𝙻𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

ꪑ᥅. ᦓꪀꪮ᭙ꪑꪖꪀ

Sorry for being gone this song just unlocked the inner white girl in me

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"Dear boy, are you existed?"

Alexander laughed as John led him by his hands into the woods. "Very much so, Jack."

John could already tell the other was going to become ill. He already complained about being shakily and having weakness in his hands, something he dreads. He hates seeing the redhead so tired and feverish.

They arrived at the end of the forest hidden trees. It had a snowman that had two guns for arms and one of John's hat on its big head.

"Haha! Did you make this?" The shorter walked over to it, his cheeks bright pink.

The other was itching to the snow on a branch, picking it up. He liked the way he could slightly see snowflakes on his black miffins. "I had a feeling you would find interest in her, tomcat."

"Aw, it's a lady?" He took off his coat and put it around her broad shoulders. "She appears to be naked. Very unladylike."

He felt snow being thrown at his neck, making him shiver. He spun his head around to see Laurens smirking at him, holding a snowball. He grinned as he made his own, making sure it was stuffed and fat. He threw it at his back. They had a snowball fight for a few minutes, laughing and ducking behind trees.

The redhead held another fat one in his tiny hands. "You're not prepared for this one, dear boy!"

A shot was heard, ringing their ears. Hamilton didn't notice it until he felt warm liquid running down his legs. He looked down, thinking he had embarrassingly pissed himself. He sunk to the ground as John began to shoot the redcoats.

He saw his breath in the air, his body becoming frigid. His hands shook as he heard bullets flying in the air. He crawled behind a dead tree on his hands and knees, crimson blood staining the once beautiful shining snow. He tasted metal in his mouth while cocking his pistol.

"Hamilton, where are you!" John was backing away. Soldiers were already fleeing.

"Here, Laurens!" The taller hid beside him, shoulder to shoulder.

They shot until they were gone. It felt longer than it truly was, five years in five minutes. When they were sure they were out of the woods, they got up. Hamilton stumbled, holding his still bleeding wound.

"Oh, Hammy, my deepest apologies." He took the coat off the snowman and wrapped it tightly around his torso, the other wincing sharply. "I did not know this situation would occur."

He laughed as he swayed back and forth, showing off his ruby teeth. "'Tis but a scratch."

The taller put him on his back, his arms under his thin legs. Hamilton wrapped his arms around his neck and closed his eyes.

"Don't dread, Alexander." The world felt so hot yet frozen. "We'll be there shortly."

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".....feeling?"

"..p-Pardon?"

The nurse gave the Caribbean a look. "How are you feeling, Sergeant Hamilton? You have been in a daze for a few days as of now."

"She is correct." He grinned when he saw John's pretty face, his strong hand squeezing his shoulder. "Had me worried to no end."

His eyes sparked like diamonds. "You adore me ever so."

She cleared her throat, the boys staring at her. "He's at the library to depart, good sirs. He's cleared."

Hamilton was quick to put back on his uniform, minding his wrapped up torso. The other patted his back before lifting the tent flab. They felt the winter air slap their faces before being blinded by snow.

"No Brits this time, huh?" Alexander laughed as John huffed and covered his mouth with his brown scarf. "It is very enjoyable. The silence is good for me."

"Coming from the loudest man I've ever had the upmost displeasure of meeting." He bent down to kiss his favorite set of hands in the world.

He chuckled and stood taller to reach his head, ruffling his greasy hair. "Oh, you poor thing."

John laughed and picked his body up slightly to kiss him, snow falling in their hair and blowing in their clothes. "I adore you too much."