A day in the life of a Hamilton Fan

Crybaby Alex

Alexander Hamilton was having a bad day, to say the least. The rain pitter pattered outside, a constant reminder of his childhood memories that he could never seem to escape.

He was sitting quietly in the cabinet meeting room, not really paying attention to what Washington had to to say. Thomas Jefferson sat across from him, smirking the whole time.

"And so it has come to my attention that there are a few problems in Mr.Hamilton's debt plan that need to be resolved before we can pass it..."

A silence settled over the room as Alex waited for Washington to continue. He stared blankly at the wooden desk.

Still silence.

"This would be one of those times where your supposed to talk, Hamilton.." Jefferson retorted with a raised brow. Alexander had been acting...off, lately, to say the least. He had dark bags under his eyes that had earned him the nickname "Racoon~", and he looked sickly thin.

Alex's cheeks grew hot as he quickly stood up, causing his papers to fall to the floor. Godammit. He hadn't slept in a week due to constant nightmares, and he was finally reaching the point we're the tiredness couldn't be fought off with a cup of black coffee.

Washington shot him a glance of sympathy, as he knew what Alexander had been going through, "Mr.Hamilton, if you need a moment.."

Alex silently shook his head as he bent down and grabbed his papers. Thomas chuckled, "I think this is the quietest I've ever seen you, Hamilton!"

Washington shot Thomas a glare that quickly shut him up.

"Um, well.." Alex began while tiredly rubbing his eyes, "to begin... my debt plan would work...as a financial...diuretic....of sorts...." Alex yawned.

"But why should the south have to pay for debt that isn't their's? It's not our fault that the north is as bad as handling their debt as Hamilton's as bad as coming up with financial plans!" Jefferson interjected.

Alex bit his lip blinking rapidly as a crash of thunder could be heard outside the window. He made no attempt to argue back.

"Furthermore, how do we know that Hamilton isn't suggesting these plans for his own personal gain? How do we know that he isn't going to bring corruptness to our financial system?!"

Alex tried to control his breathing as hot tears threatened to spill.

"You will NOT cry in front of Jefferson. You will NOT cry in front of Jefferson.." He repeated to himself.

"And, if you don't mind me saying, how do we know that Hamilton is even qualified for this position? I mean, he has no political background except a degree in law, and he isn't even American!"

Another clap of thunder.

Alexander Hamilton snapped.

"LISTEN HERE JEFFERSHIT. DO YOU THINK I WANTED TO BE BORN IN THAT HELL HOLE CALLED THE WEST INDIES? DO YOU THINK I WANTED TO BE BORN INTO A LIFE OF POVERTY, WHERE EVEN NOW THAT I'VE PROVEN MYSELF, PEOPLE LIKE YOU STILL LOOK DOWN ON ME? AS IF I'M BENEATH YOU?! AS IF I'M A BUG THAT YOU ACCIDENTALLY STEPPED ON?! NO! AND YOU KNOW WHAT?!" Alex's anger quickly dissipated as he broke down into sobs, "I-it h-hurtsss....it hurts.."

Thomas stood there with his jaw dropped as Hamilton, the hot tempered know it all, broke down into tears in front of his very eyes. George shot a glare at Thomas before stepping down from the podium to try and console the weeping Alex.

Alex cried. He let everything out. Everything he had bottled up over the years, that not even his closest friends knew. He was vaguely aware of Washington trying to calm him down.

"Deep breaths, son, deep breaths..."

Alex did something he never thought he'd do before,but he honestly didn't care. He carefully picked up the papers he had worked so hard on.

RRRrrrrrriiiiiiipppp.

Once for his mother.

Rrrrrrriiiiiippp.

Twice for his father.

The hurricane.

His brother dying.

And for assholes like Thomas.

He let all his work float around him like confetti as Washington tried to wrestle them out of his hands.

He then ran out the door, tears streaming down his face.

(Hey y'all I'm doing one shots again so if ya wanna suggest one, I can do it for ya. Should get em done in a day or two after the request."