The Apple
This is a Hamilton tickle fic!
Summary: Philip has a lot in common with his parents, a little bit too much in fact.....
It all started with a simple phrase: The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
And it is something that is universally known: Like parent like child, like mother like daughter, like father like son.
Children often take things from their parents. Wether it be their eyes, their smiles, their shapes, their love of reading, their athletic skills, their talent or all of the above.
And in nine-year-old Philip Hamilton’s case, the statement could not be more true.
Philip had his mother’s smile and soothing voice, he had his father’s determination and dedication, he had both of his parents love and compassion. And he most certainly had the mischief passed down from both sides of the family.
The day Thomas Jefferson had met Philip, he had referred to him as a mini Alexander. This of course didn’t go down too well with Hamilton, because Jefferson was prone to using ‘Alexander’ as an insult. Yet little Philip didn’t mind, and even asked Thomas why.
“Why?”, Thomas repeated, “Your confidence, your pride, your posture”. And as Alexander was walking Philip home that night, he heard Jefferson mutter from behind them, “And his annoyingness”.
Luckily, Philip hadn’t heard that.
Another time that somebody had made a similar comment about Philip’s similarities with his parents was when his grandfather of the same name had stated: “Wow! You look identical to your mother when you smile!”. Alexander had shrugged, kissing his wife, “I know, it’s beautiful isn’t it?”.
But by far the most interesting time this had happened was on one sunny July afternoon.
Philip, Alexander, Eliza, Burr and Angelica were all having a picnic at the park. Philip was preoccupied with throwing crumbs of his jam donut at the ducks in the lake, despite the fact that his parents had told him not to. Again, the Hamilton-Schuyler mischief.
Philip crouched down by the lake, extending an arm out with a small crumb in it. A small fluffy brown duck paddled up to him and started nibbling it from the young boy’s freckled fingers.
“Daddy daddy look!” Philip cried in delight, as more ducks swam towards him.
Alexander gasped, “Philip, no!”. He ran up to his boy and lifted him up by his torso. “Put me down!” he said, struggling, “The ducks are hungry!”
“Philip Hamilton, you should know better than to be crouching down beside the lake, you could have fallen in and got hurt!”, Alexander exclaimed.
“But the ducks are so cuuuute”, Philip whined, as Alexander marched him back to the picnic blanket.
“Wow”, Burr remarked, “The kids determined, like you Alexander!”
“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree” Eliza said, as Alexander placed the small boy on her lap. Philip sat up and pricked his ears up: “What does that mean?”.
Aaron Bur, having been a prized language student, smiled and explained, “You know how apples sometimes grow on trees?”.
“Yes” Philip said in interest. “Well”, Burr said, “You grew from your parents. And when apples fall, they land close to the tree they fall from. Like how you are close to your parents!”.
“Ohhhhh”, Philip said, “I get it now. But wait, what if a bird swoops down and carries the apple away from the tree?”.
The adults all laughed gently. “Outside of the box thinker”, Angelica said, “Just like your mother”.
Philip tilted his head to the side: “Are you saying that I look like a box to you, Auntie Angie?”.
The adults all laughed again, and Burr leaned over to poke Philip in the side playfully. The freckled boy squealed and jumped, making everyone smile.
“And there is something else he has in common with his father”, Eliza stated, fluttering her fingers against the ribs of the boy below her, “He’s insanely ticklish!”.
“Muhum!”, Philip giggled, squirming around, “Stohohohop!”
Eliza stopped and smirked up at her husband, who’s face was redder than a tomato. Philip jumped out of Eliza’s arms and jumped at his dad, tackling him down to the grass.
“Yeah, pops is very ticklish!” Philip exclaimed, before clawing his little fingers into his father’s belly.
Alexander burst out laughing, only squirming lightly as not to hurt his son.
“Pihihiihihip, stohohohohop it! Plehehehehase!”.
“Ah, no”, Philip stated, keeping up his attack. The other adults all watched fondly, smiles on their faces.
“Hey, little buddy”, Burr said, tapping Philip on the shoulder, “Have you tried out his tummy button yet?”.
Philip smiled up at him before dipping his finger into the dreaded spot.
“NOHOHOHO PIHIHIHIHP, NOHOHOHOT NIHIHIHIHIHICE!”.
Burr grinned: “Oh, it must be nice”, he said, joining in with Philip and tickling Alexanders neck. Alexander squealed and pinned it to his chest: “NOHOHOHOHOHHO BUHUHUHUHURR!”.
“Hey, hey”, Burr said, putting a finger to his lips, “Talk less”. He dug his hands under the mans arms, wiggling his fingers into the hollows, “Smile more”.
Alexander collapsed in laughter, from both his son’s tickles and his friend’s tickles.
“Ok”, Eliza chuckled in amusement,”Guys, don’t get carried away, you don’t want to kill him! Have a lettuce sandwich”, she offered.
Burr stoped and took the sandwich: “Thanks Eliza”. Yet Philip was still tickling his dad’s stomach and sides.
“Lettuce, eww!”, he remarked, not slowing his attack one bit.
“EHEHEHEHEHEHAT YOUR VEHEHEHEHEGETABLES!”, Alexander cried, kicking his legs out a little bit. A wide grinned sread across Philip’s face, “Nah, I’m hungry for something else pops”.
Philip lifted up his dad’s shirt and lowered his head to his stomach.
Alexander’s eyes widened, “No,Philip, don’t you dare”.
Philip chuckled, causing Alexander to start wiggling from just the feeling of his son’s breath on his stomach, “I’m sorry daddy, but you do this to me all the time. I deserve a bit of revenge!”
And with that, Philip inhaled and blew.
“BAHAHAHAH PHIHIHIHIHILIP NOHOHO!”.
“Philip yes!”, the boy exclaimed, inhaling before blowing another one.
“SHIHIHIHT AHAHAHAHA!”.
“Alexander!”, Eliza exclaimed, shocked by the language coming from his husband’s mouth, “Not in front of Philip”.
“SOHOHOHHOHOHOHORRY!”, Alexander laughed, as Philip went to squishing the sides of his belly.
“NOHOHOHOHO, ANYTHING BUT THAHAHAHAT!”.
Eliza smirked, “You know, I was going to help defend you Alexander, but because of your foul language, I know longer feel motivated to do so”.
“EHEHEHELIZA!”
“That’s my name”, Eliza teased, poking at his husbands hips a bit.
“NAHAHAHAHA ENOHOHOHHOUGH!”.
Eliza giggled and pulled her son off her husband lightly: “Come on Philip, he deserves a break”.
Philip giggled and sat up, running into Auntie Angie’s lap. Angelica humphed, Philip was getting to be really big!
“I think a puberty growth spurt is just around the corner”, Angelica remarked.
Philip looked up at her, “What’s puberty? Will it make me stronger!”.
Philip flexed his muscles, and Angelica snuck a tickle under his arms.
“H-hey!”, he giggled, pinning them down to his sides.
Angelica shrugged cheekily, “It’s time to bring justice to your poor father!”. She wiggled her fingers up and down Philips belly and torso.
“Nohoho, Ahahahahangie”, the boy giggled, squirming lightly in his auntie’s arms.
“Sorry Pip, all in the name of justice”, Angelica teased.
“Yeah!”, Alexander remarked from the other side of the picnic rug, “Next time you’ll think twice about tickling your father!”.
Angelica dipped her finger into Philip’s button.
“SHIHIHIHIT!”.
Everyone gasped, and Angelica stopped.
“Philip, don’t say that word!”, Angelica remarked.
“Yeah”, Eliza added, “Your father’s a bad influence”.
Philip chuckled and smiled at his mother: “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree”.
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