I shoot another blue coat in the leg, watching him fall to the ground in the ground in pain. I run over to him and hit him with my bayonet. The blood drains is lifeless body, leaving his face pale, almost clear as white. I smirk at the sight of another male dead on the battlefield. Another blue coat has his gun raised at me. He shoots but I duck the bullet. I raise from my spot and shoot him in the chest. He falls to the ground clutching his chest. I load my gun with more bullets as my fellow soldiers move ahead killing any opposing soldier in sight. I just love the war. Why you may ask? Well my dad was a soldier, he taught me everything I need to know about fighting and war. He taught me how to use a gun. All the kids at school thought as me as a ruler. They were scared I would hurt them if they didn't listen to me so they did whatever I wanted. I ran back to the tents to take a breather. I'm the most ruthless, bravest, courageous soldier here according to our general. Once I walk into the tent, I realized I was somewhere wrong. I snooped around a little bit to find out it was a part of the opposing sides tents. It had four beds, all of them messy and covered with gunpowder making the white sheets look black. The floor was just the dirt of the ground of the woods. There was pages all over the place, I look closer at the notes. It's letters to congress by one Alexander Hamilton. Don't know who he is. They had many guns loaded on the beds, it's a shame they don't have bayonets on their guns. It would make their lives so much easier, even though their lives just might end. I take all their guns and put them in my satchel. There was only small four guns so they fit along with their thirty or less bullets. I hear footsteps coming near the tent, I leap for the nearest bed and slide under it. I fit under a blanket that was under the bed, thank god I'm small.

"Alexander where are our guns there all gone." A French accent boomed through the tent. I heard a scoff, an annoyed scoff.

"Also all the bullets." A strong voice screamed. I peeked out of the blanket to see four pairs of leather boots standing in the middle of the tent.

"Search everywhere, under everything the beds, blankets, come on." A man with a Caribbean accent screams. The boots start running around the whole tent looking for the guns and bullets I stole. I pull the blanket fully over my body again, now I'm completely hidden. As I'm hiding under here, I feel cool air hit me. I didn't realize my eyes were shut but my eyes shoot open. It is suddenly lighter under the blanket, the bed has been lifted up. Don't move, don't move. Then it goes back to darkness, the bed dropped again.

"Lafayette, John, Alexander we need you out here NOW!" A voice screamed.

"All our guns and bullets are gone!" The Frenchman screams.

"We have more for you, let's go. Hercules search for them." I peek again to see only one pair of boots in the tent.

"I didn't check under that blanket." The man muttered. Frick. The blanket I was under, he didn't check it. I look down at my coat, it isn't on. Excellent . I take the rest of it off and shuffle it down to my feet, I take the blanket off me and wrap it around the jacket. In a swift motion, I slide from back under the bed, Hercules or something like that look at me with shock as he points the gun at me.

"Don't shoot, I was just looking for guns in my tent they were stolen." I shouted. He slowly lowered the gun and nodded.

"What's that?" He asked pointing to my waist. I gulp a bit, I've never been scared like this around somebody. He can shoot me when ever he wants because I left my gun under the bed and I don't know how to use these guns the blue coats have.

"It's a satchel I found on the ground, I haven't l-looked in it." I un-latched it from my waist and tossed it to him. He opened it and saw the guns, I grew nervous again.

"You found them, thank you." He pats my shoulder. His eyes look tired and droopy, he has a blue coat on that reaches his knees, he had a gray bandanna that was tied around his slightly curly hair that didn't puff out of his head. He had brown mesmerizing eyes that you could just get lost in. Oh god Y/N, you don't like people who commit treason, you don't like traitors.

"Where's your gun?" He questions snapping me out of my thoughts.

"U-m, th-that's why I was looking for my guns. Mine was st-stolen." He nods. He throws me a gun in the satchel.

"I'll be outside, hurry up." He also throws me a coat and runs out the tent.  I let out a breath and put on the coat and ugh, really blue. I slide back under the bed and get my gun and coat. I'll just tell him I found these things. I run outside seeing Hercules outside of the tent.

"Where did you get those?" He asked running back to war which I follow.

"I f-found i-it un-under the bed." I stutter out. He grabs it angrily.

"Flippin' redcoats." I become a bit more angered but is cut of when I see a red coat pointing a gun at us. Before the bullet reach us I push Hercules out of the way which makes me land on top of him. I scowl and push myself off him. I pull him up and we run into hiding, dodging the many bullets that have been shot at us and almost hitting us when the ricocheted off the many trees that surrounds us. Hercules pulls us to one big tree that we start to climb for hiding. Wow, they know there way around. We found a branch that was big enough to sit on but covered in branches to be hidden. We sit on the branch waiting for any signs of redcoats, which surprisingly, there wasn't any.

"So what's your name?" He asked out of the blue.

"Y/N L/N, and I know your name is Hercules..."

"Mulligan, Hercules Mulligan. I want to thank you for saving my life back there." He says pointing behind his back. I chuckle lightly remembering what happened. After that, all is peaceful, it's like the war never happened.

"I remember climbing trees with my father. We would race to the top. We were always granted with a beautiful view, almost like a painting when the sunset." I whisper, sighing wearily, grimacing at the sad memory of my father. Hercules rubs my back seeing my sad expression stuck on my face. I light pink pigment erupts on my cheeks. Oh god, what's going on. I'm falling for this man. My eyes start to get even more tired at the minute, I almost start dozing off and falling. Hercules notices this, he offers for me to lay my head on his lap, which I silently obliged. Soon enough I fell asleep against his lap. Hercules ended up leaning against the trunk and dozing off.

I've never thought a person like me, an honorable redcoats of the British, would fall in love with a solider on the opposing side in war that I was supposed to kill right when I saw him. But the problem is, what the heck do I tell him about my actual side of war?

Part 2? Lol this was bad.