Requested by: Americas-Sweetheart
OC: Angelina Hamilton

After a long day of signing papers, writing letters to people whom he didn't even know, Alexander walked down a street, the sun to be setting soon. He was headed for a bar, to meet someone who he had been meaning to catch up with for a while.

People had cleared out of the streets, retreating into their homes. He knew he should be doing the same, but a drink couldn't hurt.

Letting the breeze guide his footsteps, he walked alone down towards the bar. Fixing the cuffs of his shirt and straightening his collar, Alexander made sure he looked presentable.

When he arrived at the bar, a man stumbled out the door, letting the smell of beer and shouting be heard to the quiet city. Alexander grabbed the door before it shut and stepped inside.

It was just like any other evening, men lined up at tables, shouting about issues and the revolution. Some redcoats were huddled in the corner, properly sipping their drinks, and eyeing every person in the dim room. Although Alexander tried to ignore it, he felt a chill run along his spine at the sight of the intimidating men.

He avoided some drunk men near the door, making his way up to the female bartender, who's face was lined with sweat. Her dress was contradicting her job, as it was flowery and a light blue, very elegant compared to the manner of the bar. As she poured a drink for a redcoat, she brushed away a few strands of hair that had fallen into her face.

Alexander waited for the redcoat to sit down again, before taking a seat at the bar. "I'd like to order one beer, madam." The woman turned around again, and her eyes widened. It had been so long since she had seen the man in front of her, and it seemed as though she was looking into her reflection for the two looked similar.

"Alexander!" Wiping her hands on a napkin, she gasped, running out of her spot behind the counter. Opening his arms wide, Alexander hugged her tightly. She rested her chin on his shoulder as they embraced.

Clearing her throat, she pulled back. "God, I haven't seen you in a while. Though I have heard my share of stories about you." She crossed her arms over her chest, beaming.

"Well, the stories you hear aren't exactly accurate, as they are coming from drunk soldiers." Alexander raised an eyebrow, knowingly, making her laugh.

"You have a point, Alex." Fiddling with her hands, the woman went to say something, but he cut her off. "What have you been doing in my absence, Angelina?"

Picking up the end of her dress, sitting down, Angelina sighed. "Most of the time I am here serving drinks. I have been saving up money to keep myself going otherwise." She glanced around the bar, her eyes laying upon a certain man who had fallen asleep from too much to drink.

"How have you been, brother?"

A few drunk men hooted at that, realizing that the two of them were siblings. The resemblance between Alexander and Angelina was indescribably similar for they were twins. From their hair, to their facial features, to their height, they reflected each other.

Alexander met his sister's eyes. "You have probably heard treacherous things in here about me." He shook his head, drumming his fingers on the counter. "Washington has kept me on my toes, and there's not a moment to waste with this revolution in heel."

Angelina leaned closer to her brother. "He knows what he's doing, Alexander. I know you wish to do more than write letters day and night, to be able to fight, but the General is to keep you safe." She placed a hand on top of her brother's before saying anything more.

"On other terms, I have heard that you are to be married to Eliza Schuyler shortly. Is that true?" She held her breath, wondering if it indeed was, by the look on her brother's face.

Alexander ducked his head, blushing. "Well, yes. You heard that correctly." Gasping, she clutched his hand tightly. "Oh my, you two must be lovely together, I can only imagine."

He nodded, thinking of his loving Eliza, who he would soon get to be with for as long he would live. "She's the most enchanting woman I have ever met, Angelina. I'm deeply in love with her and to ask her hand in marriage seemed right."

Angelina smiled at her brother. He seemed truly in love with this woman, the way he talked about her, the way his eyes lit up at the mention of her. "When is the wedding?"

"Only in a couple of months." There was a long pause of silence, besides the men jeering about something. "I would like for you to be there."

At his request, his sister nodded several times, clearly honored. "I won't miss it, Alex." She tilted her head towards him, before hugging him, not wanting to let go.

Her heart filled with pride at all he was telling her. Seemingly, the last time she had send him, he was only graduating, completely scared for life alone in the world. But now here he was, getting married, working with a respectable General, and being the man he was always meant to be.

The door to the bar slammed open, and a few men shouted and raised their glasses to the young man who just entered. Alexander pulled away from his sister's embrace, nothing who had arrived. Turning her attention to the door, standing up, Angelina met eyes with a man she knew very well. He came into the bar often.

"Well, look who it is," Alexander said loud enough for the shorter man to hear. The young man turned and beamed upon seeing who was speaking. "Alexander!"

Angelina moved out of the way as the two of them embraced, laughing, quickly exchanging words of something that must have been a joke. Ducking behind the bar, quickly making the man who arrived a drink, she felt her pulse rising.

Though she'd never say such a thing out loud, for she knew her brother was friends with this man, she had developed feelings for him.

She set down two beers for them, smiling, as they discussed something. Alexander chuckled a few times, looking at his friend in a way that seemed unreal. "Enough talking, John, take a drink."

John laughed and patted his friend on the back before meeting eyes with Angelina. He surveyed her, eyes trailing up down her detailed dress. He let out a whistle, at which Alexander roughly said, "Stop eye flirting with her, that's my sister."

Chuckling to himself, John drank his beer. He didn't listen to Alexander, for he gave Angelina a wink that only she noticed. Angelina straightened up, quickly saying, "I don't mind, since he can never seem to keep his eyes off me whenever he comes here."

John leaned back, a little surprised by her sudden words. Alexander just shook his head, laughing. Angelina felt her heart swell, trying to stay confident on the outside. But seeing John laughing, his dimples adorably visible her heart pounded and she felt almost like melting.

It wasn't over though, John murmured, "Well, you got some wonderful genes. It runs in the family." Angelina and Alexander both blushed at that.

The three of them talked for a while longer, as Angelina cleaned the counter and men who's alcohol had gone to their heads wandered out of the bar. As the evening hours came into view, it was only the three of them at the counter.

After what seemed to be many hours of chatter, John set down his last glass of beer. "I should probably be going. Got plenty of work awaiting me in the morning." Thanking both siblings, he stumbled towards the door.

He had barely left the bar, before Alexander said to his sister, "By the way he was looking at you, I can tell that there's a lot on his mind."

Angelina chuckled, keeping her back facing her brother. She cleaned some glasses as she said, "And what do you mean by that?" Except deep in her heart, she knew exactly what Alexander meant.

"I think he likes you." Alexander sipped his beer, giving his sister a goofy smile. His sister turned, hands on her hips. "You're acting like we're children again. That's just John's character, very flirtatious with any woman in sight, like most of your friends."

Alexander stood up. "Are you suggesting something?" Stepping back from her brother, she laughed. "No, not at all. I'm just saying that the men you spend time with seem to have eyes on every woman they pass."

He seemed to be thinking of a clever way to respond to her. But in defeat, Alexander shoved his empty glass across the counter. She shook her head, taking the glass, and wiping it clean.

The bar stool screeched as Alexander backed up. "I should be going." Angelina hurriedly set down the glass and came out from behind the counter. A look of disappointment covered her features, as she murmured, "Why must you leave so early?"

Shaking his head, Alexander set his hands on her shoulders. "Tomorrow awaits another day of work. And I have been here too long, it's probably almost morning, for we have talked for hours." He kissed her forehead, running a hand up and down her back.

Angelina sighed. "You're right, you need your rest." She quickly hugged him, before leading him to the door. Outside the air was chilly, moon high in view, no one in sight.

Alexander faced his sister, a small smile on his lips. "Good to see you again, Angelina." She smiled at him, shivering slightly. "Same to you, dear brother." And she watched him walk down the cobblestone street, listening to him talk to himself until she could no longer see his shadow in the moonlight beams.

Leaning her head against the door frame of the bar, she let her mind wander, the air sweeping into the glowing house. And as she stood there, heart beating, smile never diminishing, she began to count her blessings at how lucky she was to have such a wonderful brother.

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A/N: Thank you to Americas-Sweetheart for requesting this one shot! For some reason, I imagine Angelina looking and acting like Anna Strong from Turn, which is where I kind of derived her personality from.