A/n: ok so I know Christmas passed but I was too lazy to make a Christmas Special so here it is!

Also, do me a favor and go read my original story on 1harmonyindark1 and give me your feedback on it!

Thanks, and enjoy!

Warning: Google Translate and cliché writing lol also this crappie is weird

"Hurry, poupée. It's getting cold out 'ere!"

Lafayette's grip on the latter Y/n was using to hang up the Christmas lights tightened. He was afraid she would fall. But it was getting windy and it rocked the latter back and forth.

"I know, I know! Sorry, Laf!" She reaches forward and duck tapes the lights to the wall. "You can go inside if you want?"

"And let you fall, I can't do that! Besides, I'd much rather be out here with you!"

Laf had a habit of using hand gestures when he talks. He let go of the latter making Y/n lose her balance and she came crashing down into his arms.

He laughs adorably, "Mon ami, are you a'right?"

Y/n's face lights on fire, warming her up in the midst of the raging, cold winds.

"Yeah, thanks..." She gets to her feet.

"Oof, should we give you two some like, alone time?" Peggy giggles teasingly, invoking the tsundere in Y/n.

"SHUT UP! IT WASN'T ON PURPOSE!"

"No, not at all!" Laf smiles obliviously. "You're welcome inside, il fait froid aujourd'hui!"

Y/n was annoyed at his denseness. Then again, he was a French baguette/fry, he barely knew of flirting and slang.

"Yeah, let's just go inside," She huffs.

The Schuyler sister's feet crunch against the snow, walking to the entrance of Laf's humble abode.

Inside is decorated festively, thanks to Y/n. She loved getting into the spirit and Lafayette found that adorable. That's why he always asked her to decorate his house for him. That and he wants alone time with her.

"I brought you some kitchen supplies!" Eliza kindly said. Lafayette offered to take it away to the kitchen.

"I brought makeup," Angelica smirks.

When Laf hears that, he stops dead in his tracks, the colors draining from his face.

"I was thinking we could dress Laf up again!"

"And that's why I brought clothes!" Peggy elbows Y/n who is laughing hysterically.

"I BROUGHT THE BOOZE!" Hercules kicks the door open. Aaron followed behind him, wearing an annoyed expression.

"Hey, where's Laf?" Alexander said. "I brought something really special."

"Indeed," John and Alexander snicker evilly.

"Erm... kitchen."

"Thanks, N/n."

***

"Alright! So I'll start us off," Eliza stands.

They were passing out gifts for their Secret Santa.

"I got... John," Eliza digs through her purse and pulls out a small box.

John's brows raise as he rips it open.

"Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton," His face brightens at the glass, life-like turtle in his hand. "I love it!"

He had gotten Hercules, giving him a calendar with Horse pictures on it.

Hercules got Peggy. The girls knew whoever Hercules got would be extremely lucky because he's a tailor. He made her a yellow medieval dress. Needless to say, she was very grateful.

Peggy got Eliza. She bought her a family portrait of the whole gang, including their son Philip who is currently with his babysitter.

Y/n decided to go and handed her gift to Alexander. She bought him a $25 gift card to Starbucks because he's obsessed with coffee. They shared a hug before he handed his gift to Lafayette.

It was a book called, "American History For Dummies". He found it very funny.

He got Angelica a filming set since she's been trying to make a YouTube channel about fashion and such.

Angelica got Aaron a very expensive watch which he'd been eyeing at the mall for days.

And last but not least, Aaron got Y/n a cooking guide and a gift card to (your fav fast food restaurant).

"Thanks, man," She hugged him tightly.

He knew of her love for food.

He gladly hugged back.

Aaron and Alexander were assigned to show her around back in middle school. They've been best friends since. Eventually, Y/n invited more people to join the gang, helping Alexander meet his wife Eliza.

But they were her first friends.

"Alright! Bring on the eggnog!" Herc ordered.

"Hey, Alexander, what's zat?" Laf points at the mistletoe hanging from the doorframe.

"Oh, I brought that. It's the mistletoe," Alexander explains as the others engage in small talk. "Tradition says whoever stand under it have to share a kiss."

"A kiss?"

"On the lips, yeah."

Laf's face heats up at the thought of getting Y/n under the mistletoe.

"Thinking of N/n?"

"'Ow did you know?"

"I just do. Why not ask her out?"

"She would say no. She doesn't like me in zat way."

"You've got to be kidding me."

"What?"

"You're so dense."

A bright, but evil idea pops into the ambitious Hamilton's mind. He pulls Angelica away from the talking and whispers gibberish into her ear. She nods.

They both narrow their eyes on the handsome French man.

"Okay, you're gonna kiss Angelica under the mistletoe and if Y/n gets jealous, she likes you back."

"Wha-"

"Just go with it."

"But isn't a kiss supposed to be shared between people in love?"

"Yeah. If she gets jealous, you'll confess and boom! You'll steal a kiss from N/n."

Angie shrugs, "I don't like this but I'll do anything for $30."

Alex smirked. He grabbed Aaron and dragged him to the kitchen where Hercules and Y/n are preparing the eggnog.

He whispered to Aaron about the plan. Y/n noted it must have been funny because he laughed.

"Hey, N/n, follow me, will you?" Aaron asked. "Alexander will help with the eggnog."

"Uh, okay I guess?"

She trails behind him to the living room where Angelica and Lafayette are casually talking.

Y/n's P.O.V.

God, he's so freaking adorable!

Everything about him is perfect: his laugh, his smile, his abs obviously, his cute smile, his hair, his jawline, just everything.

I realized I've been staring, receiving a mischievous smirk from Aaron.

"Don't give me that look!"

"Hey, guys! You're under the mistletoe!" John points out.

My heart sunk.

Laf and Angelica blush deeply, both staring lovingly into each other's eyes.

They... like each other?

B-but I thought... I thought Angelica wasn't into Lafayette...

When did this happen?

My face paled and my eyes grow wide.

"Oh, we really shouldn't!" Laf looks up at John.

"Sorry Laf, but it's the tradition."

They share a quick kiss, my heart shattering to a million pieces.

How could she?

She knows I have a huge crush on him and she does it anyway!

What are you thinking, Y/n?

It's the tradition.

They're in love. Deal with it.

You're just a huge boulder in the middle of their happiness.

What were you thinking?

She obviously only told you she wasn't into him so you wouldn't suspect anything!

You're so stupid!

It hurt to watch. I inhaled shakily and slipped out before anyone noticed.

"N/n, you okay?"

Shit.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Aaron."

***

Seems the winds have calmed.

"Hey, you okay, mon Cheri?" Lafayette steps out onto the porch.

"Hm?" I turn and smile. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"You sure you okay?" His voice seemed hopeful. Like he wanted me to admit something.

"Actually... uh..."

Just say it!

You have nothing to lose.

Just a couple words.

These 3 words could change everything. Or not.

So just say it...

Why is it so hard?

Why am I scared this will tarnish our friendship?

What if he thinks I'm a stalker?

What if he doesn't like me back?

What if he thinks I'm a loser?

What if he thinks I'm weird?

"Y/n?" His voice melted like honey. It snapped me out of my trance.

"Erm... Lafayette... I... I..." I continue to stammer for a good 6 minutes.

I looked up at his warm smile.

"You're cute when you're flustered," He commented.

I blushed harder.

This is embarrassing at it is!

Wait! He thinks I'm cute!

What if he likes me back!?

Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God!

"Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette, Marquis de La Fayette, I, Y/n L/n, really like you."

He was taken aback.

Oh, no!

He doesn't like me back, does he!?

Oh, I'm so stupid for saying this!

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"I like you too, N/n."

I froze and my mind went blank.

"Wait, what?"

"I'm surprised you 'adn't noticed sooner!"

"Notice? Notice!? You're the densest person I know!"

"Non, I was just... 'ow you say?"

"Annoying? Secretive?"

"Acting!"

I laugh.

"Will you do me de honor of being mine, Y/n L/n?"

"Oh, I'd be greatly honored, good sir."

And he steals a kiss.