The Unoriginal (Aaron Burr x Reader)

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Cato and Hercules vs. Lafayette and John.. with Hamilton giving John some cheers and tips.

That left you and Burr alone. "So...", he said awkwardly. "So... I was stupid and thought we'd all have a civil conversation here. That obviously didn't happen." He have a small laugh. "Yeah.. And also why do you address me by my last name? It's polite but I'm more than fine with you calling me by my first name." "That's okay. I just call people by their last names out of habit if I'm not 100% comfortable with them yet. So you can see why that baby faced moron will be called 'Hamilton' for a veeerry long time." Burr nodded in response. He understood your intentions, but he thought that you could at least call him "Aaron" every once in awhile​. You heard footsteps running from behind you.

Then someone booty bumped Burr in the back, making him fall to the hard ground. You spun around but you only got pushed off the crate you were sitting on to the ground. You skidded on the ground from the push on your right side. Your right shoulder, knee, and cheek were burning, but mostly your cheek. When the momentum finally stopped, you sat up and felt your cheek. It was definitely bleeding. You looked back over to where you were you were sitting. A man was standing on the crate with a formal suit on. "That fooking bloody piece of shit." Burr, who was only a yard away, heard your accent break through. "So your accent is still 'long gone'?", Burr asked being a tease. "Shut up ya arse, look at what he did to my face", you said with your accent fading away mid-sentence. Burr immediately got up and looked at the side of your face. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?", he asked frantically. "Well it's really numb, so there's not that much pain.

"HEAR YE! HEAR YE!"

He's got that British accent for sure. Loyalist or not, I'm pissed.

You got up and stormed over to him. You didn't care what was going down. It didn't matter you what you would to to him because you told Hercules that your bail money was under the display case in the bakery. But then an arm pulled you back. "It's not worth it", he whispered in your ear as a crowd started to form around the man. You and Burr walked over to the fountain where Lafayette just persuaded Hamilton to wreck his biscuits. Hercules decided minutes before that this wasn't the environment Cato should be in, so he asked for him to please go on a few errands. Burr hurriedly grabbed Hamilton's arm while you were next to Lafayette looking at this Samuel Seabury state his case. He was just stating how he felt about us revolting, nothing formal. When Burr went away, you John, Lafayette, and Hercules took turns pushing Hamilton towards the speaker. When he finally had enough of it, he took it a big breath. "HE'D probably have you all dead!" Was this man just trying to make you mad? You and Hamilton's minds were set on fire with anger and irritation for Seabury altogether. Out of this anger you pushed Hamilton hard enough to send him about two feet away from the crate. "Such a shame.." Being in front of Seabury, with his words right next to him, made Hamilton snap.

"Yo."

The rest of the heated debate was mostly confusing to the ear, but you tried to just focus on Hamilton's words. Whenever their words came to a comparison, it sounded like a clash of swords in a sword fight. "It's hard to listen to you with a straight face." You let a sly smile slip.

"My dog speaks more elegantly than thee." You and John snickered "They're playing a dangerous game-" "bUT STRANGELY YOUR MANGE IS THE SAAAME~" You covered your smile to hold in a snort. John looked liked he was about to explode into a million rutabagas. " mercy", Seabury said with a cocky frown. "Is he in Jersey?", Hamilton said innocently with his hands held together under his chin. "FOR SHAME!", the loyalist said while clutching his scroll to his heart. Hamilton turned around to the crowd. "For the Revolution!" "FOR SHAAAAAME!" "FOR THE REVOLUTION!", everyone in the crowd yelled including yourself. A little later, Aaron tried to calm down Alexander and by that time, your little brother was patting him on the back too. But then you heard two sets of loud footsteps from behind you. Then you were forcefully shoved in the ribs and fell to the floor. You looked up to see a large Redcoat soldier march up to the crate and Burr looking over at your figured. He didn't look like he was pissed, but he was certainly concerned for you. You tried to give you a smile to make him calm it, but he ignored as he clenched his fists and walked over to the man headed straight towards his direction.