It had been a mere week since you had arrived in New York, and since then your brother had scarce left your side. As soon as your ship had docked, Gilbert had raced onboard, sweeping you into a tight hug.
Flashback
"Oh, Ma sœur (Y/n)! Oh come tu m'as manqué! Bienvenue en Amérique!!" (oh, my sister, (y/n)! Oh how I have missed you! Welcome to America!) You laughed, hugging your older brother with equal enthusiasm, patting his floofy ponytail. "Ah, Marie! C'est super de te revoir! Comment avez-vous été?" (Ah, Marie! It's so great to see you again! How have you been?) Gilbert pulled back, "(Y/n), how many times must I tell you to not call me that?" You smiled, in his time away Gilbert's accent had lessened.
"I only do it because it bothers you, brother. Come, let us get off this awful ship and to land."
End flashbacks
Now here you were, wearing a beautiful dress, colored your favorite shade of dark red and black, preparing to go a ball with the revolutionaries.
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You excitedly did your hair in loose curls, donning black gloves and a dainty silver necklace, then heard the knock signifying your brother was ready to leave. You opened your door to see him standing in his soldier's uniform, waiting for you.
"Oh, Gil, you look magnifique!" He flashed you his signature grin, "And you look beautiful, (y/n). We should go, I cannot wait for you to meet mes amies!" Happily following the energetic man, you soon arrived at the ball. Gilbert led you across the room to where a tall broad man with dark skin stood, "General, if I may, I'd like to introduce ma sœur, (y/n). (Y/n), this is General Washington." You curtsied, smiling at the man, "A pleasure, General." He bowed, "The pleasure is mine, Madam Lafayette." You began to speak more but were interrupted by your energetic brother pulling you away, to where two men around the same age stood.
"Alexandre! Hercule!" The two turned, grinning as they saw the boisterous Frenchman. One, with a low brown ponytail and brown eyes, clasped his arm, "Lafayette! Who is this beauty you seem to have captured?" He flashed you a flirtatious smile as you curtsied, "I am (y/n) Lafayette, Gilbert's sister." The young man bowed, catching your hand in his own and kissing it lightly.
"Alexander Hamilton, at your service." Gilbert cleared his throat and the other man laughed, throwing his arm around Alexander's shoulders.
"Be careful, Alex, our French friend may not like you flirting with his sister. I am Hercules Mulligan, m'lady, a pleasure." He gave a sweeping bow, causing you to laugh, and then the two turned to speak to Gilbert. You weren't much for socializing, so you remained near the trio, but soon grew bored of their conversation. Tapping Gil on the shoulder, you softly muttered, "Je vais dehors pour un moment." (I am going outside for a moment.) You got a nod in response, then turned and strode out the door, making your way down the steps, signing as you leaned against the pillar. You fanned your heated neck, enjoying the cool night air, and gazed up at the stars, which were so different from the ones back home.
"How much, gorgeous?" A gruff slurred voice snapped you out of your trance and you looked to your left to see a drunken older soldier leering at you.
"I'm sorry?" He grinned, "How much, sweetheart? They sent a pretty one out tonight." You stepped back as he reached to touch your face, frowning.
"I do not know what you mean, sir. Please leave me alone." You started to turn away, but his hand caught your arm, pulling you back against him. His alcohol stained breath assaulted your nose as he sneered, "You know what I mean, girlie. You got the colors, now tell me how much you cost, whore."
You struggled in his arms as he gripped you tight, "Please, unhand me. I am not for sale! I do not understand your colors, please." He leaned in, growling, opening his mouth to speak, but was suddenly pulled off of you.
A gentle voice sounded, "Hey, leave her alone! You heard her, she doesn't understand! Get lost!" The owner of the voice stood between you and the soldier, his curled hair pulled back into a ponytail. He turned to you, his brown eyes gleaming with concern, and he stepped towards you.
"Are you alright, miss?" It took you a moment to respond, having been transfixed by the spattering of freckles across his face and gorgeous eyes. "Miss?"
You blinked, "Oh, uh, oui, I am alright. Merci, sir." The man smiled, and the world seemed to stop as your heart skipped a beat.
"Good. And it was no problem, I saw a pretty girl who needed help, and could give it." You blushed, tucking a curl behind your ear.
"I should return, my brother will be looking for me." You glanced towards the door, and the man, who you now realized was also wearing the blue soldiers overcoat, extended his arm.
"I'm heading in myself, I'll accompany you. My name is John Laurence, what is yours?"
You placed a hand on his arm, "(Y/n)-Anne Jean Francesca Lynne Gabriella du Motier de Lafayette." John's smile dropped a bit, "Laf is your brother?" You nodded, smiling as you walked back into the ball, "Oui, he is my older brother."
Just then Gilbert came rushing up, "(Y/n), there you are! I was becoming worried. I see you have met John." He gave your new friend a sharp look, and John released your arm.
"Gil, John has just saved me from the most awful man. He seemed to think I was a...fille de la rue..." (street girl). Gil's mouth dropped, "Why would he think this? You are not a prostitute! Where is this..." he trailed off into a muttered string of French cursing, and John held up a hand.
"Her dress, the red. Here that signals that a girl is a prostitute. I'm sure it's different in France, but you might wanna avoid wearing it here." He gave you a small smile, "Although you do look beautiful in it."
A blush rushed to your cheeks, which you quickly hid by looking down, "Merci, John. Would you like to dance?" Just before he could answer, Gilbert placed a tense hand on your shoulder, "I actually think it is about time to leave, (y/n)." You looked up to see him staring at John. You sighed, "Alright. One moment." You stepped towards John, quickly grabbing a quill and paper from a nearby table and writing down your address.
"Will you write me?" John smiled again, "Of course." You returned the smile, then quickly kissed his cheek.
"Thank you for saving me, John. I await your letter."
A/N
Yo yo yo first one shot and holy crap it's long. Lemme know what ya think, requests are also currently open! Also lemme know if you'd like a part two to this 😆
