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I was bored one day and so I have written something extremely cliché
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    "It's so unfair!" Alexander Hamilton screamed as he entered the room of his friends, flopping down on the bed kn exasperation, letting out a huff as he pulled a few strands of his mane of hair out of his face. He could feel anger boiling in his veins, and he knew he was going to shout the next few words.

    John Laurens immediately jumped as the other boy flopped onto the bed he was sitting on, sketching a picture of a bird flying its way across the sky. He scratched his head awkwardly, his hand getting stuck in the curls for a while before he placed his sketchbook down to give a small hug to the other boy.

    "Mon ami, what's wrong?" Lafyatte asked, walking out of a small kitchen compartment of his room, which he shared with John. None of the two were really all that great when it came to cooking, but Laf had still managed to install a small stove and oven in their room. He was trying to learn how to cook anyway. Trying and failing.

   "Remember that group project we all had where we had to write 25 pages?" Alexander asked with exasperation, now lying on John's legs, the soft and fuzzy fabric helping him calm down slightly, with neither of them complaining, because he was too pissed at the world to even care about the smallest details at the moment.

"Yes?" Lafayette answered in a questioning tone as he sat down on his own bed and faced the other two boys, fumbling with the strings on his jacket for a bit, before another dark-skinned boy entered the room, slamming the door open and nearly knocking it off its hinges, but they all only jumped a little bit, nothing really new with that, and they got used to it.

  "What's happening?" Hercules Mulligan asked with a bright smile on his face, eyes widening as he realised that Alex had his 'pissed face' on and moved quietly to sit on a spot beside Lafayette, smiling innocently as the other boy groaned again, causing him to shift uncomfortably on the bed.

    "So Jay only wrote five pages for the papers we had to write in the group project, right? And Madison wrote 29?" Alex shouted as he rocked himself side to side on the bed, clearly not noticing the slight discomfort on John's face as he rubbed his sweater.

"Yeah," Hercules said, nodding quite enthusiastically even though the little man just shouted at them a few seconds ago. He remembered that project. He was paired up with Laf and Sally, which was not really all that bad, but he could not say the same about Alexander.

"And then they both got full marks, so I waltzed into Washington's office and fired off into a full rant with how little they contributed and how much I did, then he got into this crap saying it was a team effort!" Alex finished, in a much lower volume as he curled up into a ball, doing his usual angry pout.

   "That sucks..." Herc said, not really offering much to the situation. He found himself being abnormally quiet whenever Alex would fire out his rants, and he found himself liking it that way. He fiddled with the zipper on his vest as he watched the other boy pout and face the wall.

   "Oui, mon ami. That is quite unfair," Laf said, nodding in agreement. Out of all if them, he seemed to be one to catch up to the boy's rants the most, and that was probably because they were quite similar in some ways. Both orphan immigrants and often overlooked.

    "A'ight, Alex, I'm gonna be real with ya, while that is quite unfair, you can't just go around dwelling on it for too long and just shouting everything you hate about the world," John said as he shifted in his bed, leaving more room for the other boy to stretch his legs and pout.

"John's right. You can't get what you want through shouting," Herc said with a nod, as the other boy finally managed to collect himself together and sat up on the opposite bed, sitting beside the freckled boy, a little too close for any average person but they were all used to it at this point.

   "I got you guys as friends by shouting," Alex said nonchalantly, shrugging with a small laugh, earning a delighted elbow from the boy beside him as they all laughed about it for a little while, and damn did he wish he had the chance to laugh more often because laughing was great.

   "But, to be serious, mon ami, you gotta stop being so moody all the time," Laf said, earning a tiny nod from the other two in the room, while Alex looked down on the ground with a pout. He most seriously was not moody and it was completely reasonable to feel this way.

"Alex..." John said with a sigh as he shifted his body to face the boy, "Look, just let it go"

"It's nothing too serious anyway, right?" Herc asked with a smile, definitely one of the more optimistic one in situations like these, but Alex just shook his head at the tailor. It was a wrong in this cruel and corrupt world that needed to be corrected. He could not bear having some mistakes uncorrected.

   "Lexi..." John said in a slightly scolding tone as he noticed the eyes of the other boy staring off into space. He sighed as he shifted a little. "I know what you're thinking about"

   "'Evil in the world must be corrected!'" Lafayette exclaimed, mimicking the heroic tone Alex would always use whenever that boy would say anything of the sort, and it caused all of them to chuckle. Sometimes Alex could be quite the child and the dreamer.

   "Look, the world's gonna suck, and we can't focus on fixing one small thing when there's something bigger and more important at stake," John said in one of the gentlest tones he could muster, but he didn't let it go that gentle. The other boy continued staring at the ground and he sighed.

"Yeah, it's just like that stupid 'All Lives Matter' people are trying to enforce because they don't want to deal with the main problem at the moment," Herc said in a small voice, almost grumbled, and Laf stretched his arm to pat him on the back while John just gave an encouraging but sad nod.

    "Just let it go, mmmkay, Alex?" John asked, earning a small mumble from the other boy, and he hoped that meant that he agreed, or at least stopped to consider it. Alex could be quite stubborn at times, but sometimes when it was coming from his closest friends, he had to admit he would actually try to change his angle on things.

"I guess so..." Alex murmured under his breath, but just loud enough for all of them to hear as he stared at the ground. Okay, so maybe he was being way to moody about things and frankly being quite self-centered, but he couldn't really help it. He had grown up with nothing for so long. It wasn't far-fetched to hope for just an extra bit of mercy, right?

   "Yeah, okay, fine, maybe I was being a bit overeactive," he admitted in a small voice as he proceeded to fidget with the sleeve of his dark red shirt, rolling it up and down along his arm, a common habit he had formed when he first went to move in with Herc and he never dropped it.

    "Good," John said with a warm smile, and the other boy couldn't help but feel a smile playing on his lips as well. It was nice, Alex thought, to be calmed down by his three best friends. He should really consider getting more riled up a little more often.

"What's gotten you into a better mood today, mon ami?" Laf asked with a smile as he watched the other boy nearly go limp on the other bed and just staring at the ceiling with a wide smile, and for a while, the four of them just sat there, soaking up each other's company.

"Oh my Washington I am so hecking hungry," Alex said after a few seconds, standing up from John's bed to stretch his legs and arms, making the other boy sigh in relief and reclaim the rest of the space in his bed as he picked up his sketchbook again and started a new sketch of the three of his friends.

   "So Washington's your new god now, huh?" Herc asked with a laugh before standing up himself, also anouncing that he was starving and could eat a whole horse, though many people normally didn't eat horses. Was he one of those people? He never confirmed nor denied.

   "Heck, yeah, Herc. Washington's my new god now and no one's gonna stop me. He's a great teacher, ya know?" Alex asked, stretching his arms as he walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, frowning as he realised they only had cold leftover macaroni and cheese from the latest get-together with one of their other pals, Thomas Jefferson.

   "Yo, we need more food," Herc yelled as he peered at the fridge from over Alex's shoulder, looking over to the other two boys who were the owners of the room and were still on their bed. He frowned as they were still there and walked over, beginning to wave his hands in front of Laf, and then over to John.

"Okay, mon ami," Laf said almost immediately because he did not want the brown man to result to having to shake him to get his attention. He picked himself up from the bed, and he felt like two hundred kilograms as he did so, his butt seeming to never leave the bed until he finally did.

   "A'ight, a'ight," John said, shaking his head as he set down his sketchbook and pencil with a disappointed frown, peeking at his sketch one last time before joining the others in the cramped space of the kitchen which definitely only could fit two people at most.

   "Let's just reheat the mac and cheese and get some steak with it," Alex suggested as he opened the fridge a little too carelessly, causing the door to smack right into John's face, and he apologised to the freckles before he turned his attention back to the fridge and took out the cold mac and cheese.

   "Seriously, Lexi? You just gonna apologise to my freckles and not to me?" John asked, feigning hurt on his face as he clutched his chest, before cracking up at the teasing look Alex gave him. He couldn't help but repeatedly slap Lafayette as the other boy set the plastic container of mac and cheese on his main art table.

"Relax, John. Besides, your freckles are way cuter than you are, and it's just a table. We can clean it up later," Alex said, shamelessly dropping the mac and cheese on the boy's art table, making a few unfrozen bits of it fly out of the container, and the curly boy was having a hard time restraining himself.

"Well, we can't live on this mac and cheese alone, and steak is way too expensive for any of us," Herc said with a disappointed sigh before realising that both Laf and Alex were looking at John, then he remembered that the boy had also belonged to a well-off family.

   "Look, my family may be in a little better living condition than yours are, but that doesn't mean my parents aren't hecking strict and won't give me money just to buy some steak," John said as he rubbed his cheek with more freckles, what received the worst if the impact of the fridge door.

   "I'm gonna get myself a baguette," Herc said, earning questioning looks from the three other boys, which he just shrugged in response to. Baguettes did taste really good for him, and he could live off them. "What? Laf let me tried his baguette once and it tasted great"

    "Herc, I—" Alex opened his mouth to repond but was immediately stopped by John who slapped his hand over the mouth of the boy who could never really stop talking.

    "I think baguettes are cool, too. I'm gonna get some Mexican food. Okay, what else should we get?" John cut in, sending another firm look to Alex before the other boy gave a small nod and he finally removed his hand from his mouth, as he turned to the other two for what they would like to eat.

"Some crossaints would be nice, mon ami," Lafayette said as he checked the fridge for last few things while the other three were now crowding around a small colourful rectangular table which he was sure should only be fitting one person, but they were all used to getting cramped.

"I'm gonna get some crappy Chinese food since I can't even pay for the crappiest fancy dish," Alex said, frowning as he leaned against the wall, quite hating how Laf and John barely had any seats in their place and they just mostly used the beds, except when they're doing anything messy.

   "I'm paying because I have the money to and don't you dare go calling Chinese food crappy," John said, facepalming as he watched the other boy walk over to their kitchen microwave and place the mac and cheese inside. They all better hurry up in ordering now.

"A'ight, some baguettes, some crossaints, some Mexican food and some 'crappy' Chinese food. Now where the heck am I gonna get all that?" John asked, putting an emphasis on 'crappy,' and adding a little venom in his mouth as he said it, because it was his firm belief that Chinese food was not crappy, but he could do without it if he didn't have enough money.

Or if he couldn't find a place that sells all of those at once, which was the case for them, making him groan as he continued scrolling through his phone, realising they were all ordering three different types of food from different countries with different styles. He sighed as he pocketed his phone.

   "A'ight, I think I'm gonna have to go out and get these stuff myself," John said with a groan as he looked outside. It was quite cold in their area at the moment and he was glad for not needing to change from his sweater, but he felt a little lazy that day, though he had to admit a good stretch of the legs sounded nice.

   "I'm coming," Laf said, finally moving away from their fridge, finding that nothing was inside it, and closed it before turning to them. Herc chimed in that he would also like to come, and with a bit of convincing from all of them, Alex had finally agreed to as well.

    "So I guess we're all coming," John said.

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"Can't believe you actually decided to argue with James about Jay and Burr right on the streets," Herc said as he entered the room, opening the door carefully by Laf and John's commands, and though he was used to opening doors while carrying plastic bags on both hands, it could still get quite hard sometimes.

"Hey, James and I are kinda cool, but he definitely prefers Burr and Jay," Alex said, entering the room next to find that Herc was already standing beside John's small art table, the food on top of it, and he maneuvered his way through the cramped space, wondering how they all survived.

    "Guys, don't put the food in my art block corner," John said, immediately walking over with two plastic bags in hand as he walked over to his table and carelessly placed it there, maming Alex reach out to stop his crappy Chinese food from falling down onto the floor.

"You haven't been up to anything so far, mon ami. Let us use your art table," Lafayette said once he arrived at the table, and he had to admit he was getting quite squished between Alex and John, but it was worth it because the moment he had placed the plastic bags he was carrying on the art table, the owner of it let out a loud shriek that could put Alex's own screaming to shame.

   They all exchanged looks with one another, all clearly wanting to say something, but not doing so for the sake of all of them, because they knew how protected John could be over his art table. They could all probably agree he loved it more than he loved them collectively.

   John shook his head which made them all sigh in relief, thinking that the boy had calmed down and would not shout about his art tabel, which was true for some part, but they were not aware that the boy could also be complaining about something else as he furrowed his eyebrows at the plastic bags.

"I still can't believe you guys got plastic bags. Don't you know that's doing so much damage to many animals out there? Not just turtles," he said, shaking his head, disappointed as he moved into the subroom with his bed and flopped down on it, grabbing his sketchpad.

"I told you guys so," Herc said as he begn taking the containers of foods out of the plastic bags, then pocketing those bags to be recycled by him later on. He really loved recycling and had been doing so since he turned thirteen. Nothing much, but he had fallen in love with the idea of using old stuff in his designs ever since.

   "Yeah, but you were also the one who said he didn't want to be carrying all thise boxes in his arms," Alex said, giving the boy a playful nudge with his elbow, but he did frown at the plastics. He knew that it was bad, but it was just such a common habit for him, and sometimes, his life really did depend on plastic.

"Let's just eat, mes amis," Laf said as he happily opened his plate of crappy Chinese food because he loved it out of all of them, and the others found it weird but he honestly couldn't care less. Sure, he had French blood, but he was also an immigrant living in America and about to legally become a citizen. If he could do that, then he could happily live off of crappy Chinese food.

   "Guys, our friend is in the other room sulking about us using plastic. Should we really be eating?" Alex asked as he gestured to the doorway which lead to the beds, though he had to admit while he was feeling extremely hungry, there were more important matters to attend to.

   "You were sulking a while ago and we didn't do anything," Laf said, earning a playful elbow from the boy who seemed to love elbowing people, and the Frenchman rolled his eyes, though he would be lying if he said that he wasn't the least bit concerned. He had also been lowkey against plastic.

"Yeah, but I was sulking over an unfair grading system, which should really be changed, mind you, but like you guyes said. The bigger problem. I'd say pollution is quite a big problem now, don't ya think?" Alex asked before taking a bite of some Mexican food because even if he had originally asked for crappy Chinese food, he had to admit he'd prefer the Mexican one if he had enough money.

"Alex, there's not really much we can do about it at the moment unless we have a lot of power. The current government and megacorporations don't think that pollution's a big enough problem to deal with at the moment, just like those stupid people who say 'All Lives Matter,'" Herc said, finding that some of his more important inputs always lead to the BLM movement.

    "Oui... Herc is right... Besides... The deed is done... And all we can do at the moment is just hope and ensure the plastic doesn't end up in a landfill or the sea..." Laf said between bites of the crappy Chinese food, saying the last bit in one breath because he could.

"They're right," they heard a voice say from the other sub-room before seeing John appear in the doorway with his curly hair in even more of a mess, but none of them seemed to mind. He walked over to them and leaned against the wall because of the sad lack of chairs, eating a few Mexican food with some crapp Chinese food.

"The government's way too unaware right now. There are so many who are way too unaware right now. It sucks way too much," Alex complained with a small groan as he took another bite of his food, earning a bunch of disappointed nods from all of them.

John surprisingly grabbed a carton juice box from a plastic bag, wondering why they even got juice boxes but not complaining. He had trouble poking the straw in but managed to and held the apple juice box up high. "To awareness!"

"To awareness!"

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Since I know no one in the Hamilfandom will read this nor cares about me, I can rant as much ad I want without being judged ^^

So I got bored one day and decided to write this. Kinda lame excuse, I know, and there's really no plot. I have no idea how to make a oneshot interesting. Hopefully ya'll be okay with whatever oneshot I give ya? I mean, I'm just writing for myself, I guess. What do I want right now? Nothing really. I want to eat. I want motivation. I need to work on my characters for them. Start building it up. Later. Because I'm a master procrastinator

Because I was bored...
Hamilton Songs as Food

Act I
1. "Alexander Hamilton"
Fried chicken
I don't know. It just gave off those vibes

2. "Aaron Burr, Sir"
Fish
Because I'm too uncreative to think of a way it's cooked. Maybe roasted? Do people even roast fish?

3. "My Shot"
A normal burger and some soda
Don't mind me

4. "The Story Of Tonight"
Hot chocolate. Like, the best hot chocolate ever
Do I even need to explain? Story of Tonight is a really beautiful song and deserves something delicious, okay?

5. "The Schuyler Sisters"
Mint, strawberry and mango ice cream with grated chocolate, a chocolate wafer and some whipped cream
Because they are amazing, okay?

6. "Farmer Refuted"
Iced tea
Iced tea is America's rip-off of British tea

7. "You'll Be Back"
Normal British tea. Maybe earl grey
British :) Sorry for being racist

8. "Right Hand Man"
Carbonara
Don't mind me

9. "A Winter's Ball"
Rainbow cake
Because ladies. Also, cake seems to suit this

10. "Helpless"
Cotton candy
Because it's extremely sweet, just like Eliza, and Alex doesn't deserve her

11. "Satisfied"
Some really good fancy ice cream. Like the $1000 one
I don't think it does this song justice to be honest :')

12. "The Story of Tonight (Reprise)"
Butterbeer
I told myself I wasn't doing anything alchoholic, and I'm not, but that can be replaced with anything alchoholic

13. "Wait For It"
Salad
I'm sure this doesn't do the song justice, but I'm too uncreative :') (Will probably go on a rant as to why I chose salad but nah)

14. "Stay Alive"
Nachos and cheese
Because nachos is definitely for serious-sounding stuff

15. "Ten Duel Commandments"
Popcorn
I don't have an explanation

16. "Meet Me Inside"
One slice of bread
Because I'm pathetic

17. "That Would Be Enough"
Warm milk
I don't care. Warm milk is perfect for this.

18. "Guns and Ships"
Baguette
I am disappointed if an explanation is needed

19. "History Has Its Eyes On You"
Some type of good creamy mocha latte
Seems like the flavours combine to this song

20. "Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down)"
French fries
I... I don't know

21. "What Comes Next"
Afternoon tea
It sounds delicious, okay? I wanna make it someetime

22. "Dear Theodosia"
Chocolate milkshake
This is too sweet and I'm crying...

23. "Laurens' Interlude"
Ice cream...
We need that to cry, okay?

24. "Non-Stop"
A whole buffet or a fully stuffed-sandwich
I like the sandwich idea more

Act II
1. "What'd I Miss"
Mac. And. Cheese.
Any questions?

2. "Cabinet Battle #1"
Normal coffee
What? I don't know!

3. "Take A Break"
Vanilla milkshake with mint ice cream and strawberries with whipped cream, chocolate syrup and cinnamon
What?

4. "Say No To This"
Stale bread with really good butter
Maria is the butter. She needs to be protected

5. "The Room Where It Happens"
Sausage Pizza
How do sausages get made? *checks Google*

6. "Schuyler Defeated"
Mint-coloured and flavoured cinnamon roll with cocoa powder sprinkled onto it and a whole lot of heckin cinnamon
Eliza and Philip are cinnamon rolls. Alex is just cinnamon

7. "Cabinet Battle #2"
Crossaint
I got nothin'

8. "Washington On Your Side"
Some kinda strong coffee
I dunno

9. "One Last Time"
Some really chocolatey latte
Inspired by the hot chocolate I was drinking

10. "I Know Him"
Fish and chips
King George watches the drama while eating fish and chips

11. "The Adams Administration"
Black coffee
Mostly based on the actual rap

12. "We Know"
Spaghetti, bolognese maybe
It matches for me

13. "Hurricane"
Warm chicken soup
I sometimes drink that during typhoons. Don't judge too harshly...

14. "The Reynolds Pamphlet"
Pizza. Any kind. Probably with roasted ham
I'm sOrRy

15. "Burn"
Burnt ham...
pLeAsE sPaRe mE.

16. "Blow Us All Away"
Cinnamon roll with sprinkled cocoa powder
I dunno

17. "Stay Alive (Reprise)"
Ice cream
We need to cry

18. "It's Quiet Uptown"
Leftover ice cream
You need ice cream for this, too

19. "Election of 1800"
Lasagna
I dunno

20. "Your Obedient Servant"
Dark chocolate
Bitter... Also, dark chocolate is good, okay?

21. "Best of Wives and Best of Women"
Creamy coffee
I dunno

22. "The World Was Wide Enough"
Ice cream
Where's the ice cream? We need it!

23. "Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story"
A whole buffet, or your favorite food, or meringue, or just plain sugar
This is a really good song duel me