Arkansas drops turkeys. Oregon sees leprechauns. Kansas holds a sex toy auction. And 2020 ruins everything... All in all, it's just a normal day for the 50 States of America.
"America: 50☆Stars" is a Hetalia fanfiction series made up of volumes, ful...
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It was unusual to attend a wedding during a war. Then again, scheduling a wedding during these turbulent times was just as unusual.
New York would never understand why they couldn't hold the wedding off until the end of the war. Sure, Alexander made some valid points. The ongoing war could stretch itself into a decade and possibly more if both sides had the will and the resources to continue fighting. If that was the case, delaying the inevitable was pointless. Still, Alexander could've had a pleasantly warm wedding in the spring or the summer surrounded by his closest friends. Instead, he and the lovely Elizabeth Schuyler, soon-to-be Mrs. Hamilton, looked into each other's eyes and agreed, "Let's have our wedding during a New York winter! What could go wrong?"
"Everything!" New York hissed to Alexander Hamilton at the corner of the sitting room. "I could lose everything if the British found out I attended an American patriot's wedding."
Alexander chuckled, "Calm down, you grump. You're supposed to be happy for me."
He scoffed, "If I wasn't happy for you, I wouldn't have taken the risk of sneaking out of the City. Then, I wouldn't have to deal with the difficulties of traveling during the winter." He sighed, "Honestly, couldn't the Schuylers set the wedding date on a later date? You and Eliza were only engaged for less than a year, about eight months to be exact."
"Later date? I would've married her around the month of my engagement."
"Are you crazy?"
He laughed, "No, sir. Perhaps, maybe I'm a little crazy when it comes to certain affairs. But no, I'm simply in love." His violet eyes sparkled when he mentioned the four-letter word.
New York stared at him weirdly. "How did she fall for your charms again?"
"I'll be happy to tell you," said the gentle voice of an angel.
They turned their attention to the 23-year-old woman strolling over to them in a graceful manner. Decorated in white from her powdered hair to the hem of her wedding dress, she appeared to glow despite the waning sunlight in the room. Though the winter was harshly cold, she could somehow warm their hearts with her sweet smile and the comforting gaze of her dark chestnut eyes. Such a benevolent being couldn't possibly exist. Yet, standing before them was the kindest woman with the purest heart—Elizabeth Schuyler. Or, Elizabeth Hamilton as of today.
"Betsey!" Alexander greeted his wife with a peck on her cheek. "Finished speaking with relatives?"
"For now," she giggled. "You know my mother. She has a lot to say when it comes to raising children, especially with her fifteenth child on the way."
"Of course. She has done well raising you and your siblings."
"Indeed. I doubt I can give you fifteen children, but I'll try."
