Guess who can't the music of Hamilton out of there head? WHY IS THIS PLAY SO AMAZING?!

Anyway, I haven't written Hetalia in a while and I'm SHOCKED that no one's done something like this yet so here we go! I may write more based around the other songs, because as I listened I just kept imagining young America running around every number, peeking from behind the sets, watching his Founding Fathers free him and help him grow :3

Plus, I don't see enough Founding Father stuff in the Hetalia fandom so I decided to help add to the small amount. WE NEED MORE!

It was the early 1770s, the sun reaching a high point in the sky as mid-morning began to pass by.

Young fifteen-year-old Alfred Jones stood on the port of New York, watching as the ships began to come in. He ignored the piles of tea, herbs, and other supplies as the men grudgingly paid the obscene amount of money for their delivery. Though they didn't show it, Alfred could feel the stirring turmoil of his people growing with every day.

He had no idea what this was going to mean, but he knew that something big was coming. That was why he was here. He had woken up with the sudden gut feeling that he needed to go to the New York Harbor. Something, no, someone was coming. Someone important, to him, to his people, to his country. It was the same feeling he felt when he met a man named Washington from Mt. Vernon, and many other important men who studied politics.

But for some reason, this one felt different. He didn't know why, but he was sure he would find out soon. He gazed up as a large passenger ship from the Caribbean docked.

Alfred walked towards the ship, being pulled by the feeling, when his eyes fell on the first figure, walking down the stairs from the ship.

Alexander Hamilton felt a multitude of things when he stepped off that ship. Ecstatic, scared out of his mind, curious, everything! He had actually made it! A bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, had written his way up from the bottom and made it to the mainland! There were a million things he hadn't done and now he finally had a chance! He would get his education and do his late mother proud. "Just you wait…" He said softly.

As he carried his bags, full of books and the few belongings he had, he began to make his way towards the city when something stopped him. Or rather, someone.

It was a boy, quite young by the looks of it, fresh out of childhood. He had golden hair and blue eyes that seemed to glow even from a distance. The rest of the noises of the port seemed to die away as the two locked eyes with each other.

Hamilton didn't know what it was that made him stop, but he felt something. A connection of sorts, but he didn't even know this boy! They had never met before, surely! So…why could he not take his eyes off him? Why did he suddenly feel the need to stand up for this one person?

The boy stared at him with a blank stare. There was no emotion on his face but his eyes seemed to shine with curiosity and knowing. The boy did nothing, said nothing, only tilted his head ever so slightly, as if the sight of the older man was a mystery.

Hamilton was jolted out of his stunned reverie as the loud horn of the ship blared through the air. He blinked and glanced around, shaking his head. The eyes from that boy had made him see spots.

He looked back to where the boy was standing…but he was gone. But…there was no way that he was just imagining it…? "My first day and I'm already hallucinating…" He muttered, rubbing his temples.

Hamilton turned his attention back to his path and started to walk. He made it a few yards when he realized that his left arm was swinging by his side…his left arm, where he had been holding two extra books that wouldn't fit in his bag. He must have dropped them when he saw that boy!

He began to hurriedly make his way back the way he came, glancing around for his books when someone tapped him on the shoulder. "Looking for these?" He turned around and there was the boy, now standing right before him. A small smile was on his face as he held up the two books, "You dropped these earlier."

Hamilton blinked as he found himself struggling to find the right words. That strange feeling was still there, but stronger now that the boy was closer and it was scaring the life out of him! "Th-Thank you." He managed, taking the books.

The boy nodded, his smile becoming brighter, "Welcome to the Colonies." He said, and before Hamilton could say another word, the boy was running off, vanishing into the crowds of people.

Hamilton would have called out to the boy if he still wasn't so stupefied by him. He felt a bit better knowing that the boy certainly wasn't in his head, but that connection wasn't in his head either. He had no idea what it meant…but now wasn't the time to find out. Tucking his books more firmly under his arm, Hamilton set out towards the city.

Alfred smiled as he watched the man go. Something big was definitely coming, he was certain of it now. He couldn't tell from a distance, but after seeing him up close, he just knew that he would help cause that big something. He wasn't sure what it would be, but he knew for a fact that this man would change everything.

The world will never be the same, now that Alexander Hamilton is here.