This was written at 1am as a joke, but then I got invested and this happened, also credit to artist in header. The bold are lyrics from a song in Hamilton.
George Washington sat on the deck of Mount Vernon, the circled driveway housing several carriages of his guests visiting from France. Everyone had since gone to bed, seeing as it was roughly midnight. A lively tune that he can't quite place begins to play in his head, a soft piano ballad. Then came the singing that comes along whenever one has a song stuck in their head.
You say the price of my love's not a price that you're willing to pay
King George III sat in his throne, his cape pulling over into his front to cover the wind of the morning air blowing from the windows. The sun had not risen, having about two more hours, but he had to meet with important leaders of neighbouring empires who were running late. The king began to sing a tune under his breath, as the leader of the rebellious colonies came to his mind.
You cry in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by, why so sad?
It had been a comical line to Washington, although he could not remember for the life of him where he had heard it. It was to the point where he believed one of the soldiers had sung it at camp, as he could not think of another explanation.
Remember we made an arrangement when you went away
Now you're making me mad. Remember despite our estrangement, I'm your man.. You'll be back
A man enters the room, the grand doors slamming behind him. "Sir the carriage carrying your guests has broken, we sent another but we fear it will be another hour." The king nods, and stands from the chair. He strolled to the large windows, of which he sat at one of the sills. Admiring the moon and stars, he counted how many enveloped and surrounded the crescent moon as he continued his song.
Soon you'll see
You'll remember you belong to me
You'll be back. Time will tell
Washington lied his back against the cold wood, resting his head in a way so he could study the moon. It folded in such a way that it seemed it may be mockingly smiling at the General. He was to return back in the war the following days, and had only left the revolutionary posts to visit his sick family, causing the sudden company and carriages.
You'll remember that I served you well
Oceans rise, empires fall
We have seen each other through it all. And when push comes to shove,
I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love
The King was not sure why he sang the song, or where it came from, but he was staring out the window- a dazed look gracing his features. He had forgotten about is chills, his meeting, and even his status as he released his stress in a vaguely morbid song he mentally directed towards the General Washington.
Da dada da da
Da dadada dayada
Dada da da dayada
Da dada da da
Da dadada dayada
Dada da da da
Washington crinkled his nose at the song that is still going on in his head, where was the damned thing from? At this point the only lyrics were soft "da da da"s and he felt a rush of uneasiness. The voice changed from his to a voice he only recognized as the man he was fighting so violently against. King George III.
You say our love is draining and you can't go on. You'll be the one complaining when I am gone. And, no, don't change the subject; 'Cause you're my favorite subject
The King now had a perfect picture of the colonist in his head. Why it was there, he did not know- he chalked it up as stress. Why he was singing a song to the mental picture at 6 a.m. in a practically empty room save a couple servants, he also did not know. All he knew was these damn leaders were late and he was tiredly singing to a moon. Alas the door opened and in walked two well-dressed men. Finally.
My sweet, submissive subject
My loyal, royal subject. Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever.
It has been a rough battle and the colonies were finally free. Washington had forgotten about the mindful song, allowing it to fall into the void of forgotten memories. A letter had arrived for the newly independent colonies, the King wished to invite the leaders to a meeting in England.
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 till my dying days
King George once again sat on the windowsill, his offer had been accepted and Wasington, along with several other officials, were to meet the King. They have rumoured to arrive today and he sat on the sill waiting, humming the familiar tune.
When you're gone, I'll go mad
So don't throw away this thing we had
Washington walked through the large castle. He had only been here once before and it was not on friendly terms, so it felt surreal as it finally dawned on him that they were free.The man leading them opened the doors, and Washington thanked him, noting the bags under his pale cheeks.
'Cause when push comes to shove
I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love
The King had not noticed the new guests, and continued his song. The face of Washington more vibrantly etched into his thoughts.
Da dada da da
Da dadada dayada
Dada da da dayada
Da dada da da
Da dadada dayada
Dada da
Everybody!
Washington's eyes widened as the King not only recited the familiar song, but as every one of the monarch's servants joined in forcibly to the tune they seem to have memorized. They dance in sync, a tapping and snapping row of malnourished workers, surrounding the now aware king.
Da dada da da
Da dadada dayada
Dada da da dayada
Da dada da da
Da dadada dayada
Dadada da da dayada
"General Washington! Thank you for joining us!"
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