A/N: Ok, before we go on, I'm going to have to explain something. I'm going to cover all of the songs in the play. However, I won't be able to write all the lyrics anymore. *Dodges a hail storm of tomatoes and booing* Let me explain. I'm not allowed to write a song word for word here. *coughoopslastchaptercough* I'm going to edit the last chapter eventually. I'm cutting back the songs so I don't get in trouble, so you aren't going to have a full review of the story. ;-; Thankfully, this means I get to talk more about the history of the characters in the play! I'll work around these restrictions the best I can! That said, enjoy!

P.S. I have not seen the play. I am just making educated guesses on what the characters are doing through the songs. If you have seen the play, don't tell me what actually happened. Its better that I don't spoil it too much.

The next scene opened up with Aaron Burr walking down the street, and Alexander Hamilton running up to him and tapping on the shoulder. Hamilton confirms that Burr is who he thought he is, and excitably introduces himself to the man and that he's been looking for him. Burr makes an offhand comment about how he's a bit worried that Hamilton has spent his time tracking him down, which Hamilton nervously replies that he wanted to ask how Burr graduated from college so fast, as he wants to finish as quickly as possible in order to join the revolution. After Burr mentions he's an orphan, Hamilton excitably says that he is too, and how he wishes that there was war so he could prove himself.

Cananda sighed sadly, shaking his head as Burr offers to buy a drink for Hamilton. "It's kind of sad that people wish for war. There's other ways to prove yourself than rushing into battle."

England hummed in agreement as Burr and Hamilton walked into a nearby pub.

"While we're talking, let me offer you some free advice." Burr said to Hamilton. "Talk less."

"What?" Hamilton asked in surprise.

"Smile more. Don't let them know what you're against or what you're for."

"That's the advice my government keeps telling me." America said with a slight scowl.

"Yes, I see you fail to live up to the first point." Russia said with an amused smirk.

"Aw, but then we'd all have to listen to China complain about how dumb all the younger nation are, and nobody wants to hear that." America joked.

Just then, three other men walked into the bar. It was Laurens, Lafayette, and Mulligan, all drunkenly yelling and cheering at each other's words. Burrs rolled his eyes as Laurens bragged about how much alcohol he was going to drink and how he would fight the red coats until he was free, which England snorted at.

"Lafayette!" France whispered eagerly as the Frenchman got the spotlight.

"Oui oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafayette!

The lancelot of the revolutionary set!

I came from afar just to say "Bonsoir!"

Tell the King "Casse toi!" Who's the best? C'est moi!"

As France chuckled at the man's behavior, America started to laugh quietly. "Oh, so that's where that's from. I thought that was just a meme."

"My god, he sounds just like you." England said in horror.

"Yes, they have done a wonderful job!" France said, wiping a false tear from his eye. I am so happy."

"Shh." Germany said, and they all quieted down.

After bragging for a bit, the three men noticed Burr in the corner and walk over to him, asking for his opinion on the upcoming revolution. Burr quickly denied their request, smugly stating that he unlike them, he was happy to sit on the side lines and see things play out. The others booed at him. Laurens asked Burr why he wasn't taking a side when war was clearly going to happen. Then Hamilton spoke up.

"If you stand for nothing, Burr, what'll you fall for?"

"A good question to ask." Germany muttered. "No man can stay out of a conflict forever."

The three men rounded on Hamilton, and all asked who this punky dude was.

Germany glanced over at America, and was rather surprised to see him see him glowering slightly at Aaron Burr. America noticed Germany looking at him, and he leaned over to whisper to him.

"I never like Burr very much." America admitted. "He was never very pleasant to work with. And," He added with a sneer, "he turned out to be a traitor in the end."

"What?" Germany asked in shock. America merely nodded his head, watching the stage.

"Well, the courts never actually charged him as a traitor due to lack of evidence." America admitted. "It was around 1805 I think. There was proof that he was trying to start his own country around where Texas is now. Rumor has it that he was trying to get some of the other states to leave the union as well, but I don't think any of them took him seriously. The point is he made himself a little army and marched his way over to the Mississippi river with some less than innocent reasons. The ass." America said with a scowl. "After he was acquitted he fled the country to avoid the mobs taking his head. Jefferson was especially pissed that he escaped the gallows. He once mentioned to me that if I ever came in contact with him again, I was to paint a red mark on his back so he could shoot him more easily as he ran away."

"That is rather extreme." Germany said with a small chuckle.

"Not nearly enough." America said with a huff, and they looked back at the stage as the next song started up.

"I am not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot

Hey yo, I'm just like my country

I'm young, scrappy and hungry

And I'm not throwing away my shot!" Hamilton started to sing.

"You're still always hungry." Canada teased, flicking his brother's hair playfully.

"Yes, but for burgers, not revolution." America said with a smile.

Hamilton went on to talk about how he was going to get his scholarship, but then he admitted that while he was smart, he wasn't quite polished enough and that he had a problem with just blurting out his words. Then he went on to say that while he was a diamond in the rough, he was going to shoulder his hardships. He then claimed that they were meant to be an independent colony, and because England kept shitting on them all the time. He also claimed that England was taxing them too much, and then King George was turning around and blowing all the money, and that he was never going to let them free without a revolution.

America wasn't sure, but he thought he heard England mutter, "Dirty traitors." under his breath.

Lafyette, after downing a shot, rose to his feet. He proclaimed that he dreamed of a life without the monarchy, and that the unrest in Paris would one day lead to anarchy.

"Well, that did happen eventually." France grumbled.

Mulligan then added that he wanted to join the rebellion because a chance to make something of himself, instead of sewing pants all day.

Laurens yelled that they would never be free unless they fought back, and just as he stopped talking Burr jumped into the middle of the group. He chastised them, and said while he was on their side, if they didn't keep their voices down they were going to get shot!

Hamilton told Burr that it was no mistake that they had all ended up in one place, and excitably proclaimed that it was time to take action. Then he backed up a bit, nervously asking if he had talking to loud, and that he had a tendency to shoot his mouth off, and claiming that he never had a group of friends before, and he promised to make them proud. They others cheered at his words.

"Aww, he has friends now." Canada said happily.

"You do realize that he is going to die, right?" Russia asked. "I would not get too attached if I were you."

"Kill joy." America muttered.

"I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory

When's it gonna get me?

In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me? Hamilton asked, holding up his glass passionately.

"That's some good foreshadowing." America muttered darkly, glaring at Burr, who was sitting in front of Hamilton.

"I'm glad we don't have to deal with death." Canada said with a shudder. "Sounds like a horrible thing to worry about."

"Death is not worth worrying about." Russia said quietly. "It's not a bad thing."

They all sat in solemn silence at Russia's words for a moment, then America smacked the taller nation over the head. "Stop bumming us out, you weirdo." He huffed.

"Sorry." Russia chuckled, and the tension disappeared as quickly as it came.

"We roll like moses, claiming our promised land

And? If we win our independence?

Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?

Or will the blood we shed begin an endless

Cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?"

"If by cycle of vengeance and death he means how my political party's keep trying to kill each other every four years, then yes." America grumbled, making Germany chuckle.

All of the men finished the song with all of them declaring that none of them were going to give up their shot, and at the end they all downed their drinks in one go.

"Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, Everybody!" Canada sang, making America bust out into muffled laughter, and causing England to shoot him a glare.

The next song was slower, much to the relief of Germany, who had started to get overwhelmed by all the fast paced actions and loud music. The four men, Lafayette, Mulligan, Laurens, and Hamilton, were still in the pub, but it was obviously later in the night. The bar was mostly empty, and they were all toasting to each other, saying that one day the story of tonight would be told one day by their children. Laurens stood up.

"Raise a glass to freedom

Something they can never take away

No matter what they tell you

Raise a glass to the four of us"

"I can't." America pouted. "The government took away that right when they changed the drinking age."

"You can raise a glass of coke." Canada said sympathetically, patting his brother on the back. "But at least I can raise a glass at my place. Where I can drink beer. I have the freedom to do that in my home."

"I hate you."

"I know." Canada replied cheerfully.

They watched at a new scene unfurled in front of them. Aaron Burr was leaning against a building in a town square the next day with a smirk on his face. He narrated to the audience the rich people loved nothing more than to go downtown and walk among the poor, staring from their carriages at all of the students in the town just to watch them talk together. He then mentions one of these rich men, by the name of Philip Schuyler, a very wealthy man with three daughters, had no idea that his daughters were sneaking into the city to look at the guys.

"How scandalous." France giggled.

The three girls are shown walking into the city, and introduce themselves as Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy respectively, and call themselves the Schuyler sisters.

"They are very pretty, no?" France asked with a smirk.

"Yes, and the real Schuyler sisters were just as pretty." America said with a smirk of his own. "I flirted a little with them you know."

"You did not!" England said America in shock.

"Oh, but I did." America said with a wink. "They were very taken with my boyish charm. Alas, I had more important things to do at the time, so I only flirted with them in passing."

France looked like he was about to cry tears of joy. "I knew you inherited my good looks, but I never imagined you would inherit my charm as well! I am so happy!"

"Shut up, I'm trying to listen." England snapped.

They talked about how their father told them not to go downtown, but that in the end their father didn't need to know about it. Eliza tried to remind her sister about what they're looking for, and all the men around them instantly said them. Angelica dismisses the men, and says she's looking for someone with a mind at work. Much to America's displeasure, Burr worked himself back into the story by hitting on the girls.

"Excuse me, miss, I know it's not funny

But your perfume smells like your daddy's got money

Why you slummin' in the city in your fancy heels

You searchin for an urchin who can give you ideals?" Burr asked with a smug grin.

"How not to woo a lady, 101." France huffed as America booed and Russia gave the man a thumbs down.

"What a gold digger." Canada muttered.

"Burr, you disgust me." Angelica huffed.

"That's right." England said with a nod.

"Ah, so you've discussed me

I'm a trust fund, baby, you can trust me!" Burr said with a wink.

"This is rather painful to watch." Germany said with a grimace.

The others nodded as Angelica told Burr that she had been reading Common sense, and that she had her own ideas. She says that when she finally meets Thomas Jefferson she's going to compel him to include women to the list of people who deserved rights.

The girls started to sing again, this time about how New York City was the greatest city in the world.

"I think that's a matter of opinion." England huffed.

"I know. I can never decide what city in my country is the greatest." America agreed.

The song went on about how New York was great, and how the revolution had already started. They restated their names, and the song ended.

"I hope they become more interesting." Russia huffed. "I did not like their song very much. It was rather boring."

France gave gasp of outrage. "How could you say something so awful? They were perfect!"

Russia just gave a large yawn in response, and France stared daggers at the man as the next scene of the play started.

A man was standing on a soap box, he was holding a scroll in his hands, and was surrounded by a large group of men, Mulligan, Burr, and Hamilton standing on one side of the crowd.

The man introduced himself as Samuel Seabury, and announced that he was presenting the thoughts on the proceedings of the Continental Congress.

"Heed not the rabble who scream revolution

They have not your interests at heart"

England smirked as Mulligan and Hamilton rolled their eyes. America just shook his head.

"Chaos and bloodshed are not the solution

Don't let them lead you astray

This Congress does not speak for me"

"I thought that all Americans at the time were for the revolution?" Germany asked in confusion.

America shook his head again. "It didn't start out that way. Many of my citizens just wanted to have representation for taxation, but England said no. While some people were throwing out the word Revolution, many people wanted to stay under British rule, only with a few more freedoms. A letter was sent to the king in 1775, called the Olive Branch, which told the king about what was upsetting the colonists. It basically said something along the lines of, 'Hey, why are you taxing us so much? We fought in the French and Indian war too, why are you taxing us? We liked it better when you didn't. Could you not? We swear we still are loyal to you, we just want to be left alone like before. Thanks.'"

"What happened then?"

"The bastard didn't even read the damn thing." America huffed. "Instead, he declared war on us, and said we were in open rebellion."

"Sounds like something England would do." France commented.

England muttered something under his breath, and France threw him a dirty look.

Hamilton and Seabury started to argue over each other, Hamilton pointing out that it was too late to back off now, and Seabury claiming that the revolution was nothing more than trouble. Hamilton pointed out what happened in Boston, and claiming that his dog spoke more eloquently than Seabury. Finally, Hamilton asked,

"Why should a tiny island across the sea regulate the price of tea?"

"Because I fucking owned you." England hissed.

"Hell naw!" America snapped, turning around and glaring at England. "You better watch yourself or I'm going to go Boston tea party two on your ass!"

"Gentlemen, please." Germany sighed. The two nations glared at each other for a second, then with a huff America turned around again.

Suddenly, a man burst into the room. He demanded silence, and that he was there to deliver a message from the king.

"At last." England said, leaning closer to get a better look. "This is what I was most interested to see. Just how did you portray one of my former kings?"

The other nations leaned forward as well, all of them staring intently at the stage. It went dark for a minute, and when the lights came back on, a man dressed in royal robes was standing in front of a throne, a crown on his head, and glaring at the audience.

"Why is he so hot?" America asked in confusion. "I don't remember Georgie Porgie looking so nice."

"Hmm, I must agree." England said with a frown. "He had a bit of a fatter face. Or was that King George the forth?" England asked, scrunching his eyebrows in confusion.

"I think the third got fatter in his older age." France suggested.

"Shh." Russia said.

"You say

The price of my love's not a price that you're willing to pay

You cry

In your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by

Why so sad?" He asked the crowd in annoyance.

"Because you kept taxing it." America grumbled.

"Remember, despite our estrangement, I'm your man…

You'll be back, soon you'll see

You'll remember you belong to me

You'll be back, time will tell

You'll remember that I served you well"

"You mean like all those times you told me I couldn't trade with other countries, told me you were going to tax me like crazy, and after you told me that you were going to kill me?" America said sarcastically. "Hard pass."

"And when push comes to shove

I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love!"

"Then he did." America growled as the King started to sing, doing a little dance on the stage.

"Why does he sound so flamboyant?" Germany asked in confusion.

"Probably to get some laughs." Canada said.

"And no, don't change the subject

Cuz you're my favorite subject

My sweet submissive subject

My loyal, royal subject" The king purred, turning his head so he seemed to be looking directly at America.

America felt his skin crawl. "Okay…am I the only one disturbed by this?"

"You'll be back like before

I will fight the fight and win the war

For your love, for your praise

And I'll love you to my dying days

When you're gone, I'll go mad

So don't throw away this thing we had

Cuz when push comes to shove

I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love"

"Well, this is just starting to sound like a sulky ex boyfriend now." France said as the king walked back up to his throne, sitting in it, making all of his guards sing along with him.

"More like a psycho ex." America said.

"Please, don't be so dramatic." England huffed.

"Those poor guards." Russia said. "Just imagine that you're the guard that was on duty and the king just started to sing out of nowhere."

"Well, he did go mad." France said. "This might have actually happened you know."

"I assure you, he did not feel like singing when he declared war on the colonies." England said with a shake of his head.

"Was he feeling stabby?" America asked with a big grin on his face.

"America." England said with a tired sigh. "I know you are referencing something, and I am not even going to attempt to guess what."

"Spoil sport." America huffed, sticking his tongue out at England.

The next scene started to play. It showed a group of people, looking rather serious in a semicircle.

"British Admiral Howe's got troops on the water

Thirty-two thousand troops in New York Harbor"

"Yeah, that was a bad day for me." America admitted, grimacing. Russia patted America on the shoulder.

"As a kid in the Caribbean I wished for a war

I knew that I was poor

I knew it was the only way to-

Rise up!"

"Wait." America said, narrowing his eyes. "I think I recognize this part."

"But there's only one man

Who can give us a command so we can-

Rise up!"

America's eyes went wide, and a large grin started to spread on his face. "Yes!" He whispered excitably, leaning towards the stage in anticipation. "It's time!"

"Time for what?" Germany asked in confusion.

"Here he comes!" Hamilton yelled.

"Ah, the man of the hour." France said with a smile.

"Here comes the General!"

"The man whole led it all." Russia said with a small smile.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Burr announced.

"The man Al never shuts up about." Canada said with a bemused shake of his head.

"The moment you've all been waiting for!

The pride of mount Vernon!" Burr said, stepping out of the way to let a man walk into the circle.

"Thetraitor." England hissed, glaring down at the stage.

"GEORGE WASHINGTON!"

"At last!" America said, his eyes shining.

A/N: And because I'm a monster, I'm going to leave it there for now. Alright, part three coming soon. *Sobs* Why did I choose this? It has so many freaking songs in it. This is going to take forever. There's so much history to the Revolutionary war. I must be a masochist, because I seem to have a bad habit of doing big projects because I know I'll enjoy writing them and you guys seem to like it. But for real, this is going to take awhile, so strap in.