THE POLITIC GAMES (desantis x trump)

Goodbyes and Well-Wishes

Donald stood upon the stage, just after nearly avoiding a kiss from Jacob. 

His eyes roamed the crowd and sought out everyone who he had known in the past. Unfortunately, it was a small amount. Mostly just sport players who had tried to bro up with him and...girls who's hair was lighter than his and that was saying a lot,,, because Donald was really blonde.

Also, his family. God...his family. Fred, his father stood- frozen. Mary, his mother was running up to the stage because she was the other past victor in district 10. 

Joe had just ran up earlier. It was just the fact that his mother and his (adopted) brother didn't support the games and rebelled in whatever way they could.

Rebellion was dangerous in this world but Donald was so glad that he had a brave family who would stand up and fight in the small (not extremely helpful) ways that they could.

Joe had always been rebellious though, that's really the reason that he got kicked out of the DeSantis family. It was actually after he won his games that the DeSantis' kicked him out.

He couldn't deal with the trauma and couldn't bear the thought of acting okay just for the DeSantis' legacy.

The truth was, the DeSantis family was filled with game winners. Every tribute from their family had won and put on a nice face in front of the politicians and campaigners and citizens of the capitol...

When Joe volunteered for his little brother Ron, he basically took away the honor of being chosen for the games from Ron. It was a huge disrespect to the family.

Therefor, Joe was kicked out and decided to live with Donald.

As Fred and the DeSantis family followed behind Mary, Jacob slapped them each on the back. 

"and may the fun begin!" Jacob twirled around, pushing Donald and Ron towards the separate rooms in the mayors office where they would say their goodbyes to their family.

Donald sat in the faux red plush chair and waited for someone. It took awhile for the campaigners to let anyone through...

At some point, maybe after two minutes of contemplating what was about to happen to him...the dark oak door burst open and in flooded Mary, Fred, and Joe.

Mary held her muscly arms open, her eyes dried and a tough look on her face.

He didn't even think before jumping up to accept the hug.

Next was Fred, who didn't hesitate to hug in a manly manner. 

Joe...stood in the corner. He looked in denial. 

"My baby...my Donald! You have to get out of those god forsaken games!" Mary said determinedly and Donald winced.

"Mom, you know I can't do that." He turned his eyes away from his family and helplessly twiddled his thumbs.

"Oh honey..."

They weren't even disappointed. When Donald Trump decided on something, he would stick to it and Donald knew that it wouldn't be him getting out of the games. It would be someone else.

Fred leant in and pulled something out of his pocket. 

"I saved your favorite, just for you Donald."

A stinky chunk of Camembert cheese. The smell wafted up to his nostrils and Donald shuddered in delight as he took the cheese and stuck it in his own pocket.

"Thanks, Dad." He replied earnestly

District 10 was farming and ranching, so they raised animals and made food from livestock. The Trump family was rather rich from the livestock but they barely got to keep their own food.

Mary was ranting to him, telling Donald all the ways to survive in the games but before she could finish, the campaigners opened the door and pulled his family away.

The young adult was left alone with his thoughts, again.

He thought that he wouldn't be getting anymore visitors but apparently, Donald was wrong.

James Uthmeier stepped in confidently and Donald was completely confused. 

"I don't care what it takes, don't let Ronnie die." and he stepped out.

Poor Donald, even more confused than before.

-Ronnie's Turn For A POV-

Ron was sitting in an utterly disgusting brown leather chair that was obviously created by the local animals.

It reeked of old tribute's sweat, blood, tears, and probably even piss!

He was currently awaiting his parents arguing and non-ending pampering. It probably didn't even count as pampering- oh right! mental abuse.

To be honest, he wasn't even scared. Oh, Ron knew exactly what to expect from his dear old parents.

But when the door opened and James stepped in- he choked out a laugh.

"James! How did you manage to get in before my dear family?" Ron stood up and pushed the leather chair away.

Instead of an answer, James held a finger up to his lips. Quiet. 

"Oh?" Ron whispered as he stepped up to his best friend.

He probably shouldn't have even gotten out of the chair because James pushed him right back in, guffawing a loud laugh.

"You should've seen your face!" James giggled as he held out his hand for Ron to grab, but Ron smartly ignored it.

"Don't even." Ron huffed as he crossed his arms and tried to look angry at James.

"Awwwww Ronnie...I sneaked in and did this all for you to ignore me? I hope Donald wins over you, or whichever poor soul who gets picked from the coal district..." James put on an offended look and Ron snickered

He tucked away the thought that James snuck in and was about to come up with a comeback but he could hear the knob turning.

Before Ron could even warn him, James had hidden behind the window curtains.

As the DeSantis family stepped in, Ron put on a composed face. They couldn't know about James, or him sneaking in.

Ron probably should have expected it but they ignored him for the first minute, staring at the small room and commenting on how the curtains (where James hid) were disgusting and looked stained of poorness.

Finally though, they looked back to Ron and said one word that he knew was coming. 

"Survive."

Then they put their nose up in the air and left, leaving the smell of expensive perfume and cologne behind.

That they only could've afforded that perfume because Joe survived his games and gave the money to them made Ron feel sick.

But this was his dear family, and he would survive for them. No matter how awful they could be.

As he stepped out and left James, the moldy curtains, and the leather chair behind... he wondered how Donald's visits went.