Chapter 15: To the city as a guy

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by Amberiso

by Amberiso

8th of June 1779

Y/N's P.O.V

My eyes slightly trembled as I opened them. I awoke on the grass near a lake where I ran off to after getting mad at John. I realized that the sunlight reflecting on the lake was the thing that woke me up. It took me a while to actually get up. My hat, which was lying beside me, was covered in some dry grass. I dusted it off and put it on.

I tied my hair back up and headed toward the place where we usually ate breakfast. It was a tent, not far from the lake. Many soldiers glared at me as I ate the tiny bit of food that was offered to me. I stayed silent from the moment I arrived until the moment I left. First things first, I had to get my bag from my tent.

But when I reached for my bag, I felt something heavy. I scrambled through my bag and pulled out a package with a note attached to it. "Deliver or follow the consequences?" I read out loud. With a very heavy sigh, I opened the package and saw countless letters from the soldiers. I groaned even heavier and tossed the package back in my bag.

"I'll just trash them," I mumbled before stepping out of my tent. Once outside, I noticed that there was an unusual number of people around my tent. Even Lafayette, Philip, Alexander, and John were in the crowd. Some looked more concerned than others. I didn't know if they were concerned for me or if their letter was going to be delivered.

I wiped my gaze away from them and walked toward the outskirts of the camp. Their stares and glares never left me. "Stupid note," I huffed and grabbed the package out of my bag again. I reread the note again and suddenly I noticed something.

The handwriting. It looked so familiar. As I tried to figure out who's it was, a certain name popped up in my head. Anger boiled within me as I scrunched the note and threw it on the ground. After that, I raised my chin and headed toward the city.

John's P.O.V

"He is pretty arrogant," I smiled and looked at Alexander. He was not even looking at me. "No, he isn't," Philip denied. "What? Are you on his side?" I asked and poked his head. "I'm not picking sides and I'm staying out of this rivalry," Philip calmly said and walked away.

I huffed and looked at Alexander and Lafayette. "Why are you so mad anyway?" Alexander asked making me groan. "You weren't there but Robin and I had an... argument," I explained. "Of course you had an argument. You drank at the bar, then you drank at my house, and then you drank at the A.T.," Alexander laughed. "My point is," He said.

"I think you offended him. Because Robin doesn't just get angry at people. You have to provoke him to get him angry. So I think you're in fault," Alexander said. "I didn't do anything wrong!" I huffed.

"Maybe try to make up with him and go hold hands in a corner as you did with Philip," Lafayette chuckled. "Oh, har, har. I'll apologize to him but you can forget the hand-holding thing," I sneered.

Y/N's P.O.V

After walking a good amount of time, I realized that I should've probably asked where the merchants were. There was no one in sight so I decided to just keep on walking until I bump into somebody.

Slowly, more and more people started to show up. I decided to stop a random stranger. "Excuse me, ma'am," I said as I tapped on a lady's shoulder. "Could I ask you where the-" "Back away from my wife," I turned around and a tall man stood in front of me. "Oh, sir. I didn't mean any disrespect, I just-" He grabbed me by the collar. "I'll shove your excuses down your throat," He threatened me. "I just want to-" I said very intimidated.

"Crawl back from the hole you crawled out of," He hissed at me, shoving me away and making me stumble and fall on my knees. He grabbed his wife by the arm and walked away. "Note to self: don't ask random strangers for sh*t." I hissed and pulled my collar back to its place.

After that little incident, I wandered around and sat down on a bench. "This is absolutely hopeless. How am I supposed to find the merchants?!" I groaned and put my head in my hands. "You're searching for merchants?" I heard above me. I sighed with a smile. 'That's right... people can hear me talking to myself' "I forgot to ask the general where to go," I admitted, looking up. "I'll escort you there," My eyes widened the slightest bit.

Of course, it was Alex.

I was about to give him a piece of my mind. Maybe punch him. But then I realized that I couldn't and probably shouldn't. "I'm Robin Scalewinds," I said and stood up to look him in his eyes. 'How can you walk around knowing that you left a girl alone in the cruel darkness' I thought as I smiled and shook his hand. "Wait. THE Robin Scalewinds? Do you know Philip Hamilton? He's my brother," He said with a grin. I smiled and pulled my head over my eyes. "Yes, he's a great guy,"

"You need to find the merchants of Washington, right? They're this way!" He said and began walking in a direction with a lot of people. "Hey! Wait up!" I said and quickly cut through the crowd. I almost immediately lost him and kept cutting through enormous crowds as I caught a glimpse of his coat. And when he did go into a less crowded area, I could only see him turning corners. "Hey! Alex! Wait!" I yelled. "You bastard," I mumbled. Once he stood still, I ran up to him and heavily panted.

"Have you ever heard of the word STOP?!" I asked between the pants. "Nope," He proudly said. "Of course," I sneered.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked. "Because we're here," He said and pointed straight ahead to a building. "I would've never found that," I admitted and looked at the building. "By the way," I sighed and reached in my bag with much dismay. "Give this to Eliza," I said and handed him three letters. "They're from your father," I said and headed inside.

As I approached the merchant, who was sitting at a table, he noticed me and immediately looked down. "Hello, I'm here to ask why the cal-" "We only take British money," The merchant said as he stood up, ready to send me back outside. "You could've just told us-" "We don't negotiate. Get out," He told me.

I knew what had to be done. With a heavy heart, I reached in my bag and pulled out a pouch. "There's enough British money in here for another 5 months," I told him and put the pouch on the table. I had put some money aside from when I was still in Britain. It was all I had. "I want the food to be delivered tomorrow or I'll come back and take back what is mine," I told him before walking out of the shop.

This day couldn't get any more uncomfortable. I still had a full package of letters. Full of rage, I snatched the package out of my bag and walked to the nearest river. I wanted to throw the whole package in so badly but I would feel so bad if I did.

So I did what had to be done. I delivered all the 92 letters in the package. Every single one of them. And I managed to remain within the time limit. The last two letters were from John and Philip and they were both addressed to Y/N L/N. I remember telling them, as Y/N, that if they wanted to send me a letter, that they should just address it to the post office and that I'd come and pick them up.

I put them back in my bag and hurried back to camp.