(Y/N POV)

"I'm not meeting them." Emily argued.
"C'mon, you just need to say hi, that's it!" I tried to persuade her.
"NO! All of your friends so far are insane!"
"They're Alexander's friends, too!"
She turned to her side, ignoring me. "I don't care.

I clambered out of the bed, opening the curtains to reveal... snow. The streets were coated in a thick sheet of snow, filtering the world with a glow of white. "Emily, look!"
"What?" she grunted.
"Snow!"
She rolled from her bed, scrambling over to my side. "Oh my God, it's snow."

"How about we call on a snowball fi-- oh my--" I interrupted myself, planting my face against the cold window. At once, I was engulfed with bitterness, but it was for a good reason. Trudging through the snow was a man, trying to escape from being dragged in; he was in a hurry. As for the other two, they tracked his footprints from behind, avoiding the submission of the snow.

"THEY'RE HERE!!" I threw my shoes on, lumbered in my nightgown still. Was there any need to dress to impress? I quickly stroked my fingers through my hair, abandoning Emily to the window.

Halfway down the stairs, I observed as a blurred figure wrapped its hand around the doorknob.

And within a flash, the door was opened.

Bouncing off of the stairs, I chucked my arms around John, ignoring the frost upon his shoulders. He was just as ecstatic, hugging me like it'd been forever. Though, it had.

We didn't exchange any words, no sign of conversation: just us two and the hug. Peering up, Lafayette and Hercules were drawing in closer. "I'm so glad you're alright." John finally whispered.
I giggled. "Why wouldn't I be?"

He departed from my arms to check me from head to toe. "You look great!" he exclaimed.
"I got up an hour ago, so I'd be surprised if I didn't." I joked. Lafayette pressed his hand against the door frame, panting from the struggle of the snow. "Lafayette!" I gave him a hug, but not like the one John and I had shared. Hercules followed, and I did the same for him.

Alexander wandered in from the living room, firmly patting his companions on the back. I was hoping that Emily would make an attempt to come downstairs, but alas, she didn't. "Where is your sister?" John asked curiously.
"Hiding." I muttered. "EMILY!! GET DOWNSTAIRS!!"

No reply.

"It's alright, mon ami. She's shy, that's all." Lafayette contemplated. "Oh, will you shut that door before we freeze?!" He slammed the door shut, as Hercules hadn't yet done so.
"Well, please come through." Alexander insisted, leading into the living room. I abandoned my usual couch, sitting by Alexander. John decided to sit by me, with Lafayette and Hercules on the other couch.

"So how are you all?" I started.
"The question is how are you?" Hercules corrected. John and Lafayette chuckled.
"Great, I guess. It's strange having a normal life again." Word about me had spread rapidly, but thankfully it hadn't reached some people. Dr Hosack, Mrs Taylor, Hugh: to my knowledge, they all still believe that David is my partner. Or was. But now with the soldiers back, news was going to spread quicker than ever.

"No one's caused you any trouble, no?" Lafayette questioned.
"...No." I lied.
John stared outside of the window, clearly thinking of something. "Shit, I uh, forgot to get something from my place."
"You're kidding." Hercules sighed.
"No way are we going back out there!" Lafayette implored.
"Yeah, John, it's freezing!" Alexander joined in.

"I'll come." I insisted. "I mean, it'll be a nice relief from the heat we've had." John nodded, and I left for my bedroom. Time to confront my sister. I turned the doorknob, finding her still at the window. "What are you doing?"
"Observing." she responded, drawing pictures on the window with the tip of her finger.
"...Okay...?"

I reached my hand through the closet to grab the thickest dress I could find. We weren't rich, so of course, it wasn't that thick at all, but I had a small coat to come with it. I wandered behind the dressing screen, throwing my nightgown aside. "I'm going out with John for a while." I informed her.
"John?" she pondered. "As in John Laurens?"
"Yeah. Remember him from the musical? The one with the curly hair?"
"The musical's trash, why would I care about it?"

I tightened the corset, gritting my teeth. "Maybe because we're practically living in it?"
"No, we're living within the story, not the singing and dancing."
"What makes you think it was just all singing and dancing?" I stepped into the dress, pulling it up to my shoulders.
"Because it's all you ever did. Going around the house, screaming 'Alexander Hamilton' all day long."

I smiled, coming out and hauling my coat on. "Still, I'm not coming down." she announced.
"Fine, then you'll just get to miss out on all the fun." Smirking, I left her to the room again, scuttling downstairs and returning back to John.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

~

"This is the way to your house...?" I quizzed as we trailed through a path between an army of trees.
"Why would we be going there? I have a better idea." he replied confidently.
"So you tricked me just to get me out of the house, to go to... wherever you're taking me?"
"Essentially, yes."

John started violently twisting his head, stopping suddenly at a place to our right. "Here we are!" There was a narrow clearing between the trees, layered with branches to block the entrance. But John headed straight for it, breaking the branches.
"John, what are you doing?!" I spat.
"Here. Take my hand." He offered it out to me, and feeling I had no other choice, I foolishly took it.

The branches snapped, flailing snow directly into my face as they did. "John, really, what are you doing?" I giggled. He didn't answer, leading me deeper through. Just before I could see light, he turned around. "Okay, now close your eyes!"
"John, last time you said that you threw a sword at me."
"Now where am I going to get that from? C'mon, it'll be great, trust me!"

Crossing my arms, I stubbornly shut my eyes. He dodged his way around me, taking both of my shoulders to lead my forward. "John I'm going to fall."
"You won't!" he joked. The air grew less dense, and I realised that we'd reached the end of our trail. "Okay, open!"

Before me was a swing set, with two separate swings attached. They were layered in snow. "Oh my gosh..."
"Right?!" John jogged up to the swings, swiping the snow away from them. "My mother used to take us here whenever we visited New York." I decided to tend to the other swing, but as I was sweeping the snow, I had... other ideas.

I took a handful of the snow in my hand, cupping it into a ball and lodging it at John's head. He looked at me in surprise. "That's what you get for flicking snow in my face before."
"If that's how you want to play then so be it." John went to the side, gathering a pile of snow as an attack. I repeated on the other side, immediately preparing my supply of snowballs.

I frantically yielded them at John, finding that my aim had worsened after leaving the war. Though, some did hit. I knew I didn't stand a chance at this point, so I developed on a boundary of snow as quickly as possible to hide behind. It was no match, however, for snowballs came whizzing my way, hitting from my forehead to my chest. My face stung from the impact, but I battled on through it.

I scooped up my failed wall into my arms, cradling it like a baby. I trudged on as fast as I could to John, attempting to dodge the snowballs. Finally, I lunged at him, dumping the snow right onto his head. In the process, he held his foot out, causing me to trip over and faceplant the snow. John laughed, bringing himself back to his feet.

"I won again!" he bragged.

"This. Isn't. Over." I spluttered, head still buried in the snow.

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