Hamilton One Shots

Heaven Part II

A/n- So since I still have no readers, I'm going to publish this now instead of waiting. This is going to be short and kinda sad! Sorry, not sorry (about what I said!) Enjoy!

Warning- mentions death, sadness

Third person- 1700's

Knock, Knock, Knock. A young woman in a yellow dress opened the door. "Hello John!"

"Hey, Pegs! There's someone I'd like you to meet!" He smiled and Philip jumped out from behind John.

"Aunt Peggy!" He gave Peggy a hug.

"Philip? What are you doing here? You're only 19! Oh, how your mother must be feeling. How your siblings must be feeling!" She started worrying.

"It was a duel." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"I thought you were smarter than that, Philip! If anyone would die in a duel I'd think I'd be Alexander!" She scolded Philip. "Come on in, guys! Make yourselves at home!"

"Thank you, Peggy!" John smiled walking in.

Phillip followed and immediately was drawn to the piano in the middle of the room. He sat down on the bench and started to play, reciting a poem he came up with.

"My name is Philip,

I am a poet,

And I'm a little nervous, but I can't show it!

Sorry, I'm a Hamilton with pride,

You talk about my father, I cannot let it slide!

I just died,

You can save lives, but you can't save mine!

I'm now in heaven,

Because George Eaker can only count to seven!

I practice French, as I'm dying, with my mother,

I'm gonna miss my sisters and my brothers!

I died trying to defend the creator of America's bank,

Un, deux, troi, carte, cinq,

I died because they offended my father enough!

Sept, huit, neuf...."

He played one last chord and a single stray tear fell on the key F#.

"Son..." John had no words for what he just heard.

"I'm not your son! I'm Eliza's son! I have no father! Not anymore!" He started to cry. His tears falling upon the keys playing a silent melody.

A/n- Sorry about the terrible ending! I wanted to include the poem, but had no clue how to end it so yeah! Thanks for reading!