Disclaimer: Shakespeare wrote Hamlet. I'm not Shakespeare. The characters are a part of Hamlet. Therefore, the characters belong to Shakespeare. The manipulation of said characters, however, is mine.
The Tragedies of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark and Horatio, Sole Friend to the Prince of Denmark
Hand
Horatio's are soft at first glance, but callused and hard to the touch, just as Horatio is by his service to the Danish crown.
Hair
Having grown accustomed to discord between follicles, Hamlet now knows to carry a brush in order to disguise a meeting, clandestine or planned.
Harp (Verb)
Horatio cares deeply for Hamlet, but often wishes his lover would stop bellowing at curtains about some fancy or other.
Hallelujah
A smile or wink would have sufficed, but now, for this one moment in Horatio's arms, Hamlet would have sung an entire mass of thanksgiving.
Hat
"It should have been a crown," Hamlet once mourned to him after opening a gift from his uncle. Horatio openly agreed, but secretly thought that such raiment would only burden the prince too much.
Hate
Though he feels betrayed by all surrounding him, Hamlet couldn't bring himself to feel thus toward Horatio.
High
Elsinore was a large castle, yet there was no good place for Hamlet and Horatio to hide but the tallest tower on the castle's east side, close to the clouds.
Hold
After a hard day of sailing, Hamlet envies Rosencrantz and Guildenstern their semi-hidden physical tenderness, and wistfully recalls Horatio's hand on his arm.
Hurry
Fifteen minutes are hardly enough for even a quick embrace, but Hamlet and Horatio have learned to take what is offered.
Half
Hamlet said, "Together we are one soul, but should we separate that soul will cease to exist," and Horatio shivered, feeling a sense of foreboding.
Hole
At the site of Ophelia's grave, Horatio pledged that, should Hamlet falter and fall from Laertes' wrath, he would fall with him.
Help
Alone among his kinsmen, countrymen, and liege, Horatio stepped forward to protect Hamlet from Laertes' violence, any envy he felt toward Laertes' departed sister dispersing.
Hopeless
Horatio sighed; he was so sure that Hamlet was in fact completely sane, but then Hamlet would act so oddly, that Horatio resigned himself to that which had only previously been rumored.
Happy
Hamlet stretched out on the grass on the castle's great field, placed his arm behind Horatio's shoulders, and, in a rare twist of emotion, felt far more than contented.
Hum
Though Horatio's vices were few and his virtues many, Hamlet would always roll his eyes and anticipate Horatio's arrival once he heard a deep, vibrating, off-key noise emanating from the other end of the hallway.
Hug
Courtly practices would have taken Horatio to task for such a breach of protocol in public, but he knew that Hamlet's restlessness would not be soothed by talk, this time.
Hover
Hamlet was clearly old enough legally to act on his own, and although his lieges believed that Hamlet required chaperoning, Horatio little minded the necessary constant supervision.
Ham
Horatio rolled his eyes at Hamlet's overdramatic antics, ignoring for once the glares of the ruling couple at his indirect defiance of their order to spy on Hamlet.
Hear
Though Horatio explained the rules of quoits, Hamlet would not listen to the rules, preferring to concentrate on Horatio's smooth, low voice.
Horror
Horatio had never seen his beloved so undone, and could he himself do naught but weep after the carnage of the prince's death.
A/N: I wonder if stories like this even count as stories, or poems, or Fanfiction at all. Oh, well, it's too late now. Please review, I beg, I plead, I pray.