Eight Mortal Secrets [Hetalia Drabbles] (Completed, to be Edited)

XCI. Yorktown [Hamilton Crossover]

CAST

MARQUIS DE LAFAYETTE - ANDREW NEWFIELD

ALEXANDER HAMILTON - DENNIS READER

JOHN LAURENS - SPENCER FERRELL

HERCULES MULLIGAN - TERRANCE NGUYEN

GEORGE WASHINGTON - LUDWIG BEILSCHMIDT

"The Battle of Yorktown."

Reader walks through the camp, tense excitement hanging in the air as he watches the soldiers bustle around in preparation for the huge battle about to commence. It feels strange to him, coming back to such a crazy atmosphere after having left the war, but adrenaline is rushing through his veins, and the brunette is ready to take on the world.

"1781."

A blonde Frenchman jogs up to Reader, smiling widely as he catches up to him, "Monsieur Reader!"

Reader laughs, "Monsieur Newfield!"

The blonde playfully punches Reader's arm, "In command where you belong!"

Reader shrugs, "How you say, no sweat." Newfield chuckles."We're finally on the field, we've had quite a run."

Newfield winks, "Immigrants:"

"We get the job done." The two said in sync, continuing through camp.

"So what happens if we win?" Reader questions.

"I go back to France. I bring freedom to my people if I'm given the chance." Newfield explains.

Reader places a hand on his shoulder, "We'll be with you when you do."

Newfield smiles, before jostling Reader gently on the shoulder, careful not to catch too much of his back with his hand, "Go, lead your men."

Reader smiles, jogging away, "See you on the other side!"

Newfield salutes him, "'Til we meet again, let's go!"

"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!"

The scene shifts to the forest just outside of Yorktown, where a group of men are assembled in rows in front of Reader, each one holding their own musket, with Reader having his own.

"I am not throwing away my shot!"

Reader smiles, "'Til the world turns upside down!"

"'Til the world turns upside down..."

Reader paces up and down in front of his troops, "I imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. Is this where it gets me: on my feet, the enemy ahead of me? If this is the end me, at least I have a friend with me," he states, clutching his gun closer to his chest, "weapon in my hands, a command, and my men with me." He pauses, "Then I remember my Cynthia's expecting me... Not only that, my Cynthia's expecting." He whispers, thinking of the fact that his wife is now heavily pregnant back home. The thought seems to fire him up ten fold, "We gotta go, gotta get the job done! Gotta start a new nation! Gotta meet my son!"