•In Massachusetts's house, Boston, Massachusetts•
"..."
"How many shots did you take last night?"
"Huh? Wha- Dude! I'm telling the truth!" New York practically yelled on the phone. "And I'll have you know that I stayed completely sober during last night's party!"
Massachusetts groaned angrily. Why? Because New York woke him up at 6:15A.M. For THIS.
"In case you didn't get the memo, he's dead, New York. Since the 18th century."
"No duh. Of course I know that! It's just... I don't know. But I do know what I saw!"
"It was probably no more than a figment of your imagination. There's no way that-"
Massachusetts was distracted by the sight of a man out of the corner of his eye.
"Hello? HELLO?! Massachusetts? You there??"
"Uh, New York, I-I'll call you back."
And with that, Massachusetts hung up.
•In New York's apartment, NYC, New York•
New York sighed and put his cellphone down
'Such a helpful brother...'
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•Meanwhile, in Massachusetts's house, Boston, Massachusetts•
Massachusetts's POV
I was alarmed at the sight of a man dressed in fancy 18th century fashion
looking out my balcony window.
I got up closer to the figure, ready to attack whenever needed, when he turned around and looked at me with curious violet blue eyes. I let out a gasp as I recognized the man.
"A-Alexander?!"
He smiled warmly at me.
"It's nice to see you again, Massachusetts."
'Damn. I guess New York wasn't just on a hangover after all..."
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Hetalia meets Hamilton
Fanfiction**AMAZING NEW AND CURRENT COVER WAS MADE POSSIBLE BY @nordic-queen xXx After getting drunk over the 4th of July (again), England attempts to use magic to cure the pain of his past, but instead accidentally summons America's founding fathers and fir...
