A/N: The lovely Eaa requested this, and I'm more than happy to oblige! I'm not sure which character they wanted, so I'll write a one-shot for various Hamilton cuties.
Jefferson keeps glancing at him sideways. Not that it bothers him, of course, but it's... unusual. The two men have an unofficial agreement to ignore each other outside of cabinet battles, so what the hell does Jefferson think he's playing at? Alexander takes a sip of his water and tries to focus solely on Washington, despite how much he wants to demand Jefferson pay attention to the meeting instead of him.
Then again, how childish would that be? "Stop looking at meeeee!" Yeah, no. He'll just have to ignore the bastard-wait, what's he smirking about? Alexander crosses his legs absentmindedly, noticing the pressure in his bladder. Jefferson giggles-actually giggles, as if he isn't a grown ass man and secretary of state to boot-and Alexander shoots him a death glare.
"And so, it is my firm belief that, if we can join together and blah blah blah..." Alexander has tuned out the president, tapping his foot anxiously. There's no doubt that he needs a restroom, but leaving in the middle of a speech would be the height of immaturity. Meanwhile, Jefferson is still watching him, not even bothering to hide it at this point. For crying out loud, what does the man want?
"This is a-Secretary Hamilton?" Washington stops talking and turns to his right-hand man with an incredulous expression. He's never once interrupted an important speech, so what on Earth could be wrong? "M-may I please, er, be ex-excused, Mr. President?" Washington starts to say "oh hell no", but then notices how Alexander squirms and clenches the handle of his chair. "I... yes, I suppose that's fine..."
He's never blushed so hard in his entire life. There's already a damp spot in his underwear, his hand is glued to his crotch, his bladder throbs, and tears are welling in his eyes. Dammit, why is the bathroom so far away?! Just as he reaches the door, there's an explosion of noise from the room behind him-applause, Washington must have finished his speech-and Alexander is startled enough to lose control. Only for a second, but it's just enough. Urine flows down his legs and gathers in a golden puddle around his feet. Alexander sniffs back tears and goes to open the door anyway-maybe he can clean up?- but then someone's hand is on his shoulder.
Jefferson smiles down at the smaller man, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Oh, dear... looks like you couldn't hold it till the end of the meeting?" "What are you doing here?" "Ah, the president just finished up. Everyone should be seeing you any moment!" Alexander shoves Jefferson's hand off his shoulder and runs into the bathroom, crying openly now, shame washing over him. God, he's never going to live this down...
A/N: In case you couldn't tell, Jefferson slipped a diuretic into Hamilton's drink. And if you want more Hamilton omo, there's a few stories on AO3- "Quid Pro Quo", "A Friend in Need", "Do as I Say", and several others.