A bit of an author's before we begin; First off, I do not own Hamilton. The Broadway Production belongs to Lin-Manuel Miranda in every right.

Second, the cast for these Hamilton Drabbles will not always be the same. Characters will change from part to part so I can shape it to how I please. For example, Hamilton will mostly be played by Dennis, but there will be a couple Drabbles where Matthew or Alfred play Hamilton.

Also, a person may play more than one character. For example, over the of course of parts I write on the play, Spencer will end up playing the role of Jefferson, Mulligan, and Philip (never in the same part, but through the span of the several parts I do).

Finally, I won't be calling them by their play names. Let me explain what that means. This next song is called "Aaron Burr, Sir". But since Cooper will be playing the Burr, the song changes to "Cooper Wright, Sir". I know it kinda changes the flow of the song, but the fact that this is a crossover with Hetalia characters and the HetaSquad would be kind of lost if we called him Burr.

All right, that's about it. Enjoy the Drabbles, because there will be several.

Seriously, I have a lot planned.
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CAST

ALEXANDER HAMILTON - DENNIS READER

AARON BURR - COOPER WRIGHT

JOHN LAURENS - ANTONIO FERNÁNDEZ CARRIEDO

MARQUIS DE LAFAYETTE - FRANCIS BONNEFOY

HERCULES MULLIGAN - GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT

"1776,"

A gentlemen walked through the crowded streets, his hands behind his back, his posture erect, his features complacent. His soft green eyes glanced briefly at every face, his blonde hair, which curled naturally into two buns on the side of his head, behind his ears, bounced with his every step. Little did this man know, only a few feet away, a 19 year old with messy brown hair (glinting with a reddish tint), greenish-blue eyes, and pale skin was weaving his way in and out of the crowd to reach him.

"New York City!"

The 19 year old finally managed to reach him, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Pardon me. Are you Cooper Wright, sir?"

The blonde turned, his eyes giving away the slightest hint of surprise, "That depends. Who's asking?"

The younger man withdrew his hand, smiling awkwardly, "Oh, sure, sir. I'm Dennis Reader, I'm at your service, sir. I have been looking for you."

Wright raised a brow, chuckling slightly, "I'm getting nervous."

"Sir, I heard your name at Princeton. I was seeking an accelerated course of study, when I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours. I may have punched him." He admitted awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head, "It's a blur, sir. He handles the financials?"

Wright blinked in surprise, "... You punched the bursar?"

"... Yes! I wanted to do what you did. Graduate in two then join the revolution. He looked at me like I was stupid," he glared at the ground, clenching his fists slightly, "I'm not stupid." He looked back up at Wright, eager to ask questions, "So how'd you do it? How'd you graduate so fast?"

Wright frowned, "It was my parents' dying with before they passed."

"You're an orphan! Of course! I'm an orphan- God, I wish there was a war! Then we could prove that we're worth more than anyone bargained for!"

Wright smiled, placing a hand on Reader's shoulder, "Can I buy you a drink?"

Reader settled down a bit, nodding, "That would be nice."

Wright guided him towards the nearest pub, "While we're talking, let me offer you some free advice. Talk less."

Reader blinked, "What?"

"Smile more."

"Ha..."

"Don't let them know what you're against or what you're for."

Reader looked at Wright quizzically. "You can't be serious."

Wright opened the door to the pub, "You wanna get ahead?"

"Yes."

"Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead."

From in the bar, shouting could be heard.

"YO YO YO YO YO! WHAT TIME IS IT?"

"SHOW TIME!"

Wright shook his lead, leading Reader to the bar and grabbing a couple pints, "Like I said."

However, Reader's full attention was now on the trio across the pub.

"SHOW TIME SHOW TIME!" A tanned individual with chocolate brown, messy hair and golden green eyes was shouting with a pint in his hand. Next to him was a paler man with blonde, wavy hair tied back in a ponytail, with lavender eyes, and an even paler individual with red eyes and white hair. He had a blue bandana wrapped around his head, and both other men had beer in their possession. "YO! I'M ANTONIO CARRIEDO IN THE PLACE TO BE! TWO PINTS OF SAM ADAMS, BUT I'M WORKING THREE!" His friends laughed, "THOSE REDCOATS DON'T WANT IT WITH ME! CAUSE I WILL POP CHICK-A POP THESE COPS TILL I'M FREE!"

The blonde stood and patted the excited brunette's head, causing him to pout, "Oui oui, mon amie, je m'appelle Bonnefoy! The Lancelot of the revolutionary set!" He stood up on the table, seeming to almost pose slightly as he placed his free hand on his chest, "I came from afar just to say "Bonsoir!" Tell the King "Casse toi!" Who's the best?" He winked straight at Reader, "C'est moi!"

"BRRAH BRRAAAH!" The albino individual slammed his fists on the table, causing Bonnefoy to stumble down, "I am Gilbert Beilschmidt, up in it, lovin' it, yes I heard ya mother said, "Come again?""

"Ayyyy!"

"Lock up ya daughters and horses, of course it's hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets..." He smirked.

Bonnefoy laughed, "Wow."

Carriedo shook his head, smiling, "No more sex, pour me another brew, son! Let's raise a couple more,"

They grabbed their pints and toasted in the air, "TO THE REVOLUTION!"

Suddenly, Carriedo seemed to look over and recognize Wright. He smiled, and waved his friends' attention to him. Slowly, they got up and made their way over, "Well, if it ain't the prodigy of Princeton college!"

Beilschmidt chuckled, "Cooper Wright!"

Carriedo leaned against the bar next to him, "Give us a verse, drop some knowledge!"

Beilschmidt offered the beat box ground and Wright smiled confidently, "Good luck the that: you're taking a stand. You spit, Imma sit. We'll see where we land."

Bonnefoy and Beilschmidt shook their hands, "Booo!"

Carriedo raised a brow, "Wright, the revolution's imminent. What do you stall for?"

Reader shifted awkwardly, looking up at his idol with a confused look, "If you stand for nothing, Wright, what'll you fall for?"

Carriedo's attention instantly snapped to Reader, and he leaned into the young man's face, "Ohhh, who are you?"

Beilschmidt frowned, leaning on the top of Reader's head with his arm, "Who are you?"

Bonnefoy poked his cheek, "Who are you?"

"Ooh, who is this kid? What's he gonna do?"