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The figure stepped farther into the shadows. Peggy walked towards them, seeing the shadow in the distance.

"Who are you? Does Daddy know you, sir? It looks like you've never been around much." Peggy asked.

He stepped out of the shadows with an evil grin. "Just keep watchful eyes on your little boy toys. I've seen you all around." he snarled. "The Schuyler Sisters, the jewels of the town. The ones who will never frown." he rolled his eyes. His nametag was covered on his uniform. At least, a glimpse of some uniform. Where would it even be from? Army? Navy? What did his face even look like?

"...Girls, I think we should go now." Angelica mumbled. "There's no time to waste, let's go." she pushed them back as they all ran back towards the carriage. Their father saw them running in.

He followed them straight afterward. "Back so soon--"

"We need to leave." Angelica cut her father short.

"Manners. Don't cut your father short," he replied, a bit mad they're leaving so suddenly without explanation.

"Father, just listen to your daughters for once, please?" Angelica pulled him into the carriage as they all headed back to their home.

"What is the meaning of this?" he answered, angrily and facing Angelica.

"There was a bad ma—" Peggy began, but Y/N put her hand over her mouth.

"Market sell." Angelica interrupted. "We just got angry. We don't want to go here for a while, that is all." as she lied, Y/N hopped off the carriage as they arrived at home.

"Y/N!" Philip yelled, angry, still in the carriage as the other two stepped out.

"Sorry father." Angelica apologized as Peggy just huffed, mumbling something as she held onto Angelica's dress as they walked back.

"This is complete—" Y/N began.

"Language, Y/N.." Angelica gestured to Peggy as she just rolled her eyes.

"Sorry." Y/N looked at Peggy before turning around and walking again.

"He doesn't understand anything. It's best he doesn't." Angelica sighed.

"But he should." Y/N growled as she walked into her room.

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ALEXANDER HAMILTON

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I sat there, keeping my gun up as I looked across the barren field.

"One might say this field is empty like some of these idiots guns." one of my colleagues sneered, as he referred to the man next to him, about 36. "He would think to be smarter."

I just chuckled, trying to stay as silent as possible. Just then, across the battlefield, among the blood and corpses, a horse ran through the field.

"...Shit." I muttered under my breath, adjusting my gun as I aimed at the horse. In tremendous speed, the horse jeered to a stop upon our hiding.

A chuckle faintly echoed from the horse.

From the horse..?

CHCK-OW.

My eardrums rang as the bullet hit the horse, causing the back end of it to run around the front end in a craze.

"Spies." I huddled over the dead supposed 'horse.'

The 36-year-old man walked over to the two men who were hiding in the horse and began tending to their wounds, also digging a hole.

"What is he doing?" many whispered, some yelling at him to get out of the battlefield.

When he finished..whatever work he was tending to, he placed the bodies in the shallow hole before covering them up. He whispered something before-

CHCK-OW.

"Oh, shit.." I looked away, unable to watch. I gently turned my head to see him fallen over, bleeding out of his head onto the grave.

"He..he fucking buried them..and what does he get in return?" someone cried, sniffling. He looked to be 18 as he kept his gun up, rubbing his face with his sleeve every now and then.

Suddenly...

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JOHN LAURENS

"those fucking-"

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MARQUIS DE LAFAYETTE

"..." Lafayette held his gun down from a tower, aiming at the lake. He knew someone was there. He noticed his colleague beginning to advance forward the river. He shot his gun towards the river, in front of his colleague.

He didn't listen.

His colleague and his men charged towards the British forces, halting them in their advance, all long enough for Lafayette's forces to assist.

Gunshots rang throughout the area as Lafayette instructed his men to retreat, leaving Cornwallis and his men to triumph in victory.

The Battle of Green Spring was concluded. They could no longer fight in this battle.

(a/n: okay listen its 1 am and I'm too tired to actually know what happened bc I don't trust Wikipedia so this is all probably only partly wrong im sorry im sO dUmB oKaY)

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"Y/N.." Angelica sighed, holding Peggy's hand as they knocked on her door. "Just..come outside? Please?"

"This isn't fair. We should be able to tell our father everything." Y/N sniffled. "He's a pain in our derriere, but come on!" Y/N threw her hands in the air in defeat, opening the door.

Angelica and Peggy walked in, listening intently.

"He's our father. But he should know the things going on in our life. Someday in the future-"

"Whoa, I'm going to cut you off right there." Angelica covered Y/N's mouth. "The future is so far away. Let's live a little before becoming so attached, you know?"

Y/N looked away. "Fine. I mean..perhaps I could be just on edge due to the others being in the battle currently."

"Looking upon the future, though..that would be nice, wouldn't it?" Angelica smiled. "I wonder what we'd be like in that future, that is."

"I hope we drive flying carriages!" Peggy grinned.

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on that note..

FFMF will be getting a companion book!

The title will be Downtown: AHMS.

(A Hamilton Modern Story)

i don't kNow when it'll release what am i saying-

hope you guys liked the new chapter.

sorry, it was later than Feb 17 tho e.e

also have you noticed (that im a star) i've deleted all of the other author's notes other than the 10k?? ;)

-Mari (fluffyflerp) xx

-Sep 9, 2018 EDIT: hi. okay so, currently i am working on chapter ten but as most of you know i currently HATE my writing and i totally forgot what's happened so far in the story so isn't that so fun? i expect updates to be a little more frequent as i'm going to try and set reminders of when to update the story. hopefully every two weeks i could try. so two updates a month, basically. i'll typically update at around 3pm est if i can. but please know this new schedule is NOT set in stone at all. this is just a guess about what i will be doing in the future. thank you all for reading ffmf. it means so much to me.

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