Alexander Washington wasn't your typical kind of teenager, and why was that?, Well firstly he was gay, which is pretty normal in most other states apart from Virgina aparently, and his school was extremely homophobic hence, why he kept it under wraps from everyone but his parents and one of his older brothers John, Alex loved all his brother tremendously he was practically always glued to one of their sides but him and John had a connection maybe it was because they shared a room together when they were small?, or maybe is was cause there was only a one year age gap who knew?, But there was obviously something about his curly haired, green eyed, freckled, brother that made him trust him, but there was other things he'd only talk about with his other older brothers for example if someone was trying to give Alex shit he'd go straight to Hercules if he was upset or need fashion advice he'd go straight to Gilbert he preferred to be called his middle name Lafayette for some reason, 'made him sound exotic' he said.

Lafayette was also the first person he went to if he wanted to talk about his emotions, or needed comforting that was the majority of the time.

You see Alexander was sick well mentally that was, he has the full package Self-Harm,eating disorder, anxiety, depression you name it he's got it. The cause for all this?, Well Alex was bullied in middle school almost everyday because 1) he was tiny 2) he looks like a girl 3) he was a little chubby 4) he stutters almost constantly 5) he couldn't write well obviously he could write but the letters would never form correctly, he had too many words in his head too many things to say and they'd just jumble into one he still has that issue.

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Slam!

Alex sat up and groaned tiredly and ran a hand through his hair. He sat up and there was a smell of breakfast in the air, immediately felt a sudden wave of nausea from it and his stomach curled.

'please don't be sick, please don't be sick'

He inhaled through his nose and closed his eyes wishing the sick feeling away. Unfortunately, this was a common occurance.

"Alex?"

He opened one of his eyes to see his eldest brother looking back at him.

"Alex you good kiddo?"

"N-not really n-o" he closed his eyes and swallowed hard trying to keep the nausea down, when suddenly he felt a warmth wrap around him and strong arms squeezing him lightly

"Shhh, It's okay dear"

Alex snuggled into the warmth of Hercules ' chest Hercules felt him smiling slightly, nausea forgotten, they stayed like that for a while until a knock sounded on the door.

"Alexander, Hercules?" They both looked up to see their dad smiling back at them. George smiled, " boys you best get dressed breakfast is ready".

Hercules let go of him and headed to his room, and his Dad went to turn away.

"D-daddy?" A quiet voice whispered towards George. He immediately turned around his full attention on his youngest son.

"Yeah son?" Alexander felt a dip on the bed where his father sat, he hid his face in his daddy's chest and closed his eyes.

" Daddy, I-i'm n-not all that hungry" George's brow frowned before stroking Alex's head.

"Are you okay to go to school today?" the question was very familiar more so than is should be, Alex had quite low attendance since he had many days off for his mental health, he couldn't afford to have any more days off, he loved learning even if he couldn't write anything down that was legible.

"Y-yeah i-i just"

"Yeah I know son" he rubbed his back lightly, and kisses the top of his forehead. "I'll get you some porridge or one of those shakes yeah?, It'll be lighter and easier to stomach for you".

" can I h-have a shake? "

His dad smiled, "sure kiddo, you'd better get dressed you're gonna be late, I'll put your shake in a flask for you kay?"

He nodded, and as soon as his Dad closed the door he signed and walked over to his dresser to grab some clothes, he peeled off his sweatpants and the shirt he was wearing with a cartoon turtle on the front (it didn't fit John anymore), and shrugged on a pair of blue boxers, and oversized green sweater that Hercules had made him and some Gray jeans, he pushed his circle glasses on his nose (he only needed them for reading, but it was a fashion statement).

He cracked open the door, and walked down the landing, hopping down the stairs and into the kitchen.

The Washington kitchen in the morning would be intimidating to most people, John was on the counter swinging his legs eating a pancake in his hands, Hercules Laf, and his Dad sat at the table, the former two flicking pieces of eggs at each other, the latter reading the newspaper cup of coffee close beside him, His mama was washing dishes humming slightly. Alexander felt a wave of sadness wash over him they were the perfect family and he just had to walk in the fucked up kid they'd probably wished they'd got rid of at the first chance.

"Morning Alex!"

John smiled towards him his pearly white teeth on show, he hopped down from the counter and ran over to his brother swinging his freckled arms around him.

"M-morning J-John" he mumbled, Alex loved hugs no matter from who and John always made sure he had more than he needed, he buried his head inside his brother's shoulder and inhaled the scent of vanilla shampoo.

Reluctantly they pulled apart John's hands on Alex's shoulders, John smiled yet again brightly at his little brother, John's smiles were always sincere and personal Alex knew this because John always looked into your eyes when he did so and he had a different smile for all of his brother's, John was bouncing on the balls of his feet when his face twisted into a concerned expression.

"Are you okay?, Daddy said you weren't feeling good again"

John, never called George 'Daddy' in public, said he was too old for it, but literally everyone in the house knew he liked to be babied.

Alexander felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he looked at John's twisted expression, John looked a lot better when he smiled, and it was Alex's fault he wasn't smiling. His fault. His fault. His fault. His fault. His fault. HIS FAULT. such a fuck up such a fuck up SUCH A FU-.

"Oi!, earth to Alex!"

Alex looked up to see John staring at him clicking his fingers near his face.

"Y-yeah, Just ya knoww" Alex shrugged.

John pouted at him and let go of Alex's shoulders crossing his freckled arms.

"You gonna eat lunch righttt?, You'll get poorly again if you don't"

Alex bit his lip and looked down at the floor scuffing his blue sock clad feet against the kitchen tile.

"W-what I-if I don't w-wanna" Alex's protest wasn't much more than a pathetic whisper.

"H-HEY YOU can't jus-" he was interrupted by a throaty cough behind them.

"John Laurence!, leave Alex alone you know he gets sick sometimes he can't help that!, and Alexander James drop that attitude, yes- I heard that comment, and son you know you've gotta eat lunch, or I'll have to call Dr.Knox and we don't want that do we baby? Hmm? "

"No D-daddy"

"Okay baby, both of you is that understood?"

There was a small chorus of "Yes daddy"

"Okay come here you two"

almost instantly two pairs of arm attached themselves to George, (Alex around his waist, John his neck) George wrapped his arms around them both, he then kissed his little boys freckled forehead before whispering "Love you Baby" and getting a whispered reply of "I'm not a baby, love you though" and then he kissed his other little boys forehead "Love you as well Baby" "L-Love you too d-daddy".

George patted both their backs and let go of his two youngest children, only to look back at his oldest two who were making gagging motions and noise at a beat red Alexander and flushed John.

" Oi, you two stop it! " George flared at his boys slightly.

"Ooooh okay daddy!!" Gilbert exclaimed mockingly.

" I'm sorryyy Daddy" Hercules held his arms out the seventeen year old grinning.

"C-cut it o-out!" Alexander had his small fists clenched and his feet firmly planted on the floor, he felt a warm hand in his shoulder and look up to see his mama beaming at him .

"You know Hercules I happen to remember a certain incident a few months ago when you fell off your bike, and came home crying for your and I quote 'daddy' " Hercules cheeks suddenly had a dark blush upon them, whilst Gilbert,Alexander and John all erupted in laughter.

"Oh and don't think you're getting off easy Gilbert, Remember the other day at school when you phoned home sick?, 'Mama can daddy pick me up?, I'm feeling poorly!' So don't you go picking on your younger brothers you two just cause your both seventeen doesn't mean that you can pick on them when you two were just the same at their age!"

There was a mumbled "sorry ma" from both seventeen year olds

"That's what I thought now Alex!" She pushed a strawberry shake into his palm " now you drink all of that!, And you have to eat lunch okay beautiful? "

"Yes M-mama thank y-you"

"Here ya are Beautiful" She pushed a green lunchbox into his palm "put that in your satchel".

" John sweetie here" she pushed a orange lunchbox into the boys hand who immediately started dancing on the balls of his feet "Peanut butter and Jelly?!" His mama giggled a little "of course sweetie as always!" John let out a little squeak and wrapped his arms around his mama, she patted his hair softly before letting go and picking up two other lunchbox one being red and the other being blue.

She pressed the blue one into Hercules hands "Here ya are love, Ham and mustard just like you asked" Hercules smiled softly at her "ah thanks ma" he kissed her cheek softly.

And obviously she pressed the red one into Lafayettes hand "ah mama cheese and pickle?" Before Martha could even open her mouth Gilbert out his hand up and stopped her from speaking " ah mama I don't even have to ask! " he bent over and kisses her cheek.

George checked his watched "boys you need to get going!, You've got twenty minutes"

HELLO! First Hamilton fic ever let me know what you think!

Sydney xx