George Washington was handsome. King George found this out when he visited for a meeting. Things don't go the way he expected. Maybe he has a thing for the president. And maybe he doesn't know if he should run with it or not. He's the president, he must have a wife or something, right? The king just wants to find someone he loves.

"I thought I said not to cause any trouble, my dear." George chimes, playing with something in his vest pocket for a moment and I bite the inside of my cheek. "Your majesty, just because we made it to England doesn't mean I'm giving up." My gaze falls to the floor. "I'm still going to try everything in my power to get back home." I say, looking back up at George with a saddened expression. "I'll never give up, lose hope. Not until you forcibly place that crown upon my head come coronation day." George chuckles softly. "Oh really?" He says, walking in front of the desk. "We've been a little disobedient today, haven't we my dear." He chimes and I take a small breath as he slowly walks forward and I step back slightly. I swallow, "Disobedient?" I question softly as I lightly bump into the bookshelf behind me. "Your majesty I've told you, I don't belong to you..." My voice trails as he steps closer, closing the gap between us as he stares at me. I feel my back press up lightly against the bookshelf and hesitantly go to step to the side, jumping slightly as George quickly places his hands on the bookshelf either side of me, trapping me in place. I bring my hands up slightly, nervously playing with my fingers. "Your majesty..." "Do I intimidate you my love?" ~~~ Everyone was tense as the days ticked down to the day we would sign a peace treaty with England. The only thing (y/n); a 19 year old girl who had a fondness for baking and art, was worried about was making sure her bosses bakery was prepared for when the king arrived. Through her shy and introverted ramblings she tries her best to be nothing but kind to the king in hopes of making a good impression for her boss's sake, but what if she shows a little too much kindness in front of that certain king, unknowingly setting off a chain of events that would change her life forever. HR~ #1 kinggeorge #2 forcedlove #1 slowpaced #30 england #1 hamilton #1 longchapters #9 undiscoveredjems #2 jonathangroff #1 musicals

(YN) Washington, was a great fighter. She was loved by the rebels and fear by the British army. To General Washington though, (YN) was his younger sister. I do not own anything. I found the picture on Google and I definitely don't know Hamilton.

King George III had an eye for a certain girl in Manhatten, things are going to get a little crazy after they meet face to face. #4 in #Kinggeorge 11/22/18 ART IS NOT MINE AND I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS/PEOPLE THAT ARE IN THIS STORY!! currently editing ✏️

You have been living in Great Britain with your genius uncle and his spoiled child since your parents died. Your uncle was a scientist, always making inventions here and there. One that intrigued you the most was his latest invention, a time machine. Though, it worked as planned, it contained errors that your uncle hasn't fixed yet. You are sent back to 1776 to test the machine. But something went wrong with the program. Will you ever get back to your own time? Will you make friends or fall in love with historical people?

Your brother Hercules is an excellent tailor and you are an excellent seamstress. While he was away some British soldiers burst into the shop you are working at.

Completed --- Confused, I reply "I'm not royal-" I cut myself off as the weight of the incident dawns on me. "King George Frederick The Third of Great Britain and Ireland." I sighed as a heavy blush rolled over my cheeks. I slowly raise my head to make eye contact with this man. I shamefully flick my eyes between his and the floor. "People normally introduce themselves, however, seeing as you have done it for me you may do it for yourself too. Who are you?" ---

"Lieutenant, speak when spoken to-" He choked when he got a glimpse of my face. "Yes, George?" "W-What in all things holy are you in military attire for?" He struggled to gain graceful composure, slowly falling to his knees beside me. "I think I have already told you sir, I do not thrive in dresses." "So you stole that uniform." "Precisely, except 'stole' is a harsh word. I would prefer the word 'borrow'." I smiled at him. ~~~ Thank you for your interest in this book. Yes, it's another King George x Reader book. I hope that I don't bore you that bad with it. Disclaimer: I do not own Hamilton or any of its characters. I only came up with the plot. ***LMAO this is some shit I wrote as a junior in high school damn this is old.