Alexander Hamilton gazed out the small window, watching the tiny cities and countrysides below them. He was used to flying, but it had been a while since and he had almost forgotten how breathtaking the view was. Never was it the same, and he loved it.

Alexander reached into his hand luggage and found a book he'd been reading for a while now. Accidently he glanced at the man sitting next to him, a bit taller, slim of face and totally consumed by the movie in front of him. Alexander didn't like to stare, but the man had caught his attention. The film seemed amusing, because the man's thin lips were turned in a sweet smile, and he chuckled quietly.

Alex forced his eyes away and started reading. Nothing was wrong with the book, but this time he just couldn't focus for more than a few minutes. A small child was crying in the front of the air plane, and the engines created an annoying sound. Alexander was a man of short temper, and all the nosie started making him frustrated. A sudden thump against his shoulder surprised him and made him turn his head.

The man to his right had fallen asleep, and now his head rested toward Alex's shoulder. Alexander couldn't help but smile. He considered waking his neighbour up, but let him sleep. A ponytail held a huge brown wave of hair from the man's face, and he looked so peaceful. Alex dared not pick up his book again in case the stranger would wake up, so instead he turned his eyes toward the window. He was very excited to arrie in France, where his old friends Lafayette and Hercules were waiting for him.

They all had met many years ago in America, where they had all been studying. Years later Hercules and Laf had decided to move back to Laf's home country. They hadn't met in person since.

A voice from the speakers reminded them that they would soon arrive. Alexander hoped the voice would wake the stranger beside him but his eyes were still shut, and he looked like he was far away in a dream. Alex took the man by the shoulder and shook it lightly.

"Excuse me, sir... Sir? Were going down for landing." The man woke with a confused grunt.

"Turtles? Where?!" he asked and looked around, his eyes met Alexander's.

"Oh."

Alex laughed a little to his confused face, and the man blushed as he turned the movie of.

"Man, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to um... Fall asleep on you..." he said and eyed Alex's shoulder.

"I don't mind, you didn't bother me at all." Alex laughed without knowing where the words came from.

The plane landed on the airport and the passengers made their way out. Alexander lost track of his neighbour but forgot about it rather fast, he had more than enough trouble to make his way through the airport. Together with his luggage (with the American flag on the outside) he made his way out. A bunch of people had gathered waiting for their traveling friends and family, and it didn't take long to find Hercules and Lafayette among them. The two men had dressed up in blue, red and white suits together with matching hats and signs saying "Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens" and "WE WANT YOU!"

Lafayette spotted Alex and they made their way through the crowd.

"Mon ami!" Lafayette yelled and attacked his friend with an enourmous hug.

"I cant believe you're finally here!" his french accent had become broader since the last time they'd met, and for the first time Alexander loved it. Hercules almost crushed him in his strong arms, and shouted in his ear about how much he'd missed him. The company drew a lot of grumpy eyes toward them. In the middle of their hugging and laughing a voice interrupted them:

"Is it too late to join the party?" Before Alex could react Lafayette and Hercules had thrown themselves over the person and left a mess of hats and signs on the floor. Alex turned and met the new man's eyes. He froze. The man in front of him seemed to do the same, because the broad smile disapperared as his chin dropped.

"You!?"

They both stood chocked for a minute before they erupted in laughter. Herc and Laf looked very cunfused. Alexander shook hands with the man who had just spent two hours sleeping against him. "Nice to meet you, again. My name is John."

"Alexander."

"Excuse me? Would any of you like to explain what's going on here?" Lafayette exclaimed and John told them the story. Conveniently enough he left out the part about the turtles.

Part II

John's POV.

Late in the night they decided to walk back to Lafayette and Hercules's flat. Laf and Herc had promised to show them all the best night clubs in Paris, and they had taken the task very seriously. Allthough John hadn't been drinking that much he couldn't remrember how many places they had visited. Paris was beautiful both by day and night, when the city turned its dark, wild side towars them. John glanced past a now dancing Lafayette and looked at Alexander. Apparently they had met in America too, but John didn't know where or when. He was still embarrassed over what had happened on the plane, it had been less painfull if he never saw the man again, but now he found himself on a vacation together with him!

Alexander was rather short with messy black hair. His eyes were sweetly blue and framed with long dark lashes. John had caught those blue eyes staring at him a few times during the night. He was insecure if the other man felt the same thing as he did when their eyes met. Sometimes his face lit up in a smile that warmed John's whole body, like right now: when the three men had started singing loudly. John smiled at his drunk friends before joining the song.

In some miraculous way they found their way home and tumbled inside the apartment. It was messy and small, and looked like any other flat rented by young men. Clothes and dishes where everywhere, together with an impressive stack of pizza boxes. They managed to move John's luggage into the spare room, Alexander also pushed his inside. The room was rather large and decorated with dark wood and beige walls. A bed, a pull-out couch and a desk was the room's only furniture.

John cast an eye on the couch, which looked small and painfull, and the bed that seemed a lot more comfortable. He didn't want to be rude, so he started unpacking his bags and making room for himself on the couch, but Alexander laughed.

"You'll never fit there, you're way too tall. I should take the couch." He said, and John was surprised he was sober enough to reason.

"I've slept in worse places, it's fine." He smiled back politely.

"Or..." Alexander started, making John turn towars him, "we can both take the bed..." John was surprised and felt his ckeeks turn red, he hoped the dark room was enough to cover it.

"I guess that sounds... Reasonable." he said and tried to hide his happiness. John helped Alex make the bed before changing to a T-shirt he used to sleep in, of course it had the print of a turtle on the front. They slipped under the covers and an akward silence filled the room.

"I don't know of this is a weird moment," John heard from the other side of the bed, "but I have to admit you were rather cute when you slept on my arm." Alexander's voice sounded shy, and it made John feel all kinds of emotions.

"Really?" his mouth and tounge felt dry like a dessert.

"yes."

"I..." John started, surprised by himself since he was usually shy, "I could do it again, you know."

Suddenly he found himself in Alexander's arms, with the boy's fingers tangled in his curly hair. The feeling was unbelievable and a little scary at the same time, but he loved it. In the dark of night, moments before he fell asleep he heard a quiet voice beside him:

"Laurens, I like you a lot."