The old orange tango (Trump x Biden)

part 2

Donald Trump stepped off the plane, taking in the bright, sunny skies of Florida. The official excuse for the visit was a charity event at Disney World, but the real reason lingered in his mind. Biden had requested they attend together, claiming it was for "national unity," but Donald suspected there was more to it. The words they had exchanged at the Capitol still haunted him, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep his feelings hidden.

Biden waited near the entrance, flashing his characteristic smile. "Ready for some fun, Donald?"

Donald gave a curt nod, his eyes scanning the crowd. "Let's just get this over with."

They navigated through the park, surrounded by the laughter of families and the joyful squeals of children. Donald found it surreal, the juxtaposition of their intense political lives with the whimsical world of Disney. They made their way to the central plaza where they were scheduled to meet Mickey Mouse for a photo op, a typical political stunt to show their softer sides.

As they approached, they saw Mickey waving enthusiastically, his pregnant belly unmistakable. Goofy stood beside him, one arm wrapped protectively around Mickey's shoulders. The sight was both bizarre and endearing, and for a moment, Donald felt a pang of envy.

"Welcome to Disney World!" Mickey exclaimed, his voice cheerful despite the obvious strain of pregnancy. "It's an honor to have you both here."

Biden smiled warmly. "The pleasure is ours, Mickey. Right, Donald?"

Donald nodded, though his mind was elsewhere. Finally, as the conversation lulled, he turned to Biden. "We need to talk."

Biden nodded, understanding immediately. "Let's find a quieter spot."

They walked in silence until they reached a secluded garden area. Donald turned to face Biden, his heart pounding. "Joe, about what you said before...you were right. This isn't just about politics. There's something between us, something I can't ignore."

Biden stepped closer, his eyes searching Donald's. "I've felt it too, Donald. For a long time. But we have to be careful. Our careers, our lives...everything is on the line."

"I know," Donald whispered. "But I can't keep pretending. I need you to know how I feel."

Biden reached out, taking Donald's hand in his. "I feel the same way, Donald. But we need to keep this between us, at least for now. Can you do that?"

Donald nodded, squeezing Biden's hand. "Yes. As long as I know you feel the same, I can."

The moment was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps. They quickly stepped apart as Mickey and Goofy reappeared, smiles on their faces.

"Ready to head back?" Mickey asked.

"Yes," Donald replied, his voice steadier than he felt. "Let's go."

As they walked back to the main area of the park, Donald felt a strange sense of peace. For the first time in a long while, he wasn't alone. They might have to keep their feelings a secret, but for now, that was enough.

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