AU where there is no Hunger Games characters involved, just Hamilton characters in the time of the 50th Hunger Games.

Alexander Hamilton sat. It was all he could do. Just staring at the wall, twiddling his thumbs. There was nothing to do before the Reaping. You just sit and pray that you don't get chosen as tribute. He was 18, his last year that he could be in the Hunger Games. He should be relieved that after this year, he won't be entered in the Reaping anymore, but he wasn't. He signed up for tesserae each year. Thankfully, he only had gotten one each year, since he lived by himself in District 12. Alex has 7 entries from being eighteen, plus 7 more from the tesserae. Only 14 out of thousands of slips of paper. But, this year, it will be different. For the first Quarter Quell, there were 2 girls from each district and no boys, and this year, for the 2nd Quarter Quell, there will be 2 boys from each district. There is a catch this time though. Both boys and girls can volunteer as tribute, but girls will not be in the reaping bowl. Not like any girl would want to go in for him. He only knew a few people. Nobody would ever sponsor him. They wouldn't have pity for somebody like him. Alex only has one friend, if you could even call it that. John Laurens lived about a block away. If there were any events, they would often go together. As in, when there was a reaping, they'd look for each other in the crowd and just stand next to each other, praying neither of them would go in. John has a sister, Mary. He refuses to let her get the tesserae, so Laurens has 7 entries from being 18, and 14 more from signing him and Mary up for tesserae. The odds are not in his favor. Although, there are many more children in District 12 who have their name in the reaping over 40 times. Alex looked up at the clock. 1:45. Time to go.

At 1:55, John and Mary finally found Alex in the large stream of people at the Reaping. 5 more minutes until 2 unfortunate children will be set up for death.

"Hi!" John said, putting on a fake smile, hoping that it would be generic enough.

"Don't even pretend to be happy." Alex mumbled, staring at the floor, "The odds are not in our favor."

"Trust me," Mary pleaded, "There are thousands of papers in there. The chances that one of you will go in are slim to none."

"That's easy for you to say," John growled, "You're not even IN the Reaping!"

"I know," Mary said quietly, "But I believe in you two. You won't be in the Hunger Games."

Alex nodded. He had a plan. If Laurens was a tribute, he would volunteer for him. He couldn't let him go in. Not after loving him for so long, and then throwing away his shot. Of course, Laurens didn't know Alex loved him. He may never.

Laurens stopped himself from getting angry at Mary. He had a plan. If Alex was a tribute, he would volunteer for him. Ever since he laid eyes on Alexander, he knew Alex was everything he could ever ask for. After loving him for so long, he won't let him go. He will spare his life. He won't win for Alex, Laurens was sure of that. There were much stronger districts. But Alex won't think anything of it. Laurens knew that they were only acquaintances, possibly friends, but he might be overthinking it. He knew Alex didn't love him. He never will.

As the clock struck 2, a cheery voice boomed across the district has she stepped onto the stage.

"Hello!" She shouted, "I am Sally Hemings, and, as you probably know, it is time for the 50th annual Reaping of District 12!" There was clapping from the audience, but Alex knew it wasn't real. Probably just some guy clicking switches to simulate an excited crowd.

She then explained everything about the Hunger Games and it's history. Not like anybody cared. She eventually finished up that speech that felt like it lasted in eternity.

"Well, let's get right to it!" Sally walked over to the Reaping bowl. Instead of 2 large bowls, this year there was one bowl holding all of the eligible boy's names. She dumped her hand into the bowl and shoved the papers around, clawing at them with her fake orange fingernails. "Ahem, your first tribute, is, John Laurens!"

Laurens nearly fainted, Martha turned frozen. Alexander snapped into reality.

"I volunteer as tribute!" He cried, pushing his way through the crowd before John could even process what was happening.

"And what is your name?" Sally asked.

"Hamilton. Alexander Hamilton." He said, out of breath, even though he barely had to walk far to get to Sally.

"Well, here is our first, brave tribute!" Sally shouted, "Alexander Hamilton!"

Fake applause again.

"Well, don't get TOO excited just yet!" Sally chirped gleefully, like sending kids off to murder each other was a fun game of tag. "We still have our second tribute!"

John was processing everything. Alex. He volunteered for him. No. This can't happen.

"John Trumbu-" Sally started, but was cut off by Laurens

"I VOLUNTEER!" He shouted, sprinting a few meters to the stage.

"Another volunteer!" Sally cried cheerfully. "What's your name, young man.?"

"John Laurens."

The crowd actually gasped this time. Not a fake one by a guy pressing a button on a keyboard. A gasp of shock, pity, confusion. There was one cheer. John Trumbull most likely. Relieved that he doesn't have to go in.

"Well would you look at that! Best friends supporting each other I say?" Sally asked, covering her amazement.

Alex almost shook his head no, but he stayed silent. They could use this to their advantage in the games.

"There you have it!" Sally said, ignoring her previous question. "Our District 12 victors, John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton!"