Seto'sgal29: Just a Roy centered shortie, because I love Flame so much! Enjoy!

Oh yeah and bold means flashback, FYI.

Hero

By: Seto'sgal29

Colonel Roy Mustang had spent 20 minutes with his mouth wide-open, no doubt looking like something akin to a codfish, staring at his dress uniform. His eyes were out of focus, and he felt the weight of a thousand thoughts bearing on his mind. It was a beautiful piece of clothing; its sharp navy blue coloring was perfectly complemented regal black sash adoring it. To remember the first time he had ever worn it was to remember the passion he once felt of the State.

"To die for you country, for your Fuher, its is the greatest honor, this is the calling of State Alchemist"

You, lying bastards, you lying sons-of bitches.

And then there were the metals, the beautiful metals. They gleamed garishly in the mid-morning sun. No doubt the Flame Alchemist had many. Metals of all shapes and colors. He was a hero, a hero of a great and noble war. Roy remembered wearing his beautiful uniform with his beautiful metals all gleaming in the lights that adorned a military gala.

"Is it true that the Ishbalans smell of cow manure?"

"I heard that they eat their own young!"

"Serves them right, the poor bastards"

"So Colonel, tell us about your heroism during the war, tell us Flame Alchemist."

Rockbell, Rockbell. He so wished to tell them of his heroism. He so wished to tell them of how he killed to innocent doctors, who had a child waiting at home none the less. He wanted to tell them of how he leveled entire city blocks while the Ishbalans were fast asleep. He wanted to tell them of how he held the gun up to his chin, but didn't have the drunken courage to pull the trigger.

Roy quietly slipped on his dress uniform, examining himself in the mirror. It was a beautiful, prideful garment, one belonging to a man of great power and esteem. But alas, it belonged to a drunken, lonely coward with glaring dark circles under his eyes. But to the world, Colonel Roy Mustang was a hero.

First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye watched as her superior officer cried before the grave of his best friend, the tears staining his beautiful navy blue dress uniform, his regal black sash, his radiant metals. Her heart began to slowly die as she observed the scene before her. Hawkeye's irises rose to the horizon. She prayed he knew that even heroes cry.

Seto'sgal29: R&R!