???Pov: As the man steadied his wig, he turned a bit in the mirror. The sparkling, skin tight pink dress accentuated his fat rolls and the little pocket of fat where the man's neck should have been. He looked gorgeous.
"OI! KIM! GET YOUR STILETTOS ON, THE SHOW'S ABOUT TO START!"
"And you didn't tell me? I got to go!" he yelled in his thick Korean accent. He stepped out onto the stage, his heart pounding faster than the time he ate butter on bacon. Twice.
As he stared into the cheering, howling, clearly intoxicated crowd, a familiar face caught his eye. The smexy orange man from earlier today was waving some bills at him.
Focusing on him and him alone, he danced for the crowd, with a lot of energy, a lot of music, and a lot of alcohol. He was free. He was himself.
He was Kim Jong Un.
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After the show, he and the other drag queens, Sugar, Spice and Globgor, headed off the stage with all the backstage crew slapping them on the back, hugging and yelling about how they slayed out there.
Meanwhile..
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Donald Trump's Pov:He was astounded. Not only by the performance, but by the way he felt. He was no longer the shriveled orange that was in dear need of yassifying, he was young again. He was new.
He was Donald Gay Trump. Again.
He rushed over backstage to see whether he could find that angel wrapped in sixty chins, but he only could barely catch up to him before Kim Jong Un disappeared behind the dressing room door.
Well, crap, Trump thought. I guess I could wait for him to get out, because I'm respectful. I'm not like the other girls.
Trump's waiting for his smexy stranger. And he isn't like the other girls. Is it a ship? What do you think?
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obama x trump x biden x kim jong un x putin x reader
Non-FictionThey loved eachother. at the same time. This totally won't get scandalous, witty, and ✨spicy✨
