When the two reached the surface, after evading guards and maneuvering around ships, it was deathly silent. The merpeople in the water, sunlight glinting off of their golden lances and many coloured scales, were staring down the humans who stood vigil on their ships, guns and swords pointed at the water below.

"I demand that you give me back my son!" George Washington commanded, looking imposing and regal in his Generals outfit.

"Dad!", John gasped quietly, eyes widening.

"Only if you break the spell he has cast on my son!", King George bellowed, looking resplendent yet terrifying in his battle regalia as well. An aquamarine crown sat atop his head.

"I'm not your son!", Alex muttered from their hiding spot next to Washington's boat, with a ragged sigh he ran his fingers through his wet hair, "Are you sure you're willing to do this? You're going to get hurt as soon as I start negotiations."

John's nodded with determination, "If me getting injured is the only way to save our people then bring it on."

Alexander gave a sad smile before pulling John into a hug and giving him a chaste kiss on the forehead, "Let's go."

The slinging of insults stopped when the two men swam into the middle of the gathering, heads held high. There were hushed whispers from both sides.

"Hamilton? What is the meaning of this?"

"John, my son! Are you alright? Did they hurt you?"

In his sea cave, Thomas Jefferson glared into his crystal ball. That little brat! He had promised! It would seem that he would just have to take care of matters himself.

"We don't have to fight! There is another way!" Alexander said emphatically, 'We can live in peace with the humans and the humans can live in peace with us! John and I are living proof of this!"

"It's true!" John's voice rang loud and clear, "Hamilton and I have known each other for over three months now and it is safe for me to say that he is one of my only, if not my best, friend."

There were a few catcalls from the direction of the Schuyler sister, who John chose to ignore.

"Alexander didn't kill me! Well... he almost inadvertently did.."

Alex nudged him, "Not helping!" he whispered with a smile still plastered on his face.

"Alexander did not, in no way shape or form try to harm me, instead he saved my life! Taking me to the only person he knew could help! Thomas Jefferson! The sea warlock!"

More horrified gasps came from the merpeople side as they fidgeted in the rolling waves.

"He blackmailed Alex into stopping any and all peace negotiations so he could take the throne for himself!"

"And apparently he didn't try hard enough!" A voice spat out, Thomas Jefferson muscled his way through the crowd of merfolk, making his way up to Hamilton and Laurens.

"Thomas?! I thought I had you banished!" King George proclaimed prompting an eye roll from Hamilton and a scoff from Thomas

"As if your pitiful abyss could hold the likes of me!"

"Good to know. Men seize him!"

Jefferson gave a shout of surprise when he suddenly found himself restrained by several mersoldiers.

"I apologize my good sir, it seems as if one of my own has been stirring up unrest between us." King George shouted up to Washington.

"Yes... yes, it would appear that way." Washington replied, thrown off by the new direction this conversation had taken.

"Well that's good then. No hard feelings! I didn't really feel like going to war today anyway."

"Never do." Washington quipped.

"Glad we have reached an agreement, thank you for your patience in sorting all of this out, perhaps I will see you at the wedding?"

George Washington blinked in shock but just nodded. Alexander and John had gone back to holding hands.

"This isn't the last you've seen of me Hamilton! I will get my revenge on you and your little band of wretches!" Thomas cackled, slowly being pulled under by several soldiers, "You will rue the day you messed with me! Watch your back!" And with a gurgle he was gone.

"Hey! You're not hurt!" Alexander exclaimed.

"Wow. Guess not... I wonder why..." John mused.

"Let's just be thankful it didn't happen alright?"

John smiled, "Alright. But Alexander? Let's please try to never do anything like what I've just been through ever again."

Hamilton smirked, "You know me! What could possibly go wrong?" and pulled John into a kiss.

And they lived happily ever after.