"Angletterre, wha-... how did you..."
That was the cue for everyone in the room to look at England.
England just sat there looking down on the floor, speechless for once.
"I-I don't re-remember-"
"...You were drunk when you did this, sí?"
"I-I think so..."
Then the door opened again, this time revealing another man in 18th century clothing with an exhausted U.S state running up to him from behind.
"Yo, New York, dude! Whatcha' doin' here?" Alfred asked. "And who's that handsome friend you have with ya' there?"
New York glared at him. But before he could chew him out for being so oblivious to the room's mood, his little guest introduced himself.
"Alexander Hamilton. My name is Alexander Hamilton. And there's a million things I haven't done. But just you wait. Just you wai-"
Hamilton was interrupted by loud footsteps just outside in the hallway, getting louder and louder with each passing second.
Aaron smirked. "Here comes the General..."
Arthur sweatdropped. He knew what Burr was talking about and prepared himself both physically and mentally for what was about to go down.
"This should be fun." Canada said quietly.
YOU ARE READING
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...
