A/N: This chapter might be a little longer because it is going to be almost like two stories, but it's basically POV of Alexander and Philip, not really POV but following their individual stories. Also, this is an AU where Philip doesn't die, and follows the other Eliza story, where she forgives Alexander. I've been told it would be easier to read with paragraphs, so I gave it a try. Enjoy!

Following Philip

Philip started out of the house with his father's guns, on his way to duel a certain Mr. George Eacker. He was nervous that he might get killed, but didn't show it. However, Philip apparently didn't think clear enough, for there was his mother, Eliza Hamilton, with her hands on her hips, staring down at him with a face full of anger.

"Philip Hamilton, where are you going and what are you doing with your father's guns? Surely you aren't thinking of dueling, are you? You know I raised you better than that."

Oh no. She sounded very angry. "Uh, hi mom. Yeah, I was gonna go duel someone." No use in lying now, especially since she already knew. "Actually, dad gave me his guns to use. Told me to make him proud, and he told me I should be fine, as long as the other guy was a man of honor." That was the wrong thing to say. Philip hoped he didn't get his father in trouble.

"What? Your father told you to make him proud? And what would you do if he wasn't a man of honor and shot you and killed you? That's it. Philip, get inside. I'll deal with your father later. Right now, you're in a lot of trouble mister." Eliza scolded.

Philip gulped as he turned and ran to his parent's room. His father was in his study, and Philip hoped he didn't notice what had happened. It wasn't long before his mother made her way into the room and sat down on her bed.

"Philip, come here." "No ma, please I'm sorry-" Philip protested. "Now, Philip." His mother's tone clearly indicated that she meant what she said and was in no mood to be disobeyed. Slowly, Philip trudged to his mother's side.

Eliza grabbed him and by the arm and pulled him over her lap, landing a sharp smack to his bottom, earning a yelp. Suddenly, she grabbed Philip's pants and drawers and pulled them down, baring his bottom.

Philip gasped, not expecting this. SMACK! His mother's hand came down on his bottom. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. It wasn't long before Philip was in tears.

"Why are you getting this spanking, Philip?" "B-because I was going to d-duel and I c-could have gotten myself k-killed." Philip said between sobs. Still, Eliza continued to spank him, turning his bottom from a pale pink to a rosier shade.

Philip didn't think he would sit for months. Eliza stopped to grab her brush. Philip felt her stop, and began wailing. "Please mom, not the brush!" He begged, and was met with a loud CRACK in return.

Eliza began to spank with the hairbrush now, keeping a tight hold on Philip as he bucked and yelled. She cracked on until Philip's bottom was a glowing crimson color. "You're luck I didn't use the belt, young man, and you're even luckier that you didn't go through with the duel and get yourself killed. I care too much about you, and I'm sure your father does too, even though he made a stupid, careless mistake."

Eliza picked up her son and began to hug him, pulling up his pans and drawers along the way. She rubbed circles in his back as he sniffles. "I love you so much Philip. Please don't do something stupid like that again." "I love you too, ma. I promise I won't do something like that again." "Good. Now go get you father and send him to me. He's in a lot of trouble."

Following Alexander

Alexander Hamilton was writing in his study when his son came in, red eyed and rubbing his backside. "Mom caught me with the guns. She said to send you to her, in the bedroom. She's angry." Alexander knew what happened to his son, and knew he was in for the same fate.

"Take your siblings and go outside, Philip. I'll deal with your mother." Alexander followed Philip out the door, and went to the bedroom he shared with Eliza.

He went inside. She was sitting on the bed. "Alexander Hamilton, what do you have to say for yourself? Our son could have been killed!" "I'm sorry Eliza, I thought he could have held his own." "And what if he hadn't? What if he had been killed instead? What would you then?"

Alexander was silent. He knew she was right, but he dreaded the punishment. "Alexander, I told you when you cheated on me that should the need arise, I would spank you again. Well, the need has arisen. Come here. Now, Alexander."

Alexander trudged to her side. Like father, like son, thought Eliza. Again she grabbed him and pulled him across her lap, pulling his pants and drawers down also. SMACK! She proceeded to give Alexander the same spanking and lecture she'd given Philip, only it was a lot harder.

When she had finally finished with that, she spoke. "Alexander, get up. We aren't done. Get up and bend over the bed. I'm going to use your belt. I didn't use the belt on Philip, but you should know better than to basically tell our child to duel. You'll get twenty-five smacks."

Alexander sobbed, but bent over the bed as he was told, and felt his belt being removed. Alexander waited, quietly sobbing. He knew he deserved what was coming to him. He always did. SMACK! The belt came down. Alexander jerked and yelled. The next few weren't any less painful.

Finally, Eliza was finished. She pulled his pants and drawer back up over his bottom, and Alexander's knees buckled at the contact and he fell to the floor, sobbing. Eliza wondered for a second whether it had been too much, but ultimately decided he deserved it. Their son's life had been at stake.

She picked him up and hugged him, rubbing his back to soothe him. "Shhh, I'm sorry I had to use the belt, Alexander, but you deserved it. What if Philip had been killed? I know you didn't mean it, but it would have broken both of our hearts." "I'm sorry Eliza. I don't want to lose him either. I don't know what I'd do if he died."

"I love you, Alexander. Go get some rest." With one last hug to Eliza, Alexander laid on the bed. "I love you too, Eliza. I'll be more careful. I don't want to find myself in this position again."

With that, Alexander went to sleep, as Eliza left to call the children inside.