Who's ready for some Hamiltrash?

-Pumpkin

"Please?"

"Non."

"Aw, c'mon! I know that you can do it." You begged Francis as he walked around the room placing the boxes inside the house. "Please?"

"Do it, do it, do it!" Alfred cheered next as he appeared from the stairs. "I'll be Burr if you want me too!"

"I call Mulligan- wait, Matthew's Mulligan." You raised your hand with such excitement that you accidentally hit Arthur in the face.

"Oh shit!" You immediately started to apologize to him with speed that you were practically rapping it out.

Alfred even started to beatbox as Matthew came into the house with more boxes. Matthew joined in as Francis sighed with a smile.

You and the four boys were moving in your new house. They were in a fraternity, but you decided to stay with them. The nearest apartment to the university is haunted, the dorms were all full, the nearest sorority was already full, and you knew these boys better than anyone else in the university.

"Shit, are you okay? Man, dude, sir, mister, are you okay?" You rambled out. "Please don't tell me your time is up."

"No, my time is still far from up." Arthur wiped the blood off his nose. "Just a nosebleed, that's all."

You sighed and looked at Francis with puppy dog eyes.

He sighed.

"Alright-"

"YES!" You and Alfred cheered.

Matthew joined in as soon as the three of you took your seats on the velvet sofa. Francis cleared his throat as Alfred began to rap.

Alfred: How does a ragtag, vonlunteer army in need of a shower
Somehow defeat a global superpower
How do we emerge victorious from the quagmire Leave the battle field waving Betsy Ross' flag higher
Yo! Turns out we have a secret weapon
An immigrant you know and love who's unafraid to step it

Matthew was already holding you down on your seat to prevent you from jumping.

Alfred: He's constantly confusing, confounding the British henchmen

"EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR AMERICA'S FAVORITE FIGHTING FRENCHMAN!"

"LAFAYETTE!" The three of you yelled with joy.

Francis began to rap with his strong accent.

Francis: I'm taking this horse by the reins making red coats redder than blood stains!

"LAFAYETTE!"

Francis: And I'm never gonna stop until I make 'em drop and burn 'em up and scatter their remains I'm-

"LAFAYETTE!"

Francis: Watch me engagin' them! Escapin' em! Enragin' em! I'm-

"LAFAYETTE!"

Francis: I go to France for more funds.

"LAFAYETTE!"

Francis: I come back with more guns-

"And ships. And so the balance shifts!" You and Alfred joined.

Matthew: We rendezvous with Rochambeau, consolidate their gifts!

Matthew stood up and began to act as Washington.

Francis: We can end this Yorktown, cut them off at sea, but for this to succeed, there is someone else we need.

Matthew: I know.

"HAMILTON!" You and Alfred yelled.

Arthur watched the show behind you and Alfred as Matthew and Francis played their roles.

Francis: Sir, he knows what to do in a trench. Ingenuitive and fluent in French, I mean-

"HAMILTON!"

Francis: Sir, you're gonna have to use him eventually. What is he going to do on the bench, I mean-

"HAMILTON!"

Francis: No one has more resilience, or matched ma practical tactical brilliance!

"HAMILTON!"

Francis: You wanna fight for your land back?

Matthew: I need right hand man back.

Matthew reached his hand out for you to stand up. You grinned widely. But before you can even stand up, the doorbell rang.

You all groaned in annoyance from the sudden interuption. The others laughed as Matthew went to get the door.

You sulked in your seat and sighed.

"Hey, (Y/n)." Alfred got your attention.

You listened closely.

Alfred: I'm John Laurens in the place to be! Two pints o' Sam Adams, but I'm working three uh!

You laughed and started to make a beat on the coffee table.

Alfred: Those red coats don't want it with be 'cuz I'll pop chick-a pop those cops 'til I'm free!

Francis: Oui, oui, mon ami, je'mapelle Lafayette!

You howled a cheer as Francis began to accepr that he was going to be a part of this if he was going to live with you guys.

Francis: The Lancelot of the Revolutionary Set! I cam from afar just to say: "Bonsoir!" Tell the King: "Casse toi!" Who's the best? C'est moi!

Out of nowhere Matthew came in starting Mulligan's verse.

Matthew: Brrrahhh! Brrrah! I am Hercules Mulligan! Up in it, lovin' it! Yes I heard ya mother said: "Come again?!"

"AYYYE!" You, Alfred, and Francis cheered.

Matthew: Lock up your daughters and horses, of course it's hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets.

Francis: Wow...

Alfred: No more sex, pour me another brew son! Lets raise a couple more-

You all grabbed the beer bottles from the coffee table and raised them up.

"TO THE REVOLUTION!"

Alfred: Well if it ain't the prodigy of Princeton College.

You all looked at Arthur, who just came in the living room, as he rolled his eyes at the four of you.

Matther: Aaron Burr-

Alfred: Give us a verse, drop some knowledge.

You started to beatbox as Arthur chuckled lightly.

Arthur: Good luck with that, you're taking a stand. You spit, I'ma sit, we'll see where we land.

You cheered as the others played their parts. Everyone was getting into it.

Alfred: Burr, the revolution's immimemt, what do you stall for?

(Y/n): If you stand for nothing, Burr. What'll you fall for?

Francis, Alfred, and Matthew looked at you.

Alfred: Ohh, who are you?

Matthew: Who are you?

Francis: Who are you?

F/A/M: Who is this kid, what's he gonna do?

You smiled widely. You prayed that there will be no more interuptions for the next song.

"I am not throwing away my shot."

Everyone started to clap along as you started to do a little dance.

(Y/n): I am not throwing away my shot! Heyo, I'm just like my country-

All: I'm young, scrappy, and hungry!

(Y/n): And I'm not throwing away my shot!

You fell backwards as they caught you and pushed you back!

(Y/n): I'ma get a scholarship to King's College! I probably shouldn't brag, but dag! I amaze and astonish! The problem is I got a lot of brains, but no polish! I gotta holler just do be heard with every word, I drop knowledge! I'm a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal. Tryin' to reach my goal. My power of speech: unimpeachable! Only nineteen, but -

Suddenly, a gun shot was sound from the outside. The five of you suddenly went for the window to check it out.

Stay alive...

"What the..." You pressed your face closer to the window to see a kid on the ground as Stay Alive (Reprise) started to play in the background.

You all looked at each other dumbfounded, but realized what was happening.

"Of course we got scholarships to Colombia University for Hamilton."

You sighed. "Of course."

This was only a short drabble of pure randomness so I can stand up here to declare that I am Hamiltrash. Yes, I have been in the Hamilton fandom all this time. If you follow me on Tumblr (wow I sounds professional), you'll see how deep I am into the fandom. Thanks Tumblr.
But now I gotta go! I gotta be in Monticello- I mean back to updating... Hahahahaha.... Yeah... I love Daveed Diggs....... It's clipping. bitch!
Auf Wiedersehen for now!

-Pumpkin

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