Arthur sighed. He could he Alfred sobbing again.
He now stood, seeing Alfred curled up on the couch in a blanket.
Arthur opened his mouth to say something. He looked to the TV and sighed inwardly.
'Damnit Alfred.'
Arthur sat beside Alfred and soothingly rubbed his back.
"Talk to me, love."
Alfred let out a gross sob.
"I-I just want them to be t-together.."
"Who?"
"H-Hamilton and L-Laurens.."
Arthur pulled Alfred in for a hug and Lauren's Interlude played in the background.
"I-I even met them in real life.. All those years ago.. I thought th-that they were together until I met Eliza.."
Alfred cried more.
"I-I bet the reason he wasn't satisfied was cuz h-he repressed his gay thoughts."
Alfred cried as Non-Stop played in the background.
This was the fourth time he watched Hamilton. Not in the month, no. This was the fourth time in a row since Alfred woke up. He woke up at about 7 in the morning.
It was currently 3:30.
/I did the math with the timestamps, trust me on that/
"Alfred, I know you're upset-"
"THEY COULD HAVE BEEN GAY TOGETHER!"
Arthur sighed once again. He wondered how many times he had done that today.
"LOOK HOW JOHN LOOKED AT ALEX IN THE BEGINNING! HE DID THE SAME THING IN REAL LIFE! I SAW IT WITH MY OWN TWO EYES!"
Arthur almost made a comment asking if Alfred had glasses back then. He decided against it, not wanting to upset Alfred even more.
"Alfred, dear, do you want to go out for a bit to get some fresh air? We can just go sit in the front yard if you'd like."
"No outside. Only Hamilton."
"Alfred, you got to see the musical when it first came out, original cast and all. And now you've seen it on Disney + since it came out on the third. And I don't know how many times you've watched it since then. Shouldn't you take a break?"
"No."
"Alright, fine. I need to do some shopping, I'll be back later."
Alfred didn't respond. He only sniffled.
-timeskip to the store in the frozen section-
Arthur was now looking for ice cream for both him and Alfred.
The Brit was feeling a little down, because it felt like all Alfred was doing was watching Hamilton. The two hadn't had a good cuddle since it came out on the third.
Arthur was quite honestly feeling depressed.
"Oh, I'm just being over dramatic.."
He went on to the isle with the drinks, running into Francis in the process.
"Ah, bonjour mon ami, how are you?"
Arthur shrugged sadly.
"Attention deprived."
Francis gave the Brit a hug.
"Is he stuck watching Hamilton?"
"Yeah.."
