."

Madame Christmas scoffed. "What kind of aunt wouldn't?" She tried to ignore him still, but his staring was getting uncomfortable. "What?" she exasperated.

"Nothing, I just find it amusing." Grumman replied before taking a gulp. Sensing that Madame Christmas will remain silent, he continued. "I remember when you do not want anything to do with the boy before, but Allan left him with you when he died. Now, you are treating him like your own child."

"Blame Allan and Cynthia for dying way too early." Madame Christmas replied. "The boy grew on me. He was just like his father when we were young." She looked at Roy who was enclosed in Anna and Mae's tight hug. Madame Christmas would never admit that to anyone, though. Richard Grumman is the only man she can open up about Roy. She have known him since she was a little girl, and she looked up to him like her older brother. Although they aren't as close as they were in their childhood days.

"If I were you Chris, I wouldn't worry. Berthold is strict, and harsh. But he is a caring man, and there's Elizabeth and Riza. Roy is in safe hands." Grumman placed his glass on the table and stood up. "We should leave; we would probably arrive there by nightfall."

"Well you wouldn't if you arrived here early." Madame Christmas retorted, as she placed down the glass she was wiping and accompanied Grumman in going outside.


Anna and Mae were teary-eyed.

"We are going to miss you, Roy." Anna said, as she hugged him tight. Roy was finding it harder to breathe.

"You both are overreacting," Roy said, as Mae hugged him next. "It's not like I'm going to stay there forever."

Mae replied. "But still. You might forget us, since you will be meeting new people. And your teacher's daughter will also take your time, I can see it."

"Would you both please quit-"

"When will you girls realize that Roy is still young?" Madame Christmas interrupted Roy. "Come here, boy." Before Roy knew it his aunt was also hugging him; it surprised him, since the Madame wasn't much of a hugger. He was about it tell her that she was also overreacting when she spoke. "You take care of yourself, boy, now that I am not around to tell you what to do."

He noticed Grumman smiling at the scene. "Okay, Aunt Chris. Can we go now?" he removed himself from his aunt.

"Eager, aren't we?" the Madame snorted. Grumman approached the pair and patted Madame Christmas on her shoulder. It reminded her that Roy will be fine. After Roy said his goodbyes to the three women, he left. Madame Christmas was saddened by the fact that it will be months before she will see his nephew again.


Roy spent his whole ride on the train reading. He thought that they would be riding the car to Dorhedge. It turned out that the place was farther than he had imagined. The car only brought them to the train station, and they had been on it for three hours. As much as Roy thought he should talk with Brigadier General Grumman, Adventures of Fin and his Eight Dogs is much more interesting. He told himself that he would read only one chapter, but one chapter turned into six.

"I bought that book for my granddaughter months ago," the Brigadier General started to say, which made Roy look at him. "Out of all the books Riza had, that by far was her favorite."

Roy did not know what to say. How does one talk to older people? Aunt Chris is the only older person he has talked to, and she was his relative. Brigadier General Grumman sensed his discomfort. "No need to be tense around me, Roy," the Brigadier General chuckled. "I don't bite."

"I'm sorry, Sir." Roy stuttered. "It's not that I am tense; I just don't know what to say." Are they near to Dorhedge already?

"It's fine, I don't mind. We are thirty minutes away from Dorhedge, in case you're wondering." Roy raised an eyebrow. How can this man read his mind?

"What are you feeling, Roy? Excited? Nervous?" Brigadier General Grumman crossed his legs and smiled.

What is he feeling? "I feel… normal, I guess. Maybe I am kind of excited and nervous." Roy replied, remembering the page he stopped reading and closed the book. "What about you, Sir? Do you find your uniform too stuffy for this hot weather?" He was feeling discomfort for the man.

"I'm used to it. Why'd you ask?"

"I don't see myself wearing that clothing on a hot day, Sir." He was being honest with the Brigadier General. Who in the world would be wearing long sleeves and pants during summer?

The man wasn't offended. In fact, he was quite amused. "I like that personality of yours, Roy. It's been a while since I talked to someone so straightforward. Everyone nowadays seems to be hiding something."

Including your granddaughter? Roy wanted to ask, but he didn't. Who knows maybe this man would also pair him with this young girl like his sisters did.


Dorhedge was a small town east of Amestris. Roy noticed that unlike in Central, wherein one can see military personnel at every street, here it is rare. As he and Brigadier General Grumman stepped out of the train, all eyes were on them. But those eyes were kind ones.

People here are friendly, Roy noted. They smiled at him, not paying attention on the fact that he was new to their town. There was also a cart whose driver was willing to accompany them both to the Hawkeye home. The fare here was cheaper than the fare in Central. Roy guessed that it is because this is a rural place.

The air was definitely fresher, and the leaves were greener. There was not even a sign of pollution in this place. But unlike the rural places he had read on some books, Dorhedge has electricity and, he suppose, running water. He figured that his new home was far from the other homes, since all he can see now are fields. The sky was now turning purple; he can see the sun setting behind the mountain.

"Liked the place, Roy?" Brigadier General Grumman must have sensed his amazement; Roy nodded in reply. "This is why my daughter, Elizabeth, did not want to leave Dorhedge. For here this town was paradise." Oh, paradise indeed, Roy thought. He hopes that this place also has a lake.

The cart stopped by a medium-sized house. Brigadier General Grumman gathered his baggage. This must be it, Roy mused. He followed the Brigadier General's suit and got down from the cart. Setting his baggage to knock, Brigadier General Grumman waited for the door to open.

A girl younger than her answered the door. She was a few inches smaller than Roy, and her hair was short one could have mistaken her for a young boy if it wasn't for her pink dress. What struck Roy were her brown eyes. It was a lovely shade of hazel. Rude as it was, he can't stop staring at those hazel eyes.

"Hello, Grandfather!" she exclaimed.

So she must be the granddaughter his sisters can't stop talking about.


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