Author's Note
This has been long awaited. Sorry for making you wait so long. Sorry that this chapter is short.But without further or do, here is the third chapter to HamilBabies. Enjoy!

George sat everyone down to eat lunch. He made a checklist to make sure everything went smoothly. First, he made sure everyone was sitting in their right seats. He assigned seats, so that there would be no conflict. It went like this:
Marquis, Alex, Johnny(Laurens), Herc, Aaron, James, Tommy,John(Adams), Prince Georgie, then the Brits.

Washington had prepared and distributed the lunch for today, which was sandwiches and fruit. Most of them ate their sandwiches with grapes or some other fruit in peace, but Georgie seemed to not be eating his.

"I refuse to eat this rubbish that is American cuisine." He said snobbishly.

"Dude," Alex started. "It's a sandwich."

"If this is what you scoundrel Americans eat, then I shall not take a bite." He threw his chin in the air.

George sighed. "Then what would you like, Georgie?"

"Make me fish and chips." He answered.

George rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen. He grabbed a plate and put potato chips on it. Then, he walked out of the kitchen and put it in front of Georgie.

"Here's the chips, but we're currently low on fish." George said, then walked off.

The little prince slammed his fist on the table. "My father will hear about this!"

"You're such a snob." Someone said.

Their eyes all landed on Thomas.

"What'd you say, creep?" George snarled.

"You're a snob, and everyone here will agree with that."

"Oh, yeah? Who agrees with this? Raise your hand."

The first hand to shoot up was little Laf's. After him, every other little American's hand went up.

"It's not an unusual thing with the British, so I can't blame you." Marquis said with a smirk. (No offense to British people)

"Ooh! Burn!" Alex shouted.

Georgie's face grew red with anger."You know wha-

"Oh my gosh, he's a tomato!" Johnny screamed. He rolled on the ground laughing.

Everyone joined in with him, laughing and calling the prince names. The prince looked like he was about to expload. Before anyone knew it, a plate hit a wall near the table. The room fell silent. fell silent. George came running into the room.

"What was that!?" He yelled.

All of the kids in the room pointed to Georgie.

"What did you do, George?"

"You have eyes, see for yourself."

George grew tired of the little prince. He wanted to throw him against a wall, but that was a one way ticket to prison. So instead, he grabbed Georgie and put him in the make-shift jail. It was made out of a crib.

George sat the prince down and put the crib over top of him. It was pretty heavy, so no one except for George could take it off.

The prince started kicking the bars. "Let me out of here!" He whined.

The little Americans back at the table started laughing again, this time much louder.

George stood up straight, looking very exhausted. "Alright, everyone. Bedtime!"