A/N: Warning. The Author has never seen Hamilton live. The only time it came to the closest city to them, it was sold out in less than 24 hours. Also, the Author cannot afford tickets on their measly part time job and savings, and begs forgiveness for their failure of not being a firsthand source. However, the author had a full set of songs to listen to, and thus can make something from that. And also, before the chapter begins, the Author would like to thank each and every one of you for supporting them through these last four years of writing. So, to celebrate over 1,000 followers, 1,000 favorites, and 1,000 reviews, the Author proudly presents the long requested topic, HAMILTON!
"MATTIE!" America shouted, kicking the doors of the world meeting open. "MATTIE, WHERE ARE YOU?!"
"What the hell?!" France shrieked, ripping one his papers in half in surprise.
"Keep your voice down!" Germany said angrily. "And how dare you burst in here after being three hours late!"
"Bloody hell America, where's the fire?!" England asked, watching America scan the room.
"Not now!" America said, as he spotted his brother sitting next to Russia. Waving the envelope in his hands, he gave Canada a huge grin. "MATTIE! I GOT THEM!"
Canada gasped, and jumping out of his seat he ran over to America with his own huge grin. "How?" he asked in disbelief. "I thought it was sold out?"
"I won them on a radio contest!" America said with a laugh. "I was driving here when the station I was listening to announced the contest."
"Is that why you're late?" Germany shouted.
"Yep." America said cheerfully. "I pulled over immediately and was able to win them by being the first caller. I was late because I had to drive to the radio station to pick up the prize."
"When's the date?" Canada asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"In three days!"
"And just what," England asked with a disapproving frown at his former colony, "did you win that would get you this riled up?
"Hamilton tickets!" America squealed, showing the rest of the room the envelope. "I can't believe it! I've wanted to see this play for forever, but it's always been sold out!"
"Is it that popular?" Russia asked.
"Dude, you have no idea." America said with a pout. "I've been trying to get a ticket for years. Plus, it can cost from two hundred to eight hundred dollars per ticket."
"That much?!" China asked in disbelief.
"Mhmm!" America confirmed, nodding his head.
"That is too much money for a simple play." Japan said with a shake of his head.
"No way!" America said, his grin returning. "I'd gladly drop the cash to see it!"
"But why?" Germany asked.
"Because it's about one of my founding fathers, Alexander Hamilton!"
There was silence around the room. "Um, who?" Germany asked with a slightly embarrassed cough.
America's face fell as he looked at the confused faces staring back at him. "He's the guy that almost single handily set up my Financial system! The dude who set up my national bank! The first Secretary of the Treasury! The guy on the ten dollar bill! One of the major guys who helped make my constitution! That guy!"
"I remember him!" France said suddenly, an excited smile growing on his face. "I loved that man! He was so good to us French! He was friends with Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette."
"Huh? Present!" Prussia said with a snort as he woke up.
"Not you, dummkopf!" Germany hissed, punching the top of his brother's head.
"Lafayette!" America said with a laugh. "That guy was awesome. Also was a bit of lady's man if I remember correctly."
"Ah, he couldn't call himself a Frenchmen if he weren't." France said with a wink.
"He and Washington we nothing be dirty traitors." England huffed. "They just got lucky."
"Aw, is someone still sore about losing?"America said, throwing England a smug grin.
"You would have lost if you were fighting by yourself!" England snapped. "It's only because you had other nations on your side that you even had a chance in the first place."
"If you hadn't been such a jackass and made so many enemies, yeah, I might have been royally screwed." America admitted. "Luckily, you're an ass, so it worked out."
"You ungrateful brat!" England spat, throwing a scone at America, who laughed.
"Now, now." Italy said worriedly. "That was years ago! Let's all get along!"
"Oh, yes. I remember you when you before you were a nation." Russia said with a small nostalgic smile. "You were so small and quiet. You even looked up to me!"
"I mean, you were like three heads taller than I was at the time, and you were crazy powerful. Of course I admired you a bit." America said with a shrug. "Hell, you even helped me out indirectly."
"Rest assure, I did not turn away England because I was moved by your people's actions. I did it to piss him off."
"Yes, but you bought me valuable time. I wouldn't have had time to get organized if it weren't for you." America said with a smile.
"Hmm, yes. But if I had known that my decision would come to bite me in the ass year's later I would have crushed you." Russia said with a small laugh.
"Aw, you're so nice." America said with his own laugh.
The temperature in the room dipped a few degree's, and the rest of the nations squirmed in their seats a little.
"Any who," America said, breaking eye contact with Russia, "That was before you became a commie, so I guess you were cool."
"I'm not a-" Russia started to say in annoyance when France cut him off.
"I have to admit, your revolution had a great influence on my own people." France said thoughtfully. "In fact, your own Declaration of Independence was the template of my own Declaration of the Rights of Man and the Citizen."
"I remember reading it for the first time." Spain said with a far off look. "I have to say, you had a much more eloquent way with words back then. Better ideas too."
"I think most of Europe had read it by august of that year." Austria said with a small smirk.
"You had some big balls, telling England to fuck off like that." Romano said with a bark of laughter.
"Ah, it was good to piss off England." Netherlands said dreamily. "Even if it did cause me trouble."
"England, watch your blood pressure." France said, patting England on the back. England's face was red with fury and his fists were balled up. "Remember what your doctor said."
"I'm so lost." Germany admitted to Prussia, as England blew up at the room. "What are they talking about?"
"Oh, that's right!" Prussia said with a grin, rubbing his head. "You weren't around for America's Revolution. It was about a century after his independence that you showed up." Then Prussia frowned. "Didn't I give you multiple history lessons about that?"
"I admit, I stopped listening about halfway through your lessons because you kept bragging about your role in the whole thing." Germany said with a shrug.
"What?" Prussia asked, giving his brother a heartbroken look.
"You can be a bit boring."
"LUDWIG, I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!" Prussia wailed.
"Ja, Ja." Germany sighed.
"Oh, so you don't know a lot about my early days?" America asked curiously, walking over to Germany.
"How did you get away from England?" Prussia asked.
"I just walked away." America said with a shrug. Then America gave Germany a curious look. "You know, I often forget that you're younger than me."
"That's not hard, seeing as I act more mature than most people in this room." Germany said with a shrug. "Including you."
"Trust me, being serious all the time kills you." America said with a small smile. "Smiling is a lot easier. Leave being serious for the times you have to be. That being said, why don't you come to the play with me?"
Germany blinked in surprise. "You're inviting me?"
"Of course!" America said happily. "I didn't just win one ticket you know. I actually got six." Then turning to Prussia, America added, "You're also invited to come."
"Nah, I think I'll pass." Prussia said with a cocky grin. "I was there you know, it would be boring to relive your past. It wouldn't be as entertaining as kicking your ass into shape."
"I ask you to help me one time and you never let me forget." America sighed.
"Hell no!" Prussia said, pointing a finger at America. "I made you into the awesome man you are today!"
"Are you sure?" Germany asked, looking a bit unsure. "Those tickets are expensive, aren't they?"
"Dude, I got them for free!" America sighed in exasperation, opening the envelope and handing Germany one of the tickets. "Plus, it would help you get to know me better! Think of it as a team bonding exercise."
"Thank you." Germany said, taking the ticket from America.
"Don't worry about it." America said with a grin. Then he turned to Italy, who was watching the other nations argue. "Hey, Italy!"
"Huh?" Italy said in surprise as he turned to face America. "Oh, America! How can I help you?" Italy asked cheerfully.
"Did you want to join Germany, Canada, and me to watch Hamilton? I have an extra ticket!"
"Oh, I would love to, but I can't." Italy said sheepishly. "I have to get some work done back at my place. My boss is really angry at me for getting behind."
"Hey, no problem." America said with a smile. As Italy turned away America sighed in disappointment. "Damn, and here I was trying to hook you up." America muttered, glancing at Germany.
"Excuse me?!"
"Nothing!" America sang. "Well, let's see. Counting you, my brother, and myself, I still have three tickets. I already know France is going to ask for one, so that's two. But I'm going to make Canada ask England to join us as well-"
"Why on earth would you invite him of all people?!" Prussia asked in disbelief. "You know any mention of your independence drives him into insane rage."
"Well…" America said, wilting a bit, "I was actually hoping he'd come with me from the start. I thought it had been long enough that he would have stopped having hard feeling about the whole Independence thing."
"England will never be over that." Prussia snorted. "You broke his heart you know. You were his favorite little brother, and you basically told him you weren't family, gave him the middle finger and told him to go fuck himself."
"Aw come on." America said with a pout. "We get along well these days!"
"Sure, before you two start insulting each other and start fighting."
"I wouldn't fight with him if he just acknowledged me!"
"Fat chance of that happening." Prussia said with an eye roll.
"I want him to come anyway." America huffed. "Plus, the whole play isn't even about the war. And it brings up France's revolution as well, so that might cheer him up."
"Actually, that fact alone might get him to go." Prussia said with a laugh.
"Yeah, but that'll be up to Canada to convince him."America said with a sigh, glancing back at the fighting nations. "Speaking of my bro, where did he get off to?"
"Dunno." Prussia said, glancing around the room. "He might have left as soon as things got tense in here. I wouldn't blame him."
"I guess I'll have to track him down. Oh, before I go." America said, turning to face the younger nation again. "The ticket has the date and time on it, as well as the theater we're going to. I'm sure you'll be on time as usual, and remember to dress nice! Okay, I gotta go. See you guys later!" And with a mock salute, America headed back towards the other nations.
"That was very kind of him." Germany commented as he tucked the ticket into his breast pocket.
"America's a generous guy if you catch him in good mood." Prussia said with a shrug.
"Isn't he always in a good mood?"
"Not always." Prussia said with a knowing smile.
"Get your hands off of me, you caterpillar eyebrowed freak!" France yelled as he fought England, who was attempting to strangle the Frenchman.
"Not until you cry uncle, you wine sniffing bastard!"
"Viva la France!"
"Viva fuck you!"
"That doesn't even make sense!"
_Three Days Later_
"Alright squirt," Prussia said as he pulled the car up to the entrance of the theater, "I'll pick you up after the show, unless you want to go do something afterwards with your party. Text me when it ends and update me."
"Ja, mutter." Germany grumbled as he smoothed the front his suit, which was a plain black suit with a black, red, and gold tie. (His brother had insisted on it.)
"Don't talk back to me!" Prussia shouted, ruffling Germany's hair affectionately. "And I am the best damn mother figure you've ever seen! I raised your perfect ass didn't I? Now get the hell out of my car and enjoy yourself for once!"
"Not the hair!" Germany grumbled as he stepped out of the car. Smoothing it back down, he waved as his brother honked the horn and sped off. Sighing, he looked down at the ticket in his hand. America had texted him to come about a half an hour early before the show, and he would meet him by the entrance. Looking around, he didn't see or hear the familiar American, so he made his way inside the building.
The lobby was rather elegant, Germany noted. It was a large room, with a large wooden floor space for people to mingle. There were a few large crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling above him, making the passing women's jewelry sparkle every time they caught the light. There was a bar on one side of the room, and a dining area on the other, where he saw waiters running around with small trays of food and wine for guests. Scanning the crowd, he noted that none of the people he was meeting up with were in the mingling crowd, so he made his way over to the dining area.
"Over here!" A familiar voice called. Turning his head to the corner of the dining area, he saw America waving at him with a big grin on his face. Making his way over to America, he couldn't help but scan the other nations at the table. As America had mentioned before, his brother Canada was there, dressed in a plain black suit and red tie. He was talking happily in French with France, who was wearing a dark blue suit with a grey tie. France was making wild gestures with his hands, most likely telling a story. America was sitting next to England, who was dressed in a dark brown suit, and was nursing a cup of tea, although Germany was sure England was hankering for something a little stronger at the moment. America himself was dressed in a black suit and a red and blue tie, and had actually attempted to comb his hair back, although his cowlick was still sticking up. And sitting next to America's left was-"
"Glad you could make it comrade." Russia said with a smile, gesturing to the seat in front of him, and the one next to France. He was dressed in a grey suit with his scarf wrapped around his neck as usual. "I believe this means our party is complete."
"Oh, Russia." Germany said warily, glancing at America as he sat down. "I didn't know you were coming tonight."
"Da, I was a last minute addition." Russia said politely.
"He asked me if he could join us." America said cheerfully, taking a sip of his drink, which looked to be ginger ale. "He said that he's wanted to see the play for awhile as well."
"That, and there would be free Vodka." Russia said with a small smile, nodding to his glass on the table."
"Of course." America chuckled. Then turning back to Germany he smiled. "So, did you find the place okay?"
"Ja, my brother dropped me off." Germany said, as a passing waiter handed him a small menu of appetizers and a wine list. "Ah, nothing for me, thank you." He said to the waiter, who just nodded and took back the menus and hurried off.
"Are you sure?" France asked with a raised eyebrow towards Germany. "They have a great selection of California wines."
"And not a bad stock of Vodka." Russia pointed out.
"I'm sorry, I am not old enough to drink in your country." Germany said with a grimace. "I would prefer to follow the laws here."
"Really?" America asked in surprise. "Well, okay then. Welcome to the soda club! Members include me and my bro."
"Your country sucks Al." Canada said with a huff as he sipped his Coke.
"Thank you for your input, Mr. Maple leaf. I'll sure to pass it on to congress." America said with a chuckle.
"You make some of the best wines in the world, and yet you cannot even sample them." France tsked. "What a shame."
"Oh, and England is part of this club for obvious reasons." America said with a slightly strained smile.
"Bugger off." England huffed.
"I'm just saying that I don't want to drag you home tonight." America said, throwing England a warning glance.
"Mmm." England hummed, before taking another sip of his tea.
"Are you sure you don't want to try some of the appetizers?" Canada asked Germany. "It's going to be awhile before you can eat something."
"You can, however, bring a drink up." America explained.
"Up?"
"Yeah." America said. "Those tickets were box seats. So we'll have our own little area to sit and chat."
"Also, if a fight breaks out we won't cause a disturbance." Canada said.
"Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine today?" France said with a laugh.
"Just saying." Canada said with a shrug.
"I highly doubt there will be one." England said. "The theater is not a proper place for gentlemen to start fights."
"I mean, people have been murdered in them, but yeah." America said with a grimace.
"So, when does the show start?" France said quickly.
"In about ten minutes or so." Russia said, looking at his watch.
"Shall we make our way up to the seats?" France asked, picking up his wine glass.
"Sure, let's go." America said, standing up.
They made their way to a set of oak doors by the bar, and an usher took their tickets. "Take the third staircase to the right and when you get to the third door that's where your seats are." The man said in a slightly bored.
"Thank you!" America said cheerfully, handing the man a hundred and shoving the others up the stairs before the man could realize what he handed him.
"Don't you want to be thanked?" Canada said with an amused glance his brother.
"Nope." America said with a sigh. "I've been there; I know it's a pain to deal with the richer crowd."
Finally, they reached the box. There were two rows, three seats in the front, and three behind those. Looking around, Germany saw that they were in the middle box on the right side of the theater. Looking down at the stage, he saw that there was a heavy thick red curtain hiding the stage. People were milling in, and about half of the theater was full already.
"Hey, I'll be right back." America said with a sigh, and he walked back down the stairs.
"Where is he going?" Germany asked in confusion.
"He is talking to security." Russia said with a sigh of his own. "The white house gets a bit paranoid about him being in theaters since one of his presidents was assassinated in one. He's probably trying to convince them not to hang out in the box during the show."
"Was he there when it happened?" Germany asked with a frown.
"Thankfully no." England said with a sad smile. "He's never been present for one of his leader's assassinations. Although, when Lincoln was dying he did try to see the man. They had to drag him off screaming."
"Yeah, he wasn't well for the next few days." Canada sighed. "It was a rather nasty shock to him, especially since it was right after his civil war."
"That was about six years before you showed up." France explained.
"Lincoln was killed due in part to poor security." Russia said lazily. "And due America's "Kindnapping", they've been following him around like crazy.
"What was that about anyway?" Germany asked.
"No idea." Russia said, turning to face the stage.
"Some crazy man followed him into a restaurant and held him up at gun point. America said he left with the guy to his car so he wouldn't kill the people working behind the counter, and the guy knocked him out and put him in his car." England said angrily. "Thankfully, they caught up with the guy on a bridge, but he threatened to throw America over the bridge."
"Mein Gott, I had heard he was kidnapped, but I never knew the full details." Germany said in alarm.
"The man must have been a criminal mastermind." Russia said a slightly amused expression on his face.
"Not really." France snorted. "He let America go and jumped off the bridge himself."
"That seems really dumb." Germany said with a shake of his head.
"Yes, but they never found the man." Canada said with a scowl. "I hope he drowned."
"Canada!" England scolded. "That's a horrible thing to say!"
"Yeah, but if he really wanted Al dead, he can go burn in hell." Canada sneered. "I know we can't die, but it still sucks."
Russia glanced at Canada with an unreadable expression, and Germany noticed he looked a little paler than usual, when America walked back into the box. "Okay, I got that sorted out." America sighed, flopping into his seat between Germany and Russia in the front row. Canada was sitting behind him, with England to his left and France to his right.
"What did they say?" Russia asked.
"They want to stay on the landing, but they won't come in box." America said, waving his hand in annoyance. "I swear, it's like they forget I can't die, or that no one other than the heads even knows I exist."
"Who knows?" Russia said with an amused smirk. "Maybe you'll be taken like princess peach again."
"You know what, screw you." America huffed. "I'm at least a Daisy."
"The show is about to start." England stated, and just as his remark had left his mouth the lights started to dim.
"Yes!" America said excitably, looking eagerly down at the stage.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please turn your cell phones off at this time. The show will begin in one minute." An announcer stated as everyone settled down.
There was a moment silence, and then the curtains started to rise. On the stage was a man with a purple waste coat.
"Who is that?" England whispered.
"Arron Burr." America whispered back.
The music started to play.
"How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a
Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten
Spot in the Caribbean by Providence, impoverished, in squalor
Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?"
A second man stepped out, this time wearing a blue coat and ruffles.
"That's John Laurens." America whispered.
"The ten-dollar Founding Father without a father
Got a lot farther by workin' a lot harder
By bein' a lot smarter
By bein' a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter"
The next man who stepped out was a man wearing a lot of bright purple and had a long mane of hair.
"Thomas Jefferson."
"And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted
Away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter"
Then a man wearing a dark green outfit came out.
"James Madison."
"Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
Our man saw his future drip, drippin' down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain"
Arron Burr stepped back up.
"Well the word got around, they said, "This kid is insane, man!"
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
"Get your education, don't forget from whence you came, and
The world's gonna know your name! What's your name, man?"
A younger man stepped up onto the stage, with facial hair and longer hair tied back into a ponytail.
"Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alexander Hamilton
And there's a million things I haven't done
But just you wait, just you wait"
A woman walked onto the stage.
"Eliza."
"When he was ten, his father split, full of it, debt-ridden
Two years later, see Alex and his mother, bed-ridden
Half-dead, sittin' in their own sick
The scent thick"
Everyone on the stage whispered,
"And Alex got better but his mother went quick"
"Sounds like his life sucked." Russia commented.
Another man stepped onto the stage, wearing a general's outfit.
"Washington." America said with a small smile.
"Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, somethin' new inside
A voice saying "(Alex) you gotta fend for yourself"
He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf"
"Yes, it sucked." Russia said, nodding to himself.
Burr stepped back up to the center.
"There would've been nothin' left to do
For someone less astute
He would've been dead or destitute
Without a cent of restitution
Started workin', clerkin' for his late mother's landlord
Tradin' sugar cane and rum and other things he can't afford
(Scammin') for every book he can get his hands on
(Plannin') for the future, see him now as he stands on (oooh)
The bow of a ship headed for a new land
In New York you can be a new man"
"New York's always been awesome."
"Wasn't that city supposed to be your capital?" Germany asked.
"Yeah, but the reason it changed is explained later in the play."
Everyone started to sing.
"Alexander Hamilton (Alexander Hamilton)
We are waiting in the wings for you (waiting in the wings for you)
You could never back down
You never learned to take your time
Oh, Alexander Hamilton (Alexander Hamilton)
When America sings for you
Will they know what you overcame?
Will they know you rewrote the game?
The world will never be the same, oh"
"Well, seeing as no one will shut up about him, I assume that he accomplished his goal of being remembered." England muttered.
"The ship is in the harbor now, see if you can spot him
(Just you wait)
Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom
(Just you wait)
His enemies destroyed his rep, America forgot him"
"No I didn't." America defended.
Mulligan, Madison, Lafayette, and Jefferson step up together.
"We fought with him"
"Ah, there he is! Lafayette!" France whispered excitably.
"Good for you." England answered sarcastically.
Laurens and Phillip walked up.
"Me? I died for him"
"Spoilers." Canada said.
Washington stepped up.
"Me? I trusted him"
Angelica, Eliza, and Maria moved forwards.
"Me? I loved him"
"Dang, he has all the lady's!" France said with an impressed nod.
Burr stepped into the middle of the stage again.
"And me?" Burr paused for a second. "I'm the damn fool that shot him."
"He's going to die?" Canada asked in disappointment.
"Dude, he's been dead for a while now."
"Oh, yeah."
Everyone sang again.
"There's a million things I haven't done
But just you wait"
Burr turned to face Hamilton.
"What's your name man?"
"ALEXANDER HAMILTON!"
The song ended, and there was a round of applause as the actors started to move to their next positions.
"What's next?" Germany asked.
"Wait and see." America said with a smile.
A/N: AND THAT'S WHERE WE'RE GOING TO END IT FOR NOW! Part 2 coming soon! I have to split this up, or we're going to be here all day, and I need to sleep!