Hamilton Oneshots

Fucking hell // Leebury

im not writing more royalty aus hahahaaaaa ( IM SORRYBFOR EARLY PUBLISHING AND NOT NOTICING ITS DONE NOW )

king george and samuel are princes
lee owns a small bakery :-)

George couldn't believe Samuel had gotten sick, today was the day they were supposed to walk around town and shit talk the peasants.

He walked into a small bakery, the warm smell of fresh bread hitting his nose. Unlike most bakeries and shops around the area, there was not a spot of dirt to be found, everything was tidy and carefully placed.

"Hello? May I help you?" a boy, not older than the prince, asked, holding a smile.

"Yes, you may, what would you recommend that would be perfect for a prince?" George asked, checking his nails carefully.

"Uhm... I'm not sure, but the banana bread is pretty good," the boy said, slightly confused.

"Great, I would like one of those, on your finest platter!" George declared.

"We... we have disposable plates and that's it," the boy said, pulling out a slice of banana bread.

"Disposable? Who would throw away a platter?!" George said shocked.

"They're made of stiff paper, I don't like reusing stuff that people have touched their mouths to," the boy shrugged.

"Paper?! What kind of joke is that?" George asked.

"Not a joke, so would you like the banana bread or not?" the boy asked, holding one of those "disposable plates". George decided to give it a shot, maybe the food would be good. He handed a £10 note to the boy before walking to one of the tables.

"Don't you want change?" the boy said, confused.

"...Change? What do you mean? I just got this?" George asked.

"No, change as in money back, it's not £10, it's only £2," the boy said, already counting out the change.

"Oh, no, no. I rarely carry notes below £50, consider it your tip," George said, inspecting the food. It looked like a normal slice of banana bread. He took a tentative bite. The flavor was amazing... it was sweet and not one bit bitter, just dense enough to be banana bread and not too airy to be a cake.

"How did you make such a wonderful bread, oh my goodness?" George asked after he swallowed the bite.

"My mother's recipe, I just changed a few things, but I can't take the credit for the recipe," the boy said with a small laugh.

"If the banana bread is this good, I must know if everything else is this good!" George said, getting up.

"...Everything else? I don't have everything available, I just made banana bread, pound cake, and some French bread today. Everything else is order by demand," the boy said, looking a little confused. He looked at the door before smiling a little.

"Hey, dear," a familiar voice said. George turned around and saw Samuel facing away from him. So he wasn't sick?

"Not now, I'm dealing with a customer, you can go upstairs, I'll see you once he's gone," the boy said, holding the smile.

"Hey, I can help, I don't care if I grew up rich, I can help you work," Samuel said. Samuel turned around to look for the said customer.

"George- uh- I didn't expect to see you here," Samuel said, awkwardly.

"Didn't you say you were sick? You don't look sick at all," George said, looking at his brother.

"...Sorry?" Samuel made it sound like a question.