Roommates - Hamilton Modern AU {Completed}

Chapter 22 - Mrs. Washingmachine

John picked it up, immediately noticing the cross on the front. "John? What is it?" Alexander asked, "A letter," "No shoot!" Philip shouted from across the room. "Who's it addressed too?" John looked at the front and back, he carefully opened it, "No particular name," "Oh,"
"Dear Mr. Washington, we are very sorry to inform you that your father, Augustine Washington had passed." John said, he quickly closed the letter, "We got the wrong mail." "Who's mister Washington?" Philip asked, busy playing with his soldiers. Alex shrugged, he was just as clueless as Philip. "There has to be at least a address." "It's on the corner." John said, pointing at it.
Alexander nodded, "This, Washington lives in the building next to us." John grumbled, fumbling with the keys, "Come on Philip," Alexander said, cradling Philip in his arms. Philip nodded, continuing to play with two soldiers he snatched up. "Pew PEW! Hurry mister Jackson! Groff's soldiers are ganging up on us!" Alexander chuckled, "I'm Miranda," "Who?" Philip asked, "Uhm- Jackson's right hand man." Philip giggled. "Let's go!" Alexander and John walked/wheeled out, carrying Philip with them, they went down the building while making bomb, gun and ship noises.

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Philip giggled, "I wanna ring the doorbell! Can I? Please?" Alexander smiled, bringing Philip within reach, "Go on ahead." Philip pressed it, then pressed it again. And again, before you know it he's spamming the doorbell. John cringed, "Alex,"
"Okay that's enough, my ears are bleeding," Alexander said, taking Philip away from arm's reach of the darn doorbell. "Coming!" A feminine voice called from inside. A pretty lady opened it, she had a graceful but intimidating figure, if that's even possible.

"I'm very sorry but, do I know you?" She asked, "Are you Mrs. Washington?" "Yes," She said, her eyes trailing to Philip, "Oh! What a cute child. Is he yours?" She changed the subject, John blushed red.
"We're babysitting him!" John squeaked. "Oh, well, you sure do look alike," Alex handed her the letter, her face paled. "Th-thank you," She disappeared through the doorway, "George?" "Yes dear?" "There's a letter for you (FRoM SouTH CaRoliNA)!" Mrs. Washington returned, "Thank you for your service, have a good day," "I wish the same for you," Alexander said, (I have no where else to turn) the three returned to their building.