Shut Up Hamilton (Hamilton One-shots)

The Gay Assassin

Alexander picked up his phone, "hey," he said into the phone.

"Mon ami, where are you? We had plans tonight," his best friend, Lafayette said on the other side of the phone, his heavy accent leaking through the phone.

"Oh my goodness, I forgot, I'm sorry," he quickly apologized.

"What made you forget?" Lafayette asked.

"I have a clingy and feverish assassin on my lap. I've been trying to convince him that a cold doesn't mean he is dying." Alexander explained.

Lafayette was confused, "wait, let me get this straight-"

Alexander cut him off, "there's nothing 'straight' about this."

Lafayette groaned, "let me get this GAY," he stretched the last word, "you have an assassin with a cold, on your lap," Alexander nodded to Lafayette's statement. "Is he your boyfriend?"

"Not really, but we are getting there," Alexander looked down at the smaller man on his lap and smiled. The smaller man hid his face in Alexander's chest, he knew that they were talking about him but he only understands one side of the conversation.

"Well, I better head home, since you aren't coming. I'll leave you and your boyfriend alone, you better tell me more later, mon ami," Lafayette said.

"Okay, I will, bye Lafayette," Alexander said.

"Bye, Alexander, je t'aime," Lafayette said.

"Je t'aime aussi, Frenchie," Alexander replied back in French and hung up the phone and set it down.

"Was that your girlfriend?" The smaller man in his lap asked.

"No, John, that was my best friend, his name is Lafayette," Alexander explained.

"Oh, I thought it was a girl, you guys sounded close," John explained.

Alexander didn't say anything, so John decided to speak up, "I'm sorry I ruined your plans."

"Don't apologize, you didn't ruin anything, we do this every week, it's a normal thing," Alexander said, "How are you even an assassin, you seem too adorable to even be able to kill anyone."

"Am not!" John exclaimed.

"Am to!" Alexander retorted.

"I'll have you know, I am highly trained and I can kill you in a second ," John said, but when he finished that sentence he sneezed.

"You're an adorable assassin."