Best Of Wives And Best Of Women: Alexander Hamilton X Reader

~~Chapter Thirty~~

       My dear amie,

                It has been a long time since we've seen one another. About, five years, has it not? I long for the day that I get to tease you on your feelings for Alexander and to tell you about my life here in France. Adrienne gave birth to George Washington de Lafayette—his name was chosen by me in respect to the General that assisted us in winning America's freedom. Anywho, ever since I moved back to my homeland, I have experienced happiness like never before. France is the place I want to be in, but it would be better if my land was free as well. Y/N, I have to inform you that France is forming a revolution against England. We will go to war in the same manner America did. If I do not return to my home and see my dear Adrienne once more, send her a letter that explains how much I love her.

                     Au revoir, mes amie,

                                         M. de Lafayette

       A tear rolled down my cheek as I placed the letter on the desk. Lafayette is going off to war to fight for France's freedom. Sure, it will be superbly beneficial for his homeland, but there is a chance he will not come back—and he has full knowledge of that possibility. 

       The sound of a door opening rung loudly through my ears, yet it was not enough to cause me to turn away from the tear-stained letter. A warm rested on my shoulder. I did not move. I could feel the person's eyes scan the parchment paper in front of me—their hand turned cold. 

       "Lafayette is going to war." Alexander said, just above a whisper. I slowly nodded my head, an insuppressible sob escaping my mouth. He crouched down to my sitting frame and held me tight in his arms. His soothing voice shushed me as he rolled circles on my side. "He is a smart man. Soon, a letter will be delivered to us, announcing that France is free and Lafayette is alive."

       The sweet talking did not help. I know that Lafayette is intelligent. I know that Lafayette is agile. I know that Lafayette might not die. But I also know that he is my friend and it would pain me to be told that he had died whilst freeing his country. He wouldn't live to see France free. Yet, the sentiment put aside, Lafayette will survive. I have hope that he will, anyways.

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       "The issue on the table: France is on the verge of war with England," announced President Washington, "Now, do we provide aid and our troops to our French allies or do we stay out of it? Remember, my decision on this matter is not subject to congressional approval. The only person you have to convince is me. Secretary Jefferson, you have the floor, sir."

       Thomas stood from his seat and walked towards Alexander, who had done the same. "When we were on death's door, when we were needy—we made a promise, we signed a treaty—we needed money and guns and half a chance. Uh, who provided those funds?" James Madison edged himself closer to the center of the room and silently spoke, "France." He returned to his position, five feet behind Jefferson.

       "In return, they didn't ask for land," explained Thomas, "Only a promise that we'd lend a hand and stand with them if they fought against oppressors—and revolution is messy, but now is the time to stand! Stand with our brothers as they fight against tyranny." He turned to face the audience, "I know that Alexander Hamilton is here and he would rather not have this debate; I'll remind you that he is not Secretary of State!" He looked at Alexander again. "He knows nothing of loyalty. Smells like new money, dresses like fake royalty. Desperate to rise above his station, everything he does betrays the ideals of our nation." Thomas smiled at President Washington. "Hey, and if you don't know, now you know, Mr. President."

       Mr. Washington nodded slightly at Thomas, "Thank you, Secretary Jefferson. Secretary Hamilton, your response?"

       The audience on Alexander's side began to speak words of encouragement—very silently, of course. My husband looked at the floor before raising his head and smiling in a laughing manner. "You must be out of your GODDAMN MIND!" Everyone's eyes widened at the sudden outburst—including Jefferson and Madison. "If you think the President is going to bring the nation to the brink of meddling in the middle of a military mess, a game of chess, where France is Queen and King-less. We signed a treaty with a King whose head is now in a basket, would you like to take it out and ask it?" Alexander reached into an imaginary basket and pulled out an imaginary head. He turned to the 'head' and talked to it in a sarcastic manner. "Should we honor our treaty, King Louis' head? 'Uh, do whatever you want I'm super dead!'"

        Thomas began to walk towards my husband, easily towering over him. President Washington stood from his seat and wedged himself between Jefferson and Alexander. "Enough enough, Hamilton is right."

       "But, sir!" Jefferson looked outraged and confused, most likely wondering why Mr. Washington wouldn't want to help France.

       "We're too fragile to start another fight."

       "But sir, do we or do we not fight for freedom?

        Washington shrugged and raised his eyebrows. "Sure, when the French figure out who's gonna lead 'em."

       "The people are leading!"

       "The people are rioting! There's a difference! Frankly it's a little disquieting you would let your ideals blind you to reality!" He turned to Alexander as I trotted towards my husband, taking his arm. "Hamilton?"

       "Sir?" 

       "Draft the statement of neutrality." He walked away from the four of us. Alexander nodded and began to lead me towards his office—the one for the Secretary of Treasury.

       We nearly got away, however, when a voice stopped us. "Did you forget Lafayette?"

       "What?" Alexander turned slowly. Dangerously.

       "Have you an ounce of regret?" Questioned Jefferson. "You accumulate debt, you accumulate power. Yet in their hour of need, you forget."

       I stepped in front of the man with a tight grip on my hand. "Lafayette's a smart man, he'll be fine. And before he was your friend, he was ours. If we try to fight in every revolution in the world, we never stop. Where do we draw the line?"

       "Hamilton, your wife is so quick witted."

       Alexander peeked over my shoulder. "Alas, I admit it."

       "I bet she would've made quite a lawyer."

       "She helped my defendants get acquitted."

       "Yeah, well someone ought to remind the both of you."

       "What?"

       "You're nothing without Washington behind you." 

       My husband's expression turned sour, as if he had just taken a huge bite out of a green apple. He would have responded to Thomas, but the voice of President Washington stopped him, "Hamilton!"

       Thomas gasped. "Daddy's calling."