Hamilton's POV
"HIT OR MISS?"
"Hey. Screaming boy. I'm here to help you." Hmm... He looks familiar.
"Do I know you?"
"Yeah. I'm Govern-"
"Kool. Thanks for undying me. Bye." *falls* I haven't walked it what feels like years!
"Let me help you." Ugh can't this old, one-legged man see I don't want help!
"Fine."
"Come on. I'll get you out in a jiffy." Jiffy? And I thought I was saying weird stuff.
Time skip
"Here we are. I better turn you over to the general."
"Son?"
"Hi." What? Does he not recognize me?
"Thank you Mr.,"
"Gove-"
"Yes. Anyways, thank you for rescuing him. As you can see, I was about to get him myself. Goodbye, sir."
"Mr. Washington, have you been avoiding me?" I've wanted to ask this for a while. Does he still love? Did he ever?
"No! Never! It's just, the war is almost over, Alex. So just stay safe in there and everything will be fine." I don't know why, but I trust him.
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YEETMAS
Fanfictiona story that will make you yell "YEET" (it will last longer than Christmas)
