Political Triangle

Obama sits in his office, staring at the piles of paperwork on his desk. He's so stressed, he just wants to get away from it all.
A soft knock comes at his door, "Great..." He mutters to himself, dreading more work.
"Come in." He says.
The door opened, and as he saw who it was, Obama felt his stomach flutter.
"Oh, h..hey Biden senpai. What can I do for you?" Obama nervously stammers.
Biden smiles, accentuating the lines on his face. Some viewed his aged face as unattractive, but all Obama saw was the evidence of a happy life left behind like ghosts of memories.
"I just wanted to see you." Biden said in his low voice that sounded of deep music.
Obama looked away and blushed, the hint of a giggle dancing on his lips.
Biden strode over to Obama, and put his hand on the back of his chair.
The skin on Obamas shoulder tingled with the anticipation of Biden's touch, yearning for it.
"Paperwork, eh? That's fun." Biden said with a laugh.
Obama sighed. "I'm just so sick of it all, Biden senpai. Sometimes I wish I could just get away."
Biden took an unexpected turn. He turned Obama's chair towards him. "Let's do it then, let's just leave."
Obama's face was bright red, he was staring at Biden, speechless.
"We can leave, Obama-kun. Just the two of us." Biden said as he placed his hand on Obama, caressing his cheek.
Obama closed his eyes, appreciating the touch of Biden's soft hands.
"But...Biden senpai, what about Michelle?"
"Forget Michelle." Biden whispered. "She holds us back. All of this holds us back."
"Biden senpai..." Obama breathed.
"Shhh." Biden interrupted. "Don't decide now. Meet me on the balcony at midnight. If you show, we can start our lives together. If not...well then, we'll cross that bridge when we get there."
Biden squeezed Obama's hand before he left, a silent show of his affection.
Obama had much to think about.

Biden was standing on the White House balcony. Fear was beginning to rise in him. It was 12:10 and Obama had yet to show.
Just as all hope had left Biden, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Obama-kun." He breathed. "You came."
Obama strokes Bidens face, distracted only by his tufts of snow white hair blowing gently in the night air. "Biden senpai...you have always made my heart go doki doki."
Biden closed his hand around Obama's, lost in the moment.
"But." Obama added. "Biden senpai...there's...there's someone else.."
Biden's heart sank, leaving him confused and angry.
"But who?! It isn't that whore Putin, is it?!" He yelled, heartbroken.
"Please." Obama said quietly. "No hurtful words. Putin-sama and I have grown closer these past few months. You have a special place in my heart, but I'm afraid I have fallen for him."
Obama stared into Biden's gray-blue eyes, for this would be the last time he would look upon them.
"I'm sorry senpai..."
Rage filled Biden as Obama turned away from him. He grabbed his pistol he kept on his side.
"If I can't have you, no one can." Biden whispered while tears streamed down his face. "Sayōnara Obama-kun..."
Biden closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger. With that final bang his love was gone forever.

Ten years after Obama's death, Washington D.C. was war torn. Obama's assassination was blamed on Russia, as Biden pointed the blame towards Putin. Anger and accusations had led to all out war, and later plunged into a Third World War.
Biden entered the White House, which was now partially in ruins. He walked the halls that were still in tact, reliving happier times.
He stopped in the Oval Office, and stared at Obama's presidential portrait. He looked so happy. If only things had been different.
A single manly tear rolled down Biden's face. "I love you Obama-kun." He whispered. "You were always Kawaii desu ne."
John Boehner, the old speaker of the house, and Biden's old friend had entered the office, and stood beside Biden, placing his hand on his shoulder. "Still after all this time?"
Biden closed his eyes, and remembered Obama's chocolate brown eyes sparkling under the moonlight, and whispered "Always."