(It’s 1796!!)

Hamilton was always an impulsive guy, he didn’t whatever he thought was right. Wich was always good, but you found it endearing. You were president of United States. George Washington- that was you. And Hamilton was your so called right hand man, he always helped you and did your paperwork. He was also good at field. If not only his fast talking mouth.

But he knew you saw potential in him. He’d be great president. That’s what he dreamed to be. He had big dreams and loads of motivation and determination.

Yet today, he did what he shouldn’t. He shot an English spy, it was a dangerous move, they could want something now from American army and you already had a war going on. Why did he have to be so impulsive. Everyone knew things won’t be good when you stepped in with a frown, seeing the soldier getting bandaged, gladly he didn’t die. Burr already knew what to do, so did others. Only Alexander stood there looking at the man with a hateful face.

In matter of 15 minutes, Alexander was called into your main office. He did a very dangerous thing, and didn’t feel like it was wrong. You two had an argument, his tone cold as ice. Especially when you called him ‘son’. It was a habit of you to call your men that, yet it triggered something in Alexander. Maybe it was because he was an orphan and didn’t want to be called that? He told you to stop two times, but the argument was going on and words just slipped when you called him this one more time. He took a quick step towards you, his hand clenched and raising up a bit, his eyes full of rage.

“Call me son one more time!”

He said in a louder voice. But then he quickly took a step back, his expression softening, eyes bit wide with shock of his action. If he could only apologize. He shouldn’t have done that. He raised his voice at president. His general. This was something you should never do to a person like you. But it just slipped, he was mad and you pushed him too far.