Hello! I am writing a request by jahirahutsell about if George Eacker was in love with Philip. They also gave me another request, but I decided to do this one first. I promise will write the request eventually but I might be slow. (Also, seeing as this is my first Hamilton fanfic it might be really bad, _)

"Mr. Eacker, how was the rest of your show?" The stab of pain George felt from hearing the tremble in Philip's voice surprised him. And the weak smile that attempted to play its way across Philip's face dug a hole even deeper into his heart.

George cleared his throat, summoning the manliest voice he could get, "I'd rather skip the pleasantries. Let's go." And just like that the proceedings started, but every second that the real duel approached his heart beat faster. What was he doing? How had he ever agreed to this? He couldn't shoot somebody? Especially not Philip….. No. He couldn't think like that. Philip would never love him, and he couldn't love Philip.

"1, 2, 3, 4,-"

"Wait!" George yelled so suddenly it surprised even him. The world feel silent. "I- I don't want to do this." George cringed at the tremble in his usually confident voice.

"What do you think you're doing?" his friend- or- second- whispered, elbowing him.

"No. It's okay." Philip's voice came, "but does this mean that you take back what you said?"

"Yes. I didn't mean it, you area fine person,"

"What's gotten into yo-" his friend started before being abruptly cut off by Philip,

"But do you take back what you said about my father?"

"Ye-" George stopped. What he had said about his father? Alexander Hamilton seemed like a terrible person from what George had gathered, having an affair while his wife and kids were away, George had been surprised that Philip cared about his father at all. But if Philip could forgive him…. "Yes. I take back what I said about your father."

A moment of stillness before Philip smiled with relief, "Ok. The duel is off."

George relaxed, "thank god…" he sighed, "that wasn't so bad.."

However, just then his friend grabbed his arm, glaring at him; his friend definitely wasn't trying to hide his disgust, "C'mon, lets get out of here,"

George nodded silently.

"Hold on!" Philip jogged up to them, "you can go," he said gesturing to Georges friend and his own friend. The two glanced at each other unsure before walking away, leaving George and Philip alone.

Philip smiled at him and said the most startling thing that anybody could have ever told him, "What you did back there was pretty brave." At that moment George's heart virtually stopped. How was this even possible. George had insulted him, he had insulted his father, he had just been a jerk all because he was afraid to admit he loved this adorable human being, and then he had almost shot him. And here was Philip, the only person in the world who would say that he had been brave.

"H-how?" George said, half-talking to himself.

Philip blinked at him"Well, what you did back there. It was, pretty brave."

George shook his head incredulously, "Everything I did had to be the opposite of brave."

"No." Philip said a little too quickly, "well-what I mean is- what I'm beginning to think is that-" Philip waved his hands like he was searching for some way to express himself, "I think it must take a lot more courage to admit you were wrong than to fire a gun."

George just stared at him while internally struggling to keep his heart from breaking into a million tiny pieces, "You're too perfect" George said, not realizing that he was speaking out loud.

Philip blinked again, "what?"

George gasped, clamping both hands over his mouth. "No no no- what? I didn't say that. I didn't say ANYTHING. I didn't mean that."

Philip laughed uncertainly, "I thought I was a scoundrel,"

"yourentascondrl," George said, barely audible.

"What was that?"

"You aren't a scoundrel," George said slightly louder, finding that he was , mortifyingly blushing.

Philip laughed, "You aren't a scoundrel either," he said, pulling George into a hug.

"Uhhhhhhh…." Now George was definitely blushing, and he was sure that Philip could feel his rapid heartbeat, "This is quite a large change,"

"What can I say, I'm as indecisive as Aaron Burr,"

"Huh?"

"Just something my dad says,"

"Oh ok,"

"Um… Philip?"

"Hm?"

"There is a possibility that I could be sort of in love with you," George's face was now basically completely red.

"I love you too,"

George stayed completely still, unable to process anything that had happened today, what he had said, how Philip had replied, how-

"I should probably go now, my dad will be worried, but, um, see you here tomorrow?"

"Sure…" George breathed, receiving one last smile before Philip walked away.

George dropped onto the ground and laughed deliriously. Somehow the worst day of his life,

Had become the best.

The end