I Love You So (New Ver.)

Chapter One - Quackity

"Big Q." Wilbur's voice was low and slurred just a bit. The two had way too many drinks together for people for are currently opponents at the moment. Running for president wasn't as easy as Quackity assumed it would be."I know we are on separate sides right now, but is it inappropriate to say that I think you are gorgeous?"

Quackity's cheeks redden and he examined the creator of a beautiful, prosperous nation called L'manburg. It was the night before the election and Wilbur had decided to invite Quackity for drinks. Schlatt would have been with the two of them tonight, but he hadn't responded to Wilbur's message at all.

The silence was comfortable, but there was this tension that Quackity couldn't figure out what it was. "We're both drunk, Soot." He said, slowly. They both knew that this was sober talk.

Wilbur hummed but didn't respond. His gaze snapped towards his hand once he felt Wilbur's fingers touch his. Quackity hesitated before he grasped the other's hand.

Quackity noticed that the brunette's hands were warm and there was a scar on his palm. He yearned to know where he got the scar from, but he didn't bother to speak.

The moment was too precious to ruin.

He knew that after tomorrow. Wilbur will abhor him for what's about to happen. No matter who wins, Schlatt and Quackity will become president and vice-president because the two had agreed to join their votes together. Unless, by some miracle, Wilbur wins.

Some part of him wished that Wilbur would lose, and he didn't know why. If his feelings for Wilbur were that powerful, surely he wouldn't wish for the man to lose, right?

Quackity was snapped out of his thoughts when Wilbur spoke, "No matter what happens tomorrow," A tiny inhale as the brunette tightened his grip on Quackity's hand, "I will always be in love with you."

The black-haired man glanced at the other and smiled. He wasn't expecting a confession, but he was oh so grateful that his feelings weren't unrequited.

"That's a big promise, Mr. President."

"I know, but for you? I'm willing to keep it."

——

It's been a year and two months—Not that he's keeping track or anything—since Wilbur Soot, Ex-President who is now known as a terrorist for blowing up his nation, had committed suicide or been killed.

It didn't matter. Wilbur had begged and Philza—Quackity learned his name a few months ago—had killed him. Phil was his father. It must have been tough on the man to have to kill his son after being separated for so long. Wilbur hadn't even gotten a funeral, just buried somewhere that only a select few knew about.

Quackity had moved on. He no longer had nightmares or cried about Wilbur anymore. (He was lying to himself. Wilbur was the only one who understood him.) Karl and Sapnap had been there while he mourned and then...

They left and forgot about him.

His former partners had forgotten all about him and decided to start their own country, the Kinoko Kingdom. Out of spite and bitterness, Quackity made his own country.

A triumphant nation that was doing even better than Kinoko, which made him blaze with satisfaction. Las Nevadas had an endless flow of money because of the casino and strip clubs. And the hotels made a lot of money as well.