I had lost it, everything is gone. It was bombed, kidnapped, killed.

EVERYTHING.

My sister was killed along with my mother when the house was bombed. My brother was kidnapped by the English. My dad was shot in war.

Now it's my turn. What will my faith bring me.

Getting shot, kidnapped, bombed.

What. What do I get. I really don't want to die but sometimes I wanna curl up in a ball and close my eyes until I can't open them anymore.

Flashback Ends

Im back behind a tree with a revolver in my hand. I forgot I was in the army. Blue coats and red coats dropping like flies. Blood everywhere, and I'm behind a tree, shaking of the memories. I look down at my red coat trembling. I hate Britain. I never liked their ideals of the government and war. I'm a women and they sent me into war. Why, I don't know. I want to escape from Britain but the war isn't the best place to escape. I can get shot at any moment. I felt something nudge my shoulder. I turn to my left and see a blue coat. I freeze in fear. Here it goes my last moment in life. He pulls his gun down.

"What are you doing in the war. Your a women, are you a nurse?" He questioned. He a slight Caribbean accent with brown hair pulled into a ponytail.

"No I-I'm no-not." I stuttered. Why hasn't he shot me yet.

"Are you a soldier." He says quietly.

"Yes I a-am."

"Britain will be destroyed if they found out."

"I hope it will be." I say under my breath. He looks at me with a confused look.

"What."

"I hate it here in Britain. I want to escape but they put me in the war. I hate their government, I hate their ideas for war. But apparently a women must not talk about those things."

"Well then, will you help us."

"What." It's so loud I can't hear.

"Will you help us defeat the British." He says. He handed me a blue coat.

"Gladly." I say. I take of my coat quickly then put the blue one on. He stood up and grabbed my hand. He pulled me to the tents on the east side of the battlefield. He put me in the tent.

"Put this on." He said. He was handing me a hat. "His your hair under it." He said. I tucked every strand of hair except one. He looked at me and smiled. He took my gun and handed me a new one.

"Thanks." I mutter.

"I have been watching you fight."

"Why haven't you killed me." I asked. Why is he helping me. Sure I enjoy it but, should I trust him? He is pretty nice and I'm not gonna lie, he cute. What am I saying, I just met him and I don't even know his name.

"I was gonna convince you to fight with us anyways. Your an amazing fighter. For a women that's amazing." I smile at his compliment.

"Thanks."

"What's your name."

"Y/N, you." I ask.

"Alexander Hamilton."

"As in George Washington right hand man." He nods.

"How did you know."

"That's what everyone talks about in Britain. Nobody talks about Britain, they only talk about what's going on in America."

"How do you live there."

"I honestly don't know." I say. He smiles.

"Let's go." He says standing up. He holds his hand out his hand for me to take. I take the hand and he lifts me up.

"Perfect fit in mine." He breaths. I blush. He probably doesn't think I heard him. We run out of the tent and run to battle.

Hopefully we stay alive.