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"Eliza? How long have you've known?" Hamilton quietly said, grabbing her hand. "About a month or so,"she responded. "Why didn't you tell me?"Hamilton asked, wondering why he never heard about their child. "I wrote to the General a month ago. I begged him to send you home," she sadly told him. Hamilton was for once speechless. "Just let me a part of the narrative. In the stories they will write someday. Let this moment be the first chapter where you decide to stay. Could this be enough? Am I enough?" Eliza asked, close to tears. "Of course Eliza," Hamilton said, kissing her softly on the lips.

Meanwhile...

"Francis come here!" Lafayette called out. The blond walked into the room. "What?" Lafayette stood up from where he was sitting. " We're going out to Yorktown soon," he commented. "You're point is?" Francis asked. "I believe we're missing someone important to this war," he replied. They both knew who they were talking about. The loudmouth Hamilton. Who at the moment, was at home with Eliza and their unborn child. They all heard about Laurens' duel with Lee. Alfred and him had told the other three soon after. Lafayette approached Washington's room slowly. He cleared his throat, "General Washington, sir?" Lafayette started. "I can assume why you are here," Washington replied, not even looking up. "It's about Hamilton isn't it?" The Frenchman bit his lip, "Yes, sir. I think the war will end in Yorktown, but there's someone else we need. "I know, it's Hamilton. I'm writing a letter to him right now," the General told him.

They had arrived at Yorktown, with Laurens down in South Carolina and Lafayette and Francis in Chesapeake bay. Alfred and Hamilton right by Washington's side. The battle kept ravaging around them as Alfred kept looking for some prominent eyebrows and emereld green eyes. Knowing Arthur would be with his army. Heracles had infiltrated the British ranks as a spy for the Sons of Liberty. Alfred was in control of a group of soldiers as well, motioning to them to follow. The British were losing, more men then ever. Alfred's eyes were set upon the person he was looking for. His men quietly followed him. He motioned his men to aim their muskets. "Arthur!" Alfred called out, raising his own gun. "Give my people freedom! I am no longer a child or your little brother. I can become independent." Knowing the last statement would strike a chord in the old empire's heat, Alfred braced himself bringing the gun in front of his face as the solitaire redcoat ran forwards brandishing his bayonet. Alfred's gun flew through the air, leaving him empty handed. "This is why I say you don't follow through to the end, you dummy." The British told him. "There's no way I could shoot you!" After saying that, Arthur dropped to the ground, gun falling at his side. "Dammit, why?" Alfred's men lowered their weapons. "England what happened? You were so great once," Alfred said. He suddenly recalled an old memory.

He was a young nation, a child. "Let's go home," Arthur told young Alfred. "Okay!" he had happily responded. The British man outstretched his hand, with Alfred happily grabbed and interlocked their fingers.

Alfred was left speachless, leaving the once great empire on his knees sobbing. Returning to Washington, Alfred learned that the British had surrendered. Although seeing his once caretaker, Alfred couldn't help but smile. His people were finally free.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the Hetalia centered part! I apologise for turning this into a practical Hamilton fic. The next chapter will be based off of Tommarow There'll be More of Us (The Laurens Interlude), Non-Stop, and maybe What'd I Miss?(I don't know though). I'm skipping Dear Theodosia, because I I don't know how I would write that Thanks for reading