Hamilton One-Shots

5- 1799 [Part 1] (Historical)

Grab your tissues this is gonna be sad-

I'm watching a musical about an inventor, it's called Jingle Jangle it's kinda cool?

Anyways-

A door to a room opened, three figures somberly walked in. The door closed again, and light filled the room.

A lone bed sat in the center of the small room, right underneath a high window. The occupant of said bed cracked a small smile.

"H-hey dad." The youngest in the room spoke up, a forced half-smile on his lips, his face red from crying.

"Alexander...." The man on the bed chocked out, his voice raspy. "Lafayette... Come, sit with me." He broke into a fit of coughing.

"George, dear, don't exert yourself!" The sole woman ran to George's side with Alexander and the oldest boy, Lafayette.

"Martha-" George coughed again, "I'm fine... Boys, come here." Alexander and Lafayette obediently moved to the to of their fathers bed. "My sons. My wonderful, brilliant sons- I need to tell you something. Something... Important."

Alexander leaned in, grabbing his father's hand. "D-daddy?" He shakily whispered.

George smiled, closing his eyes. He squeezed Alexander's hand and opened his eyes, tears welling up. "Alex, Laf. You most likely know this already but... I'm dying."

Alexander suddenly burst into sobs, his brother staring into the distance, his cheeks wet.

"No dad! You can't go! Please! I-I need you!" Alexander choked out. George only smiled. Martha left the room, aware that her son's needed to spend their last moments alone with her husband.

"I wish I could stay but alas, the gods have other plans." Lafayette suddenly looked down.

"Père... Dad... Non.." He whispered. George smiled sadly.

"Oui. I must go. Lafayette, I love you. It took me years to get learn and get it right but... Marie Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Montour de Lafayette, Je t'aime tellement et je suis si fier de t'appeler mon fils." George stated with a thick accent. His pronunciation was a bit off, but it was French. And both his sons understood. (I love you so much and I am so proud to call you my son. )

Lafayette bit his lip, forcing his tears to stay. "Je t'aime aussi, père. Je t'aime tellement." He sobbed out. Lafayette wiped his tears away with his sleeve, but more came out. Lafayette stared at his father and couldn't stand it anymore. He ran out of the room, sobbing, as Martha ran in.

"George?!?"

"Martha, I'm-" George coughed, "Fine." He turned to Alexander as Martha took his hand. "Alex, there's something I want to give you. Martha dear, can you get it? It's in my nightstand." Martha nodded.

George coughed again right before a knock on the door. Martha ran to open it and there stood a doctor.

"I'm here for another blood letting, ma'am." He said. Martha nodded and let him in.

Alexander watched as the doctor made his way to George's bed. He slowly pulled out a scalpel and said, "This might hurt." George nodded and grit his teeth as the scalpel sliced the inside of his elbow, deep enough for blood to run freely.

Martha then shooed the doctor out, thanking his for his service, then rushed back to George, gently handing him a faded green book.

George sighed and took the book, ignoring his bleeding arm. "Alexander. I want you to have this. It was mine when I was your age, and I've kept it up to this very day. And now, I pass it on to you."

Alexander took the book, resting it on his palm as he opened it to the first page, yellowed with age. The first words on the page, in messy handwriting, said:

'Journal of George Washington

LAWRENCE DO NOT TOUCH!"

Alexander looked up. "This... This is you..."

George nodded, his breathing becoming shallower. "Yes, this is my journal. Treat is well." His eyes began to dim slightly. He coughed. "And now... My *cough* time is coming to an *cough* end." George took a deep breath.

"No, dad!" Alexander sobbed, hugging George's arm.

"I'm sorry, son." George gasped out, gripping Martha's hand.

"I love you." His voice was thick with emotion.

"I love you so much." All three were crying now.

"B-Both of you..." George struggled for one last breath.

"I am happy to die in the country I faught for, the country I love, with those I love around me. G-goodbye, my sweet... Land of liberty." George's eyelids grew heavy, as did Alexander's and Martha's tears, as he choked out his last words.

And just like that, America's greatest hero grew limp, his body cooling rapidly, blood still trailing down his arm.

Alexander covered his mouth and sobbed as Martha let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"C-call me son... One more time..." Alexander whispered through his tears, holding his late father's journal close to his chest. "I love you, dad..." He cried out, sinking to the floor, trying to deny the fact that George Washington had died.

"Je t'aimerai toujours, ainsi que le pays que nous avons défendu. Et je garderai toujours votre histoire vivante. Vous m'avez dit un jour: 'Vous n'avez aucun contrôle sur qui vit, qui est mort, qui raconte votre histoire'. Eh bien, je le ferai.. Je te le promets, papa." Alexander whispered, standing up and rushing out of the room with these final words:

"I have so much work to do."

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Welp uh...

Also here's the big paragraph in English. I used Google translate so it's probably not completely accurate.

"I will always love you and the country we defended. And I will always keep your story alive. You once said to me: 'You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story.'. Well I will .. I promise, daddy."

Oh and his funeral is next-

I'M SORRY