Hamilton Modern Day AU (Lams, Mullette, Jeffmads, Kingbur, Leebury, ect.)

Part 23

(Mmmmm burritos are good)

(omgoodness we need more Seabury like wow)

(~Seabury's POV~)

I looked over at Charles. I was going back to Britain, and he didn't know yet. To be honest, I couldn't believe we even got this close. "Charles?" I ask quietly. He looks over to me and nods, his hair flipped neatly to one side. "U-uhm, I have something to ask," I added.

"Really? Me too. Can I go first?" He responded quickly. I hesitated and then nodded. "O-okay, now I know it's stupid and cheesy and gross, but will you date me?" His face turned a shade of light red and my heart cried.

I should say no. I've got to say no. I've got to say no to this. "Y-yes!" I said, and we hugged. Charles quickly glanced around and straightened his hair.

"U-uhm... we'd better get going. Did you hear about how Thomas and Madison got beat up at that bar a while ago?" He asked, walking. I nodded. "I knew the guys who did it."

I hesitated and stopped walking. "Who was it? I mean, I've wanted to beat up Thomas but no one should ever want to hurt Madison. From what I see and hear he's sweet and quiet." I said, nothing making sense.

"The person who did it wasn't drunk." Charles paused as if trying not to cry. "It was my brother. He wasn't drunk and he still did that. He's the leader of a gang. He kills people all the time." He looked away from me.

"Charles, it's okay. They're both alive. I mean, that's good." I tried. (oml guys there's an au called hamiltots where their childreN OML ITS SO CUTE)

"But I saw Thomas and Madison. They looked really bad. I know I'm mean and cold, but oh my God, they about tore me into pieces with guilt." I stepped in front of Charles and used my hand to awkwardly make his face be facing mine. (guys I found out Lee loved dogs )

"It's not your fault, Charles. It's not. They'll be fine. I'll have the king go after them." Charles looked at me for a few seconds, confused.

"The king? What do you mean?"

"O-oh. I-I, I had a ticket to Britain. B-but then you wanted me to date you and I did too, and so I-I forgot! I'm so sorry!" I cried, reaching for his hand as he pulled away sharply.

"How could you. I open up to you and I love you and you go and leave me!" He snarled, his eyes glittering with rage.

"Charles!" I cried as he stomped away. "Y-you know what, fine! I don't need you or stupid America! I love the king anyways!" I yelled, immediately regretting what I had said. (guys I really want to ship him with Charles ugg GGG GGG)

I raced down to the airport and hopped on the plane. I watched as America became small, and I felt like I had left a piece of my heart behind. Why'd I say that? Why'd I want to come back to Britain? No, the King will make it all better. I'm simply going back to the love of my life, Georgy. Screw those Americans.

I walked into the throne room quietly. The soldiers had recognized me instantly. But when I walked in and saw Georgy reading a book, he looked so adult-like and kingly. Nothing like he was before. I hesitated. "Y-Your majesty?" I said.

He put down his book and flew over to me, hugging me. "It's still Georgy, silly! Wow, you're so much taller! And dangerous-looking! Tell me about everything!" I smiled. He was back to his childish personality, the thing I loved the most.

But when Georgy smiled at me, I wished it was Charles who was smiling at me.

"S-so, uhm... I read the notes you gave me a few times but all of America didn't hear me. P-probably only twenty people did." Part of me hoped he would forgive me, the other half just have him tell me I'm a failure and send me back to America.

"Oh, that's okay! Yeah, I didn't even like those ones. So I wrote more! So I hope you liked America!" He said, and my heart fluttered. I would go back to America! Georgy forgave me! "Annnnnd I'm comin' too!" My heart sank a little. If he saw me with Charles he'd never forgive me.

I gave him a fake smile and we headed towards the Royal Airport and flew to America.

(Washington had 17 pets and Martha (his wife) had a parrot like oml. And then Thomas had two briards (so fluffy) from lafayette from France like oml)

(i want to continue with the Seabury stuffffffffffff)

(its my fanfic I shall write what I want fudge off I love Seabury)

When we arrived in America, Georgy grabbed my arm and we started running, well, more or less, since Georgy was wearing his royal clothing() and that made him either slow down or trip. Honestly, I felt so small next to someone so regal and tall. All the Americans looked away from us, and one or two bowed their heads in respect.

"Ay, look! It's the British brat! And an overdressed wannabe!" Someone yelled. Uh-oh. (crap it cant be Thomas cuz he's in the hospital with madison oh crap) I didn't recognize the voice but Georgy smiled and walked over. It was a guy who looked kinda like Charles, and a few other men stood around him.

"G-Georgy, I know those guys, we shouldn't fight them right now." I tried to make him stop but he simply waved his hand at me in dismissal. I couldn't stop him.

"Hello! My name is George. King George to you peasants. I come to tell you that you shall come back to Britain under my rule, or suffer." George's voice was exaggerated and dangerous.

(Seabury hrbhejwvfj word count: 982)