Hello and welcome, to my first shitty fanfic! As you can tell, this is a Hamilton/Hetalia story. This fanfic will kind of be historically accurate , but will mainly follow the events of the musical.
Note: I do NOT own Hetalia or the musical Hamilton. They belong to Hidekaz Himaruya and Lin Manuel-Miranda respectivly.
Alfred F. Jones was walking down the crowded street to his favourite taveran. There, he could see a young man standing in the doorway, looking for someone. Alfred walked up to him and said, "Excuse me, are you looking for someone?" The young man turned around in suprise. "Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?"
Alfred confused by the sudden question responded with a simple unitelligable,"What?" He thought about it for a minute finally placing the name with a face of the young college graduate Burr. "I'm Alexander Hamilton, I'm at your service sir," the man extended his hand for a handshake. Alfred accepted, and turned away leaving Alexander craning his neck still searching for Burr. Knowing that Burr was close by.
"Salute mon bon ami, Alfred!" The French accent could only be placed with the blond frog, Francis Bonnefoy. "Francis! What are you doing here?" The Frenchman laughed at Alfred's question, "I am here with Marquis de Lafayette to help fight! Speaking of him, he is over there with those three." He had gestured to a group of four rowdy young men. With them, included Alexander, the French officer, Lafayette, and two others that Alfred couldn't seem to make out. One seemed to be vaguely Irish from what he could tell. Lafayette beckoned Francis over, with Alfred trailing behind. "Salute Francis! This is Colonel John Laurens, tailor's apprentice, Heracles Mulligan, and Alexander Hamilton!" Francis only laughed at Lafayette's rather loud and possibly intoxicated introduction. "A young, scrappy, and hungry bunch," Alfred commented to himself. Your taxing game won't last long Mr. British Eyebrows.