How does a ragtag volunteer army in need of a shower
Somehow defeat a global superpower?
"Wait, what?" Washington muttered, eyebrows scrunching together in confusion.
How do we emerge victorious from the quagmire?
Leave the battlefield waving Betsy Ross' flag higher?
Yo, turns out we have a secret weapon
"We do?" Mulligan asked.
An immigrant
"Hamilton?" Martha guessed.
You know and love, who's unafraid to step in
He's constantly confusin', coundfoundin' the British henchmen
Ev'ryone give it up for America's favourite fighting Frenchman
Lafayette!
"Ah, makes sense," Martha nodded, Peggy humming in agreement.
I'm takin' this horse by the reins makin'
Redcoats redder with bloodstains
"A bit graphic," Eliza said.
"It's a war, Ms. Schuyler, what do you expect?" Washington asked. Eliza nodded in understanding.
Lafayette!
And I'm never gonna stop until I make 'em
Drop and burn 'em up and scatter their remains, I'm
Lafayette!
Watch me engagin' em! Escapin' em!
Enragin' em! I'm-
Lafayette!
I go to France for more funds
Lafayette!
I come back with more guns
And ships
And so the balance shifts
We rendezvous with Rochambeau, consolidate their gifts
"We'll forever be grateful for the aid France gives us," Washington murmured as he held his two sleeping boys closer to him.
We can end this war at Yorktown, cut them off at sea, but
For this to succeed, there is someone else we need
I know
"Who?" Philip asked.
Hamilton!
"Father!" Philip sang along, quietly since his father and uncle were asleep. Angelica, Peggy, and Martha awed whilst Eliza glared. That was the son she was supposed to have with Alexander, not Esperanza.
Sir, he knows what to do in a trench
Ingenuitive and fluent in French, I mean-
Hamilton!
"Father!" Philip sang along.
Sir, you're gonna have to use him eventually
What's he gonna do on the bench ami?
Hamilton!
"Father!" Philip sang.
No one has more resilience
True, Washington smiled as he looked down at the 5"5 man in his arms. No one has more resilience than you, son.
Or matches my practical tactical brilliance
Hamilton!
"Father!" Philip sang again.
You wanna fight for your land back
Hamilton!
"Father!" Philip sang once more.
I need my right-hand man back
"I'll need my right-hand man back," Washington murmured along.
Ah! Uh, get ya right-hand man back
You know you gotta get ya right-hand man back
I mean you gotta put some thought
Into the letter but the sooner the better
To get your right-hand man back!
Alexander Hamilton
Troops are waiting in the field for you
So I do end up giving him command, Washington thought sadly. You better not die on me son, and you better not die on my wife or your son.
If you join us right now, together we can turn the tide
Oh, Alexander Hamilton
I have soldiers that will yield for you
If we manage to get this right
They'll surrender by early light
The world will never be the same, Alexander
When the song had ended, the Virginian general held both the sleeping boys close to him in fear he was going to lose them. There was a reason why he hadn't given Hamilton command. He had made a grave mistake when he was first given command, losing the lives of many in his battalion, and he didn't want that to happen to Hamilton. Or worse, for him to be amongst those who lost their lives from the battalion. He had never told anyone about it, so there was no wonder why the boy was confused as to why he wasn't given command yet when Washington always seemed to nearly give him command before second guessing himself.
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FanfictionThe characters from The Lion and His Lioness, as well as some characters from For Once We're At Peace, react to Hamilton: An American Musical (but it's not the one we know, it's the play from the book, with Esperanza Washington-Hamilton in place of...
