(You're Alexander) (Modern au 😭)

New York City was chaotic. It always was. You started out your bedroom window. Your wife, Eliza, put a hand on your arm, "Alexander, come downstairs. Lafayette made breakfast. Again." She held your arm and went downstairs with you. Lafayette was cooking while Hercules was clinging to him. He kissed his cheek, "Laf, can I have extras?" Lafayette smirked, "Always!" John was downstairs. He looked up and saw you, "Morning, Alexander." You yawned, "Morning." You went on the couch and leaned back. You groaned and Thomas kicked you with his foot. "Get up." You groaned, "Make me." Washington came downstairs. King George III was on his back. He was giggling, "Washingtonnnn, you're so strong.. Yet you're still bottom." Your head whipped toward them, "WHAT?" Aaron sighed, "Hell no. I'm out. Tell me when food's done. Actually, deliver it." James huffed, "How romantic." Thomas smacked his shoulder. Angelica came downstairs next. Saw Washington and King George III kissing, sighed, collapsed on a couch grumbling. Peggy ran downstairs, "NEW GOSSIPPPP!!" She was waving her phone, "A cat crossed a ROAD!!" Angelica rolled her eyes, "Wow." Eliza was still hugging you, her eyes closed. Lafayette hummed, "This is gonna be amazing—Hercules. What is poking me." Hercules smirked, "My phone." Lies. John yawned, "Hurry up. I'm going back to bed after." After breakfast, mostly everyone went back to sleep. Charles Lee and Samuel Seabury were on the couch cuddling. John was in his room, staring at the ceiling. He grabbed a picture frame. The picture was you. Last year's trip. Laughing mid photo, hair crazy, ice cream dripping from your hand, and your skin sunburnt. He huffed, "Damn it, Alexander." He put it back and glanced at Hercules and Lafayette nearby. They were cuddling, watching TV. John raised an eyebrow, "This is my room." Hercules yawned, "Can we crash here?" John nodded, "Sure." Eliza was in your bedroom, cuddling you. Her hand on your chest, ring gleaming, "Alexander, you okay?" You nodded, "I'm gonna fall asleep. Stay?" Eliza nodded, "Always." She fell asleep with you. John stared at the ceiling, "Get a grip, Laurens.." He muttered to himself.