How To Tell || Philip Hamilton x Reader

Why Hello There, Beautiful || Un

Hello my Hammies❤️ Welcome to my Pip x Reader book. All the art I use in this book, I give credits to the artists, their work is beautiful. Anyway, let us begin!

Y/N's POV

I could be American Royalty.

Well, not completely. I am Y/N Martha Washington, George Washington's proud daughter. (For visuals I'm going to give you a look, but you can choose eye color to make it more like you.) I have frizzy brown curls and a tan complexion, which I get from my father. I call him Baldy since he said not wanted to regrow his precious, curly locks that he had as a child. I have (E/C) (Eye color) eyes, and a beauty mark on my left cheek. Thus, I was adored because of my looks, and my status.

Today was Sunday, and Papa had an important meeting at the Hamilton's estate. Mama had requested a carriage that afternoon in town. Usually, Mama and Papa would take me to get a new ribbon every last Sunday of May. But it was okay, I was going to meet a new friend. I had just finished schooling (Yes, I am a very lucky lady. My papa's servants- well, they are more like friends- help me. I know a wide vocabulary indeed.) for the day, Papa wants me to be the best I can achieve.

I could hear the trotting of a horse.

Mama stayed home. She had to finish helping our servant, Anita, sew new cushions. Anita kissed me away, so did Mama. Papa and I stepped into the carriage, made ourselves comfortable, and we were on our way to the Hamilton estate.

- Timeskip brought by the beheading of Anne Boleyn.-

I saw the family home in the distance. The roads were bumpy, but I guess it was no big deal. I decided to wear my favorite, most prettiest dress, since Papa said there would be a boy my age there. Although I'm only five, I want to be cute for my potential soulmate. (Little did she know.)

We stepped out of the carriage when the horse slowed to a stop. My Papa helped me out like a gentle.. gentle.. gentleman! Right. He took my hand into his big ones and I giggled. We stepped up to the door and he knocked. there was light muttering ringing from the inside, and then, the door opened. At first, I didn't see anyone? Then, I looked down to see a quaint little boy with frizzy hair that matched mine. He had freckles everywhere, framing his face, like a paintbrush was flicked onto his face with brown paint, like how people make stars in their sky paintings. He had a lighter complexion and shiny hazel eyes. "Pretty," I grinned, and he cocked an eyebrow.

"H-Hello!" He blurted out, snapping out of his stance. I could hear a voice from inside. "Welcome to the Hamilton household-" A woman's voice said in a whispery-like tone. He repeated her words, staring me straight in the eyes. He finished his introduction and we all came inside. A woman with shiny black hair and a blue, wispy dress was yelling up the stairs. "Alexander! Mr. Washington has arrived," She yelled. "Okay, okay!" The man called Alexander stepped out of the hallway with his hands up in defeat. I then focused on the little boy who welcomed us in. He seemed to notice, a pink blush spread about his cheeks as he said, "Hi, I'm P-Philip..!" I chuckled at his statement. I let go of Papa's hand as he stepped over to talk to the adults.

"I'm Y/N." I smiled confidently. "Hi Y-Y/N~" He giggled.

"Do you have any games here? Or maybe some toys?"

"Yeah! Wanna see my room?"

"Sure!"

He grabbed my hand, which made my face go fuzzy, and we rushed up the handsome oak stairs.

He led me into a light green room, with purple lilies splattering the green all over like dots. There was a bed with lilac covers that matched the flowery pattern on the walls. 'Welcome to my room," He grinned proudly, when a little girl- maybe about three for four- (I did the math, since you and Philip are the same age, you were born in 1782, Angie 1784 which makes her 3, and Alex 1786 which makes him 1. James I would put in but he wasn't born until 1788, and according to my math, it's 1787 so Eliza is pregnant I guess.) burst into the room screaming- "PIPPY!" She had a yellow dress with a white ribbon around her waist and teensy black shoes. "Angelica!" Philip whined, grabbing a copy of the paper and slamming it atop his sister's head.

"Ouchie!" The girl called Angelica said, turning to me and saying— "Mmmm, who are you?" I giggled. "Y/N Washington!" I kneeled down to her height. She was maybe a foot shorter than me or so. "Ooo, are you Pip Pip's girlfriend?" She sneered. I felt my face go all tingle-tingle again, and Philip went completely red. "You should be helping Ma watch A.J., you scoundrel!" Philip stamped his teensy foot which made Angelica dash out of the room. I stood back up and walked over to the tomato. I grabbed his cheeks and stroked his nose like you would do with small babies, trying to get them to shut up and sleep. He just got redder and redder, like a pouch of TNT. He scooted away and I giggled.

"Y/N, do you like poetry?" Philip asked me hopefully.

"I really do, Philip." I smiled. "I even wrote a piece myself, wanna hear?" He nodded eagerly. I stood on his desk chair and recited one of my favorite poems. "The princess atop her castle, a prince will be agaze. For not a kiss will wake her heart, but a act of true love shall remain. She must allow you to enter her domain, while the prince will peck her, re-awaken her brain." (That was just a random Free Verse poem I made super fast. Being a poet myself, that was one of the worst things I have ever written.) Philip grinned. "I have a better one that that, Y/N." He said. I giggled. "No way!" He got on his bed and recited a Haiku. "Trees dance in the wind, my heart stops at the beauty. SHAKE! A leaf falls down." (That was one I wrote myself ;P) "Impressive, but you could never beat—" "Y/N! PHILIP! DINNER!" We looked at each other and grinned. I stepped off the chair and Philip repeated after me, off his bed. He opened the door when I reached its presence, although he had a tad bit of trouble with reaching the doorknob. "After you, Miss." He said in a grown-up voice. "Thank you, kind sir," I said in a snooty, grown-uppy voice back.

He followed me out and we gathered downstairs for lunch.

- Word Count 1170 (Not including the summary end) -

Thank you for reading! This was so fun to write, I wonder where you'll go with sir Pippers the great!