Trumperica

The Fourth of July

Trump's POV

i was sitting in my beautiful trump tower doing something (idk what) and suddenly there was some noises outside my window. i was super mad, SOMEONE DISTURBED ME, THE GLORIOUS PRESIDENT OF TRUMPERICA!!! 

i got out of my chair and ran over to the window, my face beginning to turn from orange to red in fury. what i saw made me even MORE mad. fireworks exploded across the sky, acommpanied by the cheers of a seemingly large crowd. 

HOW DARE THEY??? I BANNED FOURTH OF JULY CELEBRATIONS LAST YEAR!!! 

"leona!!!" i yelled out of habit, before realizing that my trusty head trumpist was still in trump city.

a couple of tg's walked into the room, conserned looks on their faces. "is somthing wrong, sir?" one of them asked. 

"LOOK AT THE SKY! ARE YOU BLIND?" i screemed. "GO OVER THERE, AND ARREST EVERYONE YOU CAN FIND!" 

"yes, sir!" the tg said, and both of them left. 

i went back to my chair and sat down, prepairing to resume doing whatever i was doing before. however, i didnt hear the noises outside my window over the loud fireworks outside. 

Rylee's POV

"So, Miss Eagle, are you ready?" Mr. Olson asked, turning around to look at me. 

"Yeah," I yawned, curling up in the back seat of the pickup truck in a failed attempt to fall asleep. The drive from Texas to New York had been several days long with all the pit stops we had to make, and I had gotten almost no rest ever since we left the OTD base. Probably not very good for an assassin. 

New York City was uncharacteristically quiet, and even fearful. No one wanted to risk being outside today: the TG's could think they were illegally celebrating Independence Day and sentence them to up to ten years in prison. And, ever since Trump abolished the fair court system, no one argued with the TG's. 

When we were about five minutes away from Trump Tower, I heard a loud boom followed by a chorus of cheers. Whipping my head around, I was overjoyed to see a huge crowd gathered around a narrow canal, which was currently being used to conduct a crude display of fireworks. 

It was the perfect diversion. 

Suddenly, a whole fleet of red police cars filled with TG's turned the corner, zooming right past us to the patriotic revelers down the street and blaring the National Anthem of Trumperica as loud as they could. I grinned triumphantly, now there were even fewer of them left to protect Trump!

However, I found myself involuntarily plugging my ears at the cacophonous sound of the Trump Spangled Banner that penetrated the air. Trump, being too stupid to write his own anthem, had simply changed a few words in the Star Spangled Banner. 

Oh, say, can you see, by Trump's glorious light,

What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last Trumping?

I felt like I was about to vomit, and that was only after the first two lines. The particular recording the TG's were playing was from the official music video, in which Trump himself sang his cringe-worthy masterpiece...and, as you might've guessed, he wasn't the greatest singer. Actually, that was an understatement.

Whose broad shoulders and bright eyes, thro' the perilous fight,

O'er Trump Tower we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming?

By this time, the TG's were spilling out of their cars, handcuffing everyone who wasn't lucky enough to have gotten away. As Trump's awful, crackling voice neared the song's dramatic finish, they began to sing along with the recording, gleefully doing their insane master's work. 

And the trumpets' euphonic glare, Trump bombs bursting in air,

Gave proof thro' the night that our Trump was still there.

"Can we get out of here? I think my ears are bleeding," I groaned. 

"Oh, mine are already dead," Mr. Olson laughed. "Let's get on with the mission, those poor Moderates have just made it ten times easier by distracting all Trump's TG's."

O say, does that Trump-spangled banner yet wave 

O'er the land of the free white males and the home of the Trump?

To my relief, the song was finally over, and the chaos behind us faded into the distance as we approached Trump Tower. It was showtime. 

Leona's POV

"The fireworks idea was simply brilliant!" Diana gushed as we watched Trump's TG's barge into our staged Fourth of July celebration through one of our surveillance cameras.

"And Trump took the bait," I smirked. "He sent nearly all his TG's to arrest the revelers. He'll be unguarded for more than half an hour before the Guards can finish sending all those Moderates off to prison and get back to Trump Tower. That'll be plenty of time for Maddie to put an end to his miserable existence! Ha! I can't believe it was this easy!"

"Easy doesn't mean much when it comes from a genius like you," Diana laughed. 

"I guess so, but at least it's working out so far," I smiled. However, when I glanced at the radar map on my laptop, I realized that I had spoken too soon. Two flashing red dots wove through the streets of New York City, steadily approaching the blue dot that represented Maddie's jet. 

Confused, I clicked on one of the dots, viewing its data. 

Error: Lowly without Cardex. 

"Trump Dumpers," I snarled, slamming my fist onto my desk. "It looks like we had the same idea." 

"Why does it matter? Either way, someone's going to kill Trump," Diana shrugged. 

"It matters because the future of this country hangs in the balance! Maddie must be the assassin. If the Eagle gets to Trump first, all is lost!" I fumed. 

"You forget, Diana, that OTD wants the America back. If they're the ones to assassinate Trump, they'll expose us. Then, they'll throw all the Intelligence officials in prison, hold a Presidential election, and restore our boring, old free country! On the other hand, if Maddie kills our glorious orange President, we will be exalted as the heroes who ended the horrors of Trumperica. Then, I will execute my master plan to take control of the government, and the Intelligence will rule forever!" I grinned. 

"Oh..." Diana trailed off, her face turning pale. "You've really put a lot of trust in Maddie." 

"I believe in her," I nodded. "And she will be rewarded for her success. Although the rest of the young Trumpists who work for the Intelligence will be purged immediately after I secure the Presidency, I will allow her to live. I actually plan to make her the new Head Trumpist." 

"But she may not want to work for you when she knows your true motives," Diana sighed.

"Of course she will," I chirped. "And, if she doesn't, I have ways of...persuading people."

A/N: Thanks to Steven_Brown for the amazing Trumperican national anthem! It sounds exactly like something Trump would write!