Helpless~George Squared

Chapter One

A/N: In this the King is a blondie :)

And this is a Modern AU

Also, the first paragarph is just like something I made to kinda tell what the story is about.

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Francis hated balls. And he was about to leave the one that he was currently attending.

That was, until he walked in.

He was handsome, strong, amazingly tall, and a booming, proud, voice that was music to one's ears. Anyone would feel safe in his arms.

And Francis didn't even know his name.

He just sat there, starring at him in awe.

If only he wasn't so shy.

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Francis sat in a small seat, fiddling with his golden locks. He sighed as he stood up, ready to leave.

Then all of a sudden a pair of hands griped his shoulders.

"Sir, you can't leave yet. The ball just started a few minutes ago." A voice said nervously behind him.

"I know, Samuel. But it's boring. I don't want to dance, either." Francis growled, turning around to face his friend and acquaintance, Samuel Seabury.

Samuel was a rather odd fellow. He was skinny, young, and he always wore glasses everywhere he went. Samuel had always carried with him a satchel, what was inside, Francis never knew. He usually stuttered when he got nervous.

Also, he was a bishop and a hard down Christian, but he was gay and in love with a general by the name of Charles Lee. Who was an American no less. (He's a genreal, wwhheee!)

"But sir, everyone else is dancing! You're the only one who hasn't!" Samuel cried, pushing his glasses up as they attempted to fall.

Francis wanted to get out of the conversation, so he smirked and replied, "Don't you have to go get your boyfriend? Wasn't his name Charles Lee? He's probably looking for you."

Samuel's face turned bright red as he said, "C-Charles is f-fine! I don't-t need to go to hi-im! And he's n-not looking for m-me! H-He's a-at our apartment!"

Francis patted Samuel on the head. "It's okay, Samuel. I was joking. Now sit down somewhere and read a book or something.

Samuel nodded and walked off.

Francis sighed and sat back down in his seat, looking at everyone laughing, talking, and dancing.

Then the whole room became silent as a loud voice yelled out, "Ladies and gentleman! Here comes the general! It's the moment you've been waiting for! He's the pride of Mount Vernon! General George Washington!"

A man marched to the center of the ball room floor.

Francis stood, staring at him in awe in complete awe.

He was the most gorgeous human he ever laid eyes on.

He was handsome, strong, amazingly tall, and a booming, proud, voice that was music to one's ears. Anyone would feel safe in his arms

He did hear everything that the general had to say, but he was so blinded by his beauty, ever voice around him seemed to disseapear. So the only voice he was left with the General's beautiful one.

Francis rested his hand on his jawline, sighing and smiling.

(Just as I was typing this, I was watching The Godfather and it was at the part where Sonny was getting shot, and I was listening to History Has It's Eyes on You, and when he fell to the ground, Washington said, "Who dies, who tells your story?" And I was wheezing and sniffling at the same time)

He stood up turned around, trying to find Samuel. After a while, he found him, chatting with a man with a blue coat and an outfit similar to the general's. He had black hair that was combed to the side.

Francis walked up to Samuel and his friend and asked, "Samuel, can you come with me?"

Samuel nodded and kissed the man he was talking with on the cheek and waved goodbye.

"Samuel, did you know the General was here?" He asked in a low, excited voice. Samuel nodded and replied, "Why are you asking me this?"

Francis scratched the back of his head, smiling nervously. "Well, I might have a little crush on him."

The bishop sighed and said, "But you just met him!"

"I know! But he just looks so gorgeous!" Francis sighed, twisting and twirling his golden locks with his finger.

Samuel stared at him, then looked up, his mouth agape.

"What? Was it something I said?" Francis asked. Samuel quietly said, "Turn around."

Francis turned around slowly.

There stood the general, with an eyebrow raised.

THAT WAS SUPER BAD. BUT IT TOOK ME LIKE- THE WHOLE HAMILTON SOUNDTRACK TO TYPE THIS CHAPTER.