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Guys, first time writing for the public to see. Also, the war is kinda over... in this. Let say Britain just doesn't want to give up quite yet. Anywho, enjoy!

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Y/n POV

I held onto my father, General George Washington, arm loosely. "Do I have to come? I mean, you already chose me as one of your trainers for the trainees... So why should I have to come to some stupid Cabinet meeting?" I muttered through gritted teeth, smiling as a mother and likely son, passed by.
"Because I want you to," He said. "Plus, don't you like spending time with me y/n?" He asked.

"Yes. I do." We walked into a building, I sat in a chair beside my father as men slowly entered the room. (Speaking of which, I don't really know if Washington was there. So. Yeah.)

I saw one in certain, glaring at a man who I assume is Alexander Hamilton, I heard about him from my father. The meeting doesn't start for another 15 minutes... Screw it. I walked out of the room, I wasn't paying attention and ran into a man wearing a Magenta suit.

"Sorry darlin'," He said. "Didn't see you there." His southern accented voice cooed. I wrinkled my nose in disgust as he kissed my knuckles. "Sir, I am not just a women, I'm not interested in your charms." I said plainly. He looked taken aback but grinned anyways, his hand still on mine. "Feisty. Not a bad way to be. Can I take you out for tonight?" He said, staring me in the eyes. I clenched my fist. "I'd rather not." His smirk managed to get wider. "Please. I insist, you won't regret it..." He murmured as he gazed at me. "My eyes are up here. And no. Sir, I must be going." I turned to go, he grabbed me and pulled me back to where we were face-to-face. I sent my fist right at
his face and prowled back as I called over my shoulder. "Good day sir."

I walked back in the room modestly, sitting beside my father, god this corset was tight. The man entered the room and sat beside a shorter man... James Madison I believe? I don't really know, I don't pay attention much.

"Secretary Jefferson, you have the floor sir." My father announced. "Life, Liberty and the persuit of happiness. We fought for these ideals we shouldn't settle for less," I rolled my eyes as he rose from his seat. The same man I punched. Ha, looks great with a black eye. I smirked some. "Thank you, Secretary Hamilton, your response?" My father basically commanded. How long was I spaced out for, cause I only heard about a quarter of what he was saying..

Hamilton rose from his seat, glaring at the taller man with fluffy hair. "Thomas, that was a real nice declaration. Welcome to the present we're running a real nation, would you like to join us, or stay mellow doin' whatever the hell it is you do in Monticello?" He said with a smirk, I noticed Jefferson scoffed at the remark. Ahh america, the place where music comes out of nowhere and people can dance perfectly in sync without practicing. Amazing isn't it?

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The meeting ended and I walked out with my father trailing behind me, he had 'business' to attended to. I found it rather boring. I grinned as I saw Thomas holding a pack of ice to his black-eye. "Did you punch him? Jefferson, get over here." My father ordered, he nodded and come over hesitantly. "I did. What's the problem?" I muttered. "The problem is, you had no reason. I taught you only to punch a man if they didn't give you your choice." He snapped. "And I listened. He wouldn't let me go unless I went on a date with him!" I hissed back. He was shocked and gave a curt not before turning to the man. "Thomas Jefferson. What my daughter said, it's true?" He asked. Thomas Jefferson. Heard of him, from what I heard he doesn't do much. I let out a yawn, staring at him. "Y-yes. But, I— I don't have and excuse for my actions." He managed to choke out, Staring at his hands nervously. "You admitted. That enough. Now apologize to y/n would you?" He technically demanded. He nodded and turned to me. "Sorry ma'am. That wasn't very bright of me, I didn't mean to offend you." He murmured faintly. I nodded. "You're forgiven Mr. Jefferson." He smiled thankfully and topped his head to us, walking back to the shorter man who was coughing into a handkerchief.

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A/N

Sorry for this author's, but my schedule will likely be f*cked up for the beginning of this... when it starts to get more stable I'll let you know the regular posting. Have fun and stay safe my fries. :
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