Chapter One:

Start to an End

Alexander Hamilton.

That name rang through his head as he watched a young immigrant hop of a boat from the south seas. He was so young, barely looked old enough to make such reaction from him of all people, but he could feel it. The boy barely a man. Alfred stopped, string into the retreating back, oblivious of who he was and what he is. He wasn't a country just yet, but he could feel it in the air as he took each people are restless, and hungry for justices. Other simply stood back, afraid of the superpower that controlled the seas, and it's colonies.

And this young immigrant was going to be a key player in that. How? He did not know really. Frankly, he didn't care as much as he should have. Silently his eyes followed each of his steps. His eyes screamed honest and good, yet haunted. A thirst to prove himself to the world that he was worth something. A hurricane waiting to be released. He was going to change him, for the better or the worse. Alfred smiled sadly at him, as he disappeared in the busy crowd. He after all had History's eyes on him. That never ended well for them.

He turned in the other direction, away from the immigrant. But he knew this wasn't the last time that he would see him. He had an edge to him, something that would draw people towards the man, "Alexander Hamilton, huh?" He whispered in the cool air, no one noticing the young man with golden wheat hair that disappeared into the darkness of the alley.

Alexander stopped for the slightest moment as he was following Aaron Burr to some bar. He could have sworn that he heard his name. A small chill went up his spine, but ignored it as he continue to follow Aaron Burr. He didn't want to throw away his shot.

And he did meet him again, but this time it was face-to-face. He was in England's New York state house. Alfred hated being near the man now days, being in the same room would only spill trouble on the already fragile bond. He remembered how he used to love him being near when he arrived from those long trips, but he grew up. He now was able to see what he was once blind to. The man was always rude to his people. He let those soldiers into their homes, and do nothing but ruin things. Commit crimes against women and children and no one says anything.

They're simply too afraid to be branded, and killed.

He never treats him like a country, or his people. And now he was sitting in this uncomfortable chair, across the man who was sipping tea while his people starved. The tension was nothing new, as it was to the boiling point. Arthur was no fool, he could feel Alfred's cold glare that could come from Hell itself.

He sighed as he put his teacup down, "Alfred we need to talk," Alfred scoffed. Of course he wanted to talk, but Arthur always pushed him aside.

"I know that we haven't seeing eye-to-eye recently," Alfred rolled his eyes- but keeping quiet-, while Arthur's eyebrow shook in anger. "I know you think this is some form of unfair play, but I'm doing all of this for your own good," Alfred now sat up straight, eyes and face showing his rising anger.

"Yeah like I never heard that one before! All you do is bring blood, and death from Europe! Tax us endlessly while spending it like it's limitless! My people are starving and struggling and you do nothing!" Alfred stood up, hoping to gain some ground while Arthur stood up as well. His eyes were blazing, no longer caring to maintain the gentleman fraud, but the cruelest empire that he was.

"I am doing this for you! Those are my people Alfred! They belong to the King! If it wasn't for me you wouldn't make it out in the real world for one day! You can go and act out like the child you are, but this is the real world! You belong here! With me!" Alfred was shocked, but that was quickly covered with his people's anger drumming with righteousness.

"Those are my people, you dog! This isn't some phase, this is the right thing to do for them! They are my friends and family, unlike you!" Arthur-England was taken back by the colony's insult. Taking in the colony from a small age, he had watched him learn and grow from his side. The one he considered family.

"Time will tell! You are worthless and weak against the world, you will end up killing all of your so called friends and family! You belong to me and me only, you ungrateful fool!" Alfred- America was startled by the revelation that he learned. This man wasn't his big brother. The so called 'brother' that he said that he 'loved' him. Seeing the true of the man that had wronged him, America had enough.

"Y-You! You never seen me as an equal because I'm nothing but land to you?!" England, taken back by the outrage in his voice, almost tripped himself to apologize, to say he didn't mean it.

"I hate you! You! You never seen me as your brother! I am a fool for even showing up here!" He tried to walked past him, but Arthur grabbed his arm. He wanted- needed- to apologize, to tell him that yes, he loved him. He was his little brother-please believe me!

But to his horror it comes out the opposite, "You belong to me! So don't you dare walk out, or it means war!" Alfred easily freed his arm from the man's grip. He was tired, not something kept him going, something far too deep to go on ignored.

"You bastard! I have been waiting years for this war, and I wouldn't mind kicking your ass out!" He said with as he slammed the door shut with a loud bang. He hated him now, no doubt there. How dare he? He knew if things went really bad that he would go to war, but with England?

He kept walking, not even got far when Arthur opened his window and shouted, "Alfred don't you dare come crawling back to me!" Anger boiling over.

"OH YEAH?! WELL YOU AND YOUR DAMN KING CAN GO AND KISS MY ASS, YOU BRITISH FUCK!" Mother's attempted to shield their child's ears when the shout reached the city. He wasn't so far from the city, so it must of have been obvious that people heard him, but right now Alfred Kirkland didn't care. Quickly he walked in the shadows as he approached the in the small town in the distance. He could feel the stares and whispers as he passed, buzzing with questions as he could no doubt heard his shouting. Many were outspokenly outraged, stating how one could say that about their own King.

Fools the lot of them.

He entered the local bar as he heard the buzzing of the people chatter. He couldn't help but feel a bit of pride when he heard people quoting him, and making fun of the King. Of what he didn't see was the young immigrant that made his way towards him. Alfred felt a small tap in his shoulder, and he was surprised to see a pair of young eyes on him.

"Hello good sir, I'm Alexander Hamilton."

A?N: This shit is being re-written, but mostly because I went back to re-read some of my old things and I had to cringe at some of my errors. I am not saying this is the best I put out there, but is certainly better than before. But I have hope that this story will continue, like normal again. But anyways I do hope that you enjoyed that, please do leave a review and share.

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