One thing that disappointed me greatly about Hamilton is that we never see Alex's reaction to Washington's death.  Soooooo ur boy took it upon himself to make Hammy go through even more pain because why the hell not!

This is based on some fanart I saw the other day on Pinterest so idk who created it sorry.

Now enjoy while I make yet another comfort character SUFFERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Alexander sat in his chair. Writing. When was he not writing?

Eliza stood in the doorway, a letter in her hand. She knocked to get her husband's attention.

Alex looked up at his beautiful wife. "Eliza." He said, a smile coming over his face. Though it didn't quite reach his eyes. He had bags under his eyes, and he looks tired and worn out. Eliza doesn't even want to know he had a full night of sleep.

"This is for you." She says, handing him the letter. She saw who it was from. She knew what was coming, before she left she turned to him. "I'd read it now if I were you. I'm so sorry Alex."

Alex frowned as his wife left. Sorry for what?

He turned the letter over and felt his gut well up with dread upon seeing the name on the back.

'Martha Washington'

Why would Martha write to him? George was always the one who wrote to him...unless.

Hamilton tore the letter open. Scanning it, and of course, his worst fear had come true...

"Dear Alexander,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. I know this is a horrible way to deliver this news but unfortunately, there is no other way.

I'm terribly sorry to tell you this but my husband, George Washington, is dead.

You see, George has been sick for weeks and we knew he wasn't going to make it.

Once he came to terms with the fact he wasn't going to make it, you know him, stubborn as ever, he wrote a letter for you to say his goodbyes, I've attached it below.

He has told me so very much about you and I know he loved you as if you were his son.

I'll send you the information for the funeral.

I'm truly sorry.

- M. Washington."

Alex dropped the letter and felt the sobs rake through his body, George was...gone.

This had to be some cruel joke! Right!?

This was the-...his General for god's sake! The former president! He can't be dead! He...he just can't!

Alex carefully picked up the other letter that was poking out of the envelope.

His sobs only grew louder as he read what it said,

"Alexander,

Hello son. It has been a while, hasn't it? Hope you and your family are doing good. I've missed you dearly, my boy.

I'm afraid I won't be able to make it through this one. But just know, I fought hard with the hope and knowledge that I will see you again soon.

Take care of yourself, since this old man can't look after your reckless ass anymore.

Remember, history has its eyes on you.

I love you son.

- G. Washington"

Alex fell to his knees, clutching the letter tightly to his chest.

"I'M NOT YOUR SON!" He yelled. His voice was hoarse. "DON'T CALL ME SON...I'M NOT YOUR...I'm not your... "

He looked over at his desk, which had a photo of him and the General, standing together, it was the last time Alex had seen George. The day George had retired from being president.

"Call me son...one more time...please sir...please." He whispered miserably and let the grief overcome him. "One last time."

Eliza slowly walked over to her husband. She knew how much this hurt him. He often talked about how much he loved and looked up to the man.

She gathered him up in her arms and just held him. Letting him cry and scream for his fallen father figure.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours until Alex simply passed out from exhaustion.

With the help of Phillip, they were able to carry Alex's slim, almost too light, form onto the couch in his office.

Eliza kissed her husband's forehead and then ushered her eldest son and her out of the room. When Phillip asked what was wrong with his father, Eliza just shook her head and told her son that Alexander lost someone very close to him and it's best if they leave him to grieve.

Alex was fast asleep.

His dream started normal,

He was in the general's office, writing a paper for him.

"Son."

Alex looked up at his general, "You're Excellency." He acknowledged, getting back to his writing.

When he heard no response Alex looked back up to see Washington gone. Grief hit him right in the chest as he remembered,

'Washington's dead, dead, dead, dead.'

Alex shot up, breath heavy. He couldn't take this. How was he supposed to move on!?

"Alexander." A voice says. A voice that sounds far too familiar.

Alex looks up, tears stained on his cheeks as he freezes at the sight in front of him.

It was non-other than George Washington.

He looked younger, like how he looked when Hamilton had just met him. And he didn't look like a solid form either. He had a blue outline.

He smiled at the boy in front of him, kneeling in front of him.

Alex hadn't moved a muscle, scared that if he moved or looked away for a second Washington would be gone forever.

"You're....you're supposed to be..why aren't you..more dead?"

Washington gave the boy a sympathetic smile and Alex couldn't take it anymore. He completely shattered into a million pieces. Sobs racked through his whole body as he threw himself at his father,

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry sir...please-...don't go-...I'm so sorry."

Washington held his boy in horror. He did this? He hurt his son. He didn't mean to of course. But yet he did.

"Alexander-" He started but was surprisingly cut off by something he thought he would never hear,

"Call me son...please..call me son."

George was taken aback with an incredible fondness for the boy in his arms.

"Okay, alright, calm down son, it's ok. I'm here now." He whispered into his boy's hair.

Alex sobbed harder, "Don't leave me...please...please don't leave me again."

George's heart broke. He felt himself fading. He couldn't stay much longer.

"Son, listen to me, it's going to be ok. I promise. I'll always be watching over you, listening to everything you say even when I'm not physically here. I am beyond proud of the man you've become. And when your time comes, I'll be there. I promise."

The younger man shook his head repeatedly into his father's chest, "No...no, please no....please sir-...dad...dad no don't leave."

George blinked back his tears as he held his son a little tighter, "My dear Alexander, it's alright. I'll see you on the other side."

And slowly, George faded away.

"Wait, Dad! I love you so much! You're the father I never had. I'm sorry I pushed you away! You mean so much to me! Please don't go!" Alex rambled on and on. Needing to get everything off his chest.

George gave him one last smile before disappearing for good, "I'll see you soon, son."

And soon couldn't have come slower

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Alexander watches his wife from up above as she sings about all she's done since his death.

"I raise funds in DC for the Washington monument!"

And suddenly there's a voice behind him, "She tells my story."

And Hamilton knew that voice far too well. He turns around and runs into Washington's waiting arms.

"Hello, Alexander."

Alex looks up and smiles brightly for the first time in a long time.

"Hi, dad."

BOOM! OVER 1k WORDS OF SHIT!

Sorry, that ending was so bad, wasn't quite sure how to end it.

This is part 1 of the "I wrote this at 2 am, logic is non-existent, fuck canon/history, I DO WHAT I WANTTTTTTTT, Hamilton series xD

Or just WashingDad and HamilSon :)

This is literally crap and cringe I'm sorry lmao

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