Requested?: No
Prompt: None
Type of oneshot: Fluff
Song Used (If Songfic): None
Reader's Relations: Washington's Daughter
Timing/AU: Hamiltime
Warnings: None (Except Angry Washingmachine)
Changes?: John doesn't die (Cause I don't like sadness)
Other notes: FINALLY, I'm updating. I am so sorry I haven't written a Hamilton oneshot in ages... I didn't have any ideas but now I do. Requests are still open but I probably won't be able to write much for the next two weeks because I have mock exams for school - damn you exams - but I will still try to write some.
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Gone to help our country, don't worry about me, Mother. Stay safe, (Y/n).
That was the note I'd left on the dining table a few weeks ago and since arriving at the camps, I'd made new friends and even developed a crush on John. However did any of the four of them know I was a girl? Nope! However, even though I wasn't stressed about whether they'd find out I was a girl, I was still stressed because I was unsure whether my father would recognise me. I knew I'd be in for a massive lecture and telling off if he knew I was here. I'd managed to go the first meeting with him without him recognising me, which I was glad about but over the next few weeks, the way I was acting, was probably starting to make them incredibly suspicious, although, John had already figured it out, but he'd promised to help me keep up the act.
I had been sitting on my bed in the tent that I shared with my friends, when the flap of the tent opened, "(M/n)! My tent, now!" I sighed and stood up following him out, my heart pumping a hundred kilometres a minute. Before exiting, I turned around to face the two men who were on the tent, John and Alex, pretending to cut my throat with my finger. I made my way to my father's tent and took a deep breath before knocking on the tent flap, "Fa-Sir, you wanted to see me?"
"(Y/n)! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
"Huh? I-I don't know what you m-mean, Sir. I-I don't-"
"DON'T DO THIS WITH ME, (Y/N)! I KNOW IT'S YOU! What are you doing here?!"
I sighed and took off my disguise, "Fine, you caught me. How did you know it was me?"
He let out an exasperated breath, "Your mother sent me a letter telling me you'd left her a note on the dining table saying you had 'gone to help our country'. (Y/n), go home!"
"B-but, I want to stay here!"
"You could die, (Y/n)!"
"SO COULD YOU! OR ANYONE ELSE THAT'S HERE! I'm not leaving until this war is over!"
