Jamilton Oneshots // Hamilton ✔️

Cabinet Battle #2 [JAMILTON]

alex and thomas work for a newspaper together. france and England are other newspapers and they're in a war to see who can make the best story. good modern au plots over here 👍
warning; trigger warning

"The issue on the table!" Washington yelled, slamming paper onto the table, "France is on the verge of newspaper war with England. Now, do we provide aid and troops to our French allies or do we stay out of it? Remember, my decision on this matter is not subject to other employee approval. The only person you have to convince is moi. Journalist Jefferson, you have the floor, sir."

Jefferson turned to Hamilton, practically spitting in his face.

"Mr. Washington. Last year, our newspaper was on the verge of shutting down. Then France helped us out of and we should help them again! The editor who helped us is dead, but that doesn't mean we should refrain from helping them! Show a little kindness, Alex."

Washington frowned.

"He has a great point, Alex. Can you do better?"

"I can," Alex replied confidently, but still with a hint of nervousness, "We cannot go around fighting with every newspaper. This isn't right. Soon, everyone will hate us. Let's do ourselves a favor, instead of France, and stay out of it!"

"Hmm..." George looked between the two, "Jefferson has a better point. I need to make choices. Can you two please leave me to my papers?"

"Of course, sir."

"Yes, sir."

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a l e x

I feel frustrated as I storm out of his office and go straight to my own office. Thomas calls after me in mocking tones, judging me, like everybody else in the workplace. When I reach my office, I crumble into my desk chair, papers flying everywhere around me.

You're nothing.

Useless.

Idiot.

Go die.

Do everyone a favor and die.

My hand reaches for the razor I keep under a stack of papers. I push the stack over.

I hate you.

We all hate you.

I hate Alex.

I take the razor.

Die.

Die.

Die.

I turn it on and begin to cut, letting the razor rip off my skin and leave me bleeding. By the time it's over, I'm a crying mess next to my office door, trying not to let anyone else in. Trying to prevent anyone else from seeing... me. Like this. Unfortunately, someone rips through the door.

"Alex!"

Thomas.

The last person I want to see is him.

I go to the corner, my face buried in my knees and sob a bit. Thomas notices, of course, and closes the door gently. He goes over to me and sits down.

"Alex?" He says again.

I turn away, groaning.

"Go away." I mumble.

In response, he goes closer to me.

"Alex, are you okay?" He grabs my arms and I swing around, hitting him in the face.

"I said go away!"

"Okay."

He walks away.

~~~

omg ew why do i keep writing angst
not even kidding the last two chapters i had a fluffy ending for and then i was like 'no! angst.' lol
also yay i'm not evacuated Anymore