Hamiltots AU - Hamilton

Alexander Hamilton

Alex walked into the school which he didn't know the name of. He had heard his mother speaking on the phone, telling someone named Mr. Washington how intelligent he was. He looked up at the desk in the lobby and saw a tall man with no hair and a kind smile.

"Hello," he said, beaming down on the small boy. "What's your name?" 

"My name is Alexander Hamilton."

"Ah, yes! Your mother spoke highly of you, son."

"There's a million things I haven't done, but just you wait," Alex said, grinning.

The man chuckled and said, "My name is George Washington, but you can call me Mr. Washington, okay?"

"Yes, sir," Alex said.

As he walked into the room with a sign above it that read: "Playroom", he saw many kids his age doing various things.

On the farthest right side of the room, he saw a boy wearing a purple outfit with big, puffy curls building a tower with a boy who had short hair and dark skin.                                                                    Then, in the middle of a room, there was a boy with brown hair, a fake crown and a cape made from a blanket standing on top of a table talking in a fake British accent to smaller boy who was scribbling on a notepad with a red crayon.                                             In a corner were three girls sitting at a table, one with a blue dress, pale skin, and dark hair, one with a red dress, curly, brown hair and darker skin, along with a younger girl in a yellow dress who looked a lot like another girl who was playing with dolls near the boy on the table.                                                                                    There was a boy sitting alone reading a book about a yellow bear named Pip, and near him there was a three boys, each in blue shirts, one with curly hair tied into a ponytail and dark skin coloring on another boy, with light skin and freckles covering his face. The other boy was sipping apple juice in his juice box, glaring at the boy on the table.                                                                         

"Children, listen up. Lafayette, please stop drawing on John," Mr. Washington said, and Lafayette nodded and capped his turquoise marker.

"Today, the new student I've been telling you about arrived. Arrived means came, by the way. Everyone, please gather into a circle on the rug."

The children all collected onto the rug with the letters of the alphabet and numbers up to 10 on it. 

On the number 10 was Mr. Washington, and in order going  clockwise: Alexander, the freckled boy, the boy who drew on him, the boy with apple juice, the boy who was reading, the girl with the dolls, the girl with the red dress, the girl with the blue dress, the girl with the yellow dress, the boy in the purple outfit, the boy with short hair, the boy in the crown, and the boy who was writing for him.

"What we're going to do is you'll say your first and last name, then something interesting about yourself. Let's start with you, Alex."

"Hello, everyone. My name is Alexander Hamilton," he said proudly, hesitating before speaking. 'Mother always says not to brag, but I do amaze and astonish people. I don't want to make them feel bad.'  "And I'm from the Caribbean." There were a few 'oohs' from the group.

"I'm John Laurens and I really like turtles." Alex looked at him with wide eyes and John smiled at him.

"I'm Marquis de Lafayette, but you can call me Lafayette or Laf. I'm from France but came to America. Also, my full name is actually Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette,"

"I really like apple juice," the boy said.

"Herc, you're supposed to say your name" Lafayette said.

"Oh! I'm Hercules Mulligan."

"My name's Maria Reynolds and my favorite color is red." She smiled at Hamilton for a second then looked away.

"I'm Angelica Schuyler and I know how to... draw." Her voice went quiet at the end when she looked at Alex.

"I'm Eliz—"

"I'm Peggy Schuyler and I have two sisters who take too long to talk."

"Peggy, wait your turn," Washington scolded.

"But they were taking too long!"

"Eliza?"

"Oh, okay. I'm Elizabeth Schuyler, and you can call me Eliza or Elizabeth, whichever. Uh, I like to sing sometimes.."

The boy that spoke next had looked like he had been waiting the whole time. He smiled widely at Mr. Washington and said loudly, "My name is Thomas Jefferson and my favorite food is macaroni and cheese."

"I'm James Madison. I like to write," he said softly, looking at Thomas right after he finished talking.

The boy with the crown stood up and said loudly, "I am King George and I am the king of the playroom." Mr. Washington shook his head and motioned for King George to sit down.

"Hear ye, hear ye. I'm Samuel Seabury and I write down the King's tes-ya-mints. If you must speak to your majesty, speak to me first, please."

Mr. Washington sighed and said, "Alright, well, it's almost nap-time. You have ten minutes to finish up playing. Make sure you clean up after yourselves, and be nice. I'll be back in 7 minutes."