Hamilton Oneshots

Flan

WOW, I'm alive. Hi. I'm know I'm supposed to be working on other stories and it's been forever but yeah. I haven't given up on my other stories it's just hard for me right now. Enjoy. BTW I used Google Translate. My mom knows Spanish, but I wrote this really late one night and didn't ask for translations. This is probably not that. Like I said it might be bad because I wrote it in the middle of the night. Heh. 

Alexander was having a good day.

It was a very good day until it wasn't a good day.

He was in class. Mr. Washington had arranged a day where a few students could bring in different types of dessert because it was National Dessert Day. So when his class full of 16 year olds heard they could bring in food, everyone went all out. Alexander was happy because it meant he got food. His foster parents this time around were especially worse then the last. They barely fed him and beat him constantly. The only time Alexander ate was when his friends convinced to eat a little something. Alexander's pride would never let him beg for food.

The Schuyler Sisters brought in cookie cake, Aaron Burr brought in bran muffins(who the hell eats bran muffins, Alexander thought), James Madison brought cupcakes, Lafayette brought homemade madeleines, Jeffershit-sorry, Jefferson brought macaroni and cheese(Mr. Washington was not happy), and John brought, well, you'll see.

Alexander was having a good time with his friends. They were talking and laughing and enjoying the food. Occasionally Alexander would remember the beating he took the night before as his back would brush the chair and his back would cry out in protest. Or when the edge of the scarf wrapped around his neck would itch his jaw. Or he would remember the self-inflicted punishment as his long sleeve shirt would rub his forearms.

But Alexander pushed it away. He was fine. Until John presented his dessert.

Mr. Washington cleared his throat. "Ok, so, moving on to the next dessert. John Laurens brought in flan."

Alexander's heart dropped down to his stomach. He watched as John passed around the delicious dessert. The creamy, smooth inside. The caramel crusted on top. The wonderful coolness of it. It made Alexander sick.

Alex closed his eyes as the memories came flooding back.

5 year old Alexander sat on his bed. He sat on one of his hands while the other covered his mouth. Alexander's mom had begged him for a little peace and quiet until dinner was ready. She just wanted a break from the hyperactive child.

"¿Mami, está lista la cena ahora?" Alexander called out.

(Mommy, is dinner ready now?)

"Sí, Alejandro." His mother sighed from the kitchen.

(Yes, Alexander)

Alexander dashed into the dining room. His mother was just finishing setting the table. His brother was already sitting at the table. His dad was still at work.

"Ya que estás tan ansioso por comer, ruega por nosotros Alejandro." His mother said.

(Since you are so eager to eat, pray for us Alexander)

"Sí, Mami."

"Querido Dios, gracias por la cena con la que nos has bendecido. Gracias por ser bueno con nosotros. Por favor bendícenos con un montón de delicioso chocolate. Amén."

(Dear God, thank you for the dinner you have blessed us with. Thank you for being good to us. Please bless us with lots of yummy chocolate. Amen)

James and his mom laughed at Alexander's prayer and his plead for chocolate. Alexander dug into his pupusa along with shrimp ceviche. It was truly amazing. The dinner flew by, along with small talk here and there about the course of the day. They were too busy enjoying the food.