A/N: This is being written for the 100moods community on LiveJournal. These will all be from Roy's POV, because each of the chapters are supposed to be prompted by him being in a specific mood.

I debated on whether to post this on ff.n or not, but as you can see I decided to. Instead of doing random drabbles from prompts, I wanted to actually make some sort of a story out of this. Therefore most of this will be in chronological order of his life, just hitting on specific points.

Some of the chapters will be short (like this one), some will be long.

Hope you enjoy.

- Z

The Mustang Chronicles

Prompt: Embarrassed

Basic Training

Standing at attention, eighteen year-old Private Roy Mustang blanched slightly when the drill sergeant leaned in close, looked at him, then yelled, "Well looky here! Seems we've got ourselves a pretty boy! What's a pretty thing like you doing in the army?"

Roy fidgeted, and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, the drill sergeant yelled, "Speak up boy! This is a man's army! You hear me?"

When he nodded the drill sergeant yelled, "I can't hear you boy!"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir."

The large drill sergeant laughed, then shouted, "Louder girly boy! Speak up like a man! I don't want to hear no dainty womanly responses!"

"Yes sir!" Roy yelled, feeling more than a little embarrassed, by what the tall, brown haired drill sergeant was saying.

The other man grinned. "I'm going to make a man out of you son," he said in a regular tone, then patted Roy on the cheek in a condescending manner before moving onto the next recruit.

The young, dark haired man from the East watched out of the corner of his eye as the drill sergeant went on to embarrass the next recruit, a man taller than himself with hair combed back, a small stubble type beard and funky looking glasses. This man seemed to be taking it all in stride though, and with a good sense of humor.

Roy felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment at the thought that maybe the drill sergeant was right… He knew he tended to be too sensitive sometimes. In fact, that had been one of the reasons his mother had been against him joining, but Roy wanted to help people and he thought that perhaps this was the best way to go about it. There wasn't exactly many options available in his home town, and he didn't want to be stuck working on his father's farm forever.

Now though, he was beginning to rethink his decision…