Mister Brightside | A Vladimir Putin Fanfic

chap 3

Now it looks like I'm late..
I crawled my way stealthily beside Trudeau's seat.

"Where have you been?" He whisper shouted, Camera shutters are echoing the whole hall.

"I lost my way back" I lied, mirroring his actions- we smiled for the cameras

"Loca." he added, still smiling at the cameras.

(I could erase that one out ;>)

...

"How long is this gonna take?" Justin T muttered under his breath staring at the table. It's getting boring and more boring every minute. "We'll be finished if only he doesn't speak like a sloth."

"A what?"

"A Sloth."

"Oh..."

5 minutes after that is dinner, finally. The company almost screams a yay when that other random western man finishes his life story. The urgent sound of plates and silverwares clanging is such an orchestra's symphony for the famished.

We all slowly gathered to a very long dinner table with unknown global leaders surrounding us. Trudeau sits one seat apart from me, The President of Honduras sits Infront of Canada.

Immediately striking up a conversation. She speaks with a slight accent, "We haven't seen you much around here, I am sure." She smiles, cutting a steak into smaller pieces. 🥩

"Yes ma'am, that's right...
Becoming the president wasn't really part of my visuals.", "Well, not yet" ..

"The death of your former president is very tragic, and I don't want to assume anything but it's quite tragic." She ponders, voice hushed at the end of her sentence. Although it is true, it is indeed a mystery, they say he was assassinated. BUT that's classified information.

"Yet here we are withholding a nation to preserve!" Justin T. Added.

"Guinness's World Record as the youngest president of the world, Beating our young son of San Marino." She heartedly chuckles as she points her fork to the president of San Marino, who's busy conversing with another group of leaders.

"This is by far twenty times heavier than taking care of a whole elementary school."  I laughed, already munching on a garlic dish, plus a delicious set of Italian salads before me. THE BEST

"Ahh." The president of Honduras sighs with a heavy shoulder, "The election comes near and when's World Peace gonna call back."

"Is world peace even achievable?"  The three of us laughed, several joins a stifles. Our conversation was slightly put to a quiet when the Russian President sits directly Infront of my seat.

"Ah, Mister Puțin. Glad you're joining us finally." Ma'am Honduras remarked, she seemed very much relaxed. The platinum blonde haired man adjusts himself from the chair, tugging his scarlet tie into place.

"We were just talking about our new youngest president of.. what do you call your country, hija."

"-Muganza" I replied, half awkward, nodding along with her.

"26, a former elementary teacher and now a nation's president." She flexed, quite phased with the idea of me. It's not that much, I believe.

Vladimir Putin listens, glancing her way then cautiously turns his eyes towards me.

The man is in slow motion.

I tugged the neckline of my turtleneck  whilst he silently assessed all of my actions right from his chair, yet he fully listened to what the present of Norway has to say.

"Why is it so hot in here" I chuckled, voice low-key cracking.

"Oh yes, it's burning hot here in Russia yet I'm totally freezing, oui bien sûr...🙄" He scoffed quietly.

Despite how loud the spoons grinds on the marble plates, I still noticed how Putin breathes in.. calculating what to say.

"Miss Kennova." The Russian man gently nods, staring at me.

"Mister Putin." I smiled, copying a gentle nod. Then, proceeds towards cutting a marble potato.

"Okay." The president of Honduras sings.

Silence....

"You have a beautiful country" I added. Trying to lighten up the dead air between us, company.

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"It is unfortunate to hear- the death of your president." He replies with a little bit of russian accent his meal wasn't yet moved.

"It is a dark time for Muganza..", "I am  doing my best to maintain and uphold his reputable contributions and significant order of my nation." I assured, face very hopeful.

Shoot, my reply seems like I'm over sharing. I forgot that I am speaking to the president of Russia. He looks down to his plate and starts to eat.

"So young and running a country... Is that the life you want, my dear?" She asks, sincerely concerned.

Putin proceeds eating and Justin T. hums to himself, pondering her question.

"I am looking for a mind at work" I replied, shrugging..

"You know what they say.. free will." Trudeau laughs, yeah it's funny though.

"To free will!" Ma'am Honduras raises her glass, as both Trudeau and Me raises ours too in reply. While, Putin on the other hand nodded in reply.