Trump and King charles fanfic

what would you do for love

KING CHARLES'S VISION

*the next day*

I sighed, I really needed to talk to Joe, that pussy leather of an idiot deserved the death. How did he dare hurt my little muffin like that. The more I tought about it, the more anger I felt.
I hated him, with all my heart.

The next day at school I went straight to his bedroom, I knocked on his door. No one answered, even tho I knew someone was in there, the lights where on and I could hear noises. I slammed on the door, still no answer. I began to get really pissed. I spoke so loud almost the whole school could here us.

"Listen here lil beta, if u don't come out now ill tell the whole school you're not a skibidi ohio sigma." I said with the meanest voice ever. He still didn't react. I cursed him and ran to my class. I would deal with him later.

Once my class was over I went back to his room. Or, since he wouldn't let me in, I was standing in front of the door that was attached to his room. I started banging on the door. I heard a little squeel behind the door. I laughed, the loser, he was scared. I heard a weird sound and with a squeaky noice the door opened. I grinned and threw myself in the opening. Before I knew it I found my hand around his neck and had him pinned against the wall. I expected to look at Joe biden's ugly dark blue eyes, but instead I was looking in beautiful light blue eyes. I recognised the pretty color instantly. I gasped and quikcly let go of his neck.

"NUGGET!?" I screamed.

"Pookie?" he said with a high squeaky voice, his whole body was shaking and his eyes where filled with tears.

"Whats wrong love..." I asked, walking towards him.

He backed away without answering.

I was gettting really worried. I slowly started approaching him. He didn't turn around this time. I slowly wrapped my arms around his body. His head resting on my chest. His body was trembling and 

I tried to distract him, "it's fine, I'm here, it's fine.." I kept talking nonsense until he was able to have a normal conversation.

"Did Charles do this to you, my cutie patootie spaghetti noodle!?" I yelled out. He looked scared and I instantly put my arms around his body, to make him feel safe. (even tough i was the one scaring him)

"Yeah..." he mumbled while sobbing.