𝙻𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

𝑨𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂'𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒐𝒚. ☻︎

☀︎︎

"Are you André?"

"Yes, dear Hamilton."

Dear?

With a slightly raised eyebrow, he looked up and instantly turned away, blushing. John André was by far the most beautiful thing in the world. He felt ashamed to admit that, especially with Laurens, but he wasn't lying.

"Is something the matter, dear Hamilton?" That fucking smirk was driving him mad.

"Uhhh, no, no. Just happen to have the job of watching you before your execution." He found a seat and sat in front of Andre's cell. He felt sorry for him. Such beauty should never be wasted.

"Ah, that's swell, is it not?" André sat on the ground across from Hamilton, their eyes meeting. "You have outstandingly beautiful eyes."

His dumbass couldn't stop blushing. "Thank you, An-"

"If you may, refer to me as John."

After a pause, André cleared his throat. "If you wish, of course."

Hamilton, still bashful, answered, "Of course, John." He didn't realize he was smiling.

"My my, what a captivating smile, dear Hamilton." Now André was smiling too.

"Since we happen to be on first name terms, you may possess the option to call me Alexander."

They both were blushing. "What a beautiful name, dear Alexander."

Alexander giggled like a teenage girl. André laughed at the unexpected cuteness from him, even his laugh was too die for.

Just then, the door opened again. It was Laurens, who happened to be late. He grabbed a chair and sat next to Hamilton, who had to quickly stop blushing and greet him.

"Is this the rascal of America?"

Before the offended spy could answer, Hamilton slightly slapped John's hand. "There's no need to upset our guest."

"Well well, you're being awfully kind." John grinned.

"Alexander-"

"Alexander?!" He turned to the once again smiling Hamilton. "You're allowing him to say your name?!"

"It's only right, he's allowing me to say his after all, Laurens." Alexander ruffled Laurens' golden hair, then turned to André. "John, this is Laurens." A laugh. "Oh my! You are both named John!"

The two Johns glared at each other. They both knew how gracious Hamilton was, and they both knew the other was aware of this. Laurens moved closer to the redhead, their shoulders touching. As tempting as it was to lay his head on the big shoulder, Alexander noticed André looked like a lost puppy.

"Is something the matter, John?" Laurens couldn't help but feel a tint of jealousy.

"Frightened for tomorrow, tis all." That wasn't completely true.

"Good." Hamilton shot an angry glare at Laurens, which made him look at his feet. He hates to make Alexander upset, but his jealousy was slowly picking away at him.

"I apologize for Laurens, it's only reasonable to feel frightened for something as uncertain as death."

André, knowing how to get what he wanted, pulled the saddest eyes he could make. Laurens scoffed. Anyone could smell this bullshit from a mile away. Anyone but Hamilton, who felt his heartstrings being pulled.

He whispered something to Laurens, who felt even more jealous. He knew Alexander wasn't even trying to make him feel like this, but he knew André was enjoying this. He flashed him a fucking smirk when the redhead couldn't see. That bastard.

Alexander stood up and walked up to Andre's cell. The spy stood up and smiled when he saw the keys shining in the other's freckled hand.

"If I open this cell, do you swear to not escape?" That soft smile made André nearly fall to his knees and John to glare angrily at the nodding spy.

Slowly, the door was slightly opened just enough for Hamilton to squeeze in and quickly lock it again. John had his rifle ready in just case André tried to hurt him or make a cheeky move.

Alexander sat on the bed, and André followed suit.

"I'm aware of what you've done, however, I can't help but feel sympathy for you. It may be frightening, but it'll be over as soon as you can blink."

"I can only hope."

Alexander opened his arms and hugged him tightly. André was surprised yet wrapped his arms around him. He then grinned at Laurens, who basically had smoke coming out of his ears.

After their hug, Alexander went outside again and next to Laurens. He could sense he was mad, so he too got a hug. Laurens smirked at André.

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A few hours later, Laurens and Hamilton were allowed to leave. By then, Alexander was asleep. Laurens, with the sleeping redhead in his arms, gave André a bitchface before leaving.

They both laid in bed, Laurens still holding onto Alexander and stroking his hair. Now he was all his, and that stupid British guy can't bother them. 

"You're all mine." He kissed his sleeping lips. "All mine."