The Cheeto and the Bear

The Russian

It was a cold Tuesday morning when Donald trump slowly woke up in the Lincoln suite. The first thing on his mind was his long lost love. Where were they? HOW where they doing? Could he ever find them? These questions and more plagued his thoughts. Nuclear launch codes? Iran? Russia? All these hot topics were the last thing on his mind compared to his one true love.

Donald missed his beloved Russian bear of a man. The allegedly ex-communist USSR soldier. He had met this mysterious man in his younger years when he was traveling across Europe. Donald got trapped in a cabin during a snow storm in the Ural Mountains when the man knocked on his door and begged to come in. Donald, being the Good Samaritan he is, allowed the bald man into his humble abode. (So humble that it only had ONE 50 inch flat screen tv). Donald couldn't stop himself from admiring the strength and authority of this man. He knew he wanted to be a world leader one day, being friends with a man like this would come in handy.

Donald quickly shook the memory from his mind as Melania walked into the room. "Hello." He said with the best warm smile he could fake.
"Hello, Donald. You are wanted in the meeting room." She said coldly. Deep down, Melania always knew that Donald had feelings for another, but she still loved Donald. Lost cause as it may be.

15 min later and Donald opened the doors to the meeting room as he  questioned whether or not everything was worth it...but then, everything changed when he saw HIM sitting at one of the chairs, gazing into Donald's orbs

Donald could not help himself from staring at this man, his mouth was wide open. Murmurs spread around the room like wildfire. He had to snap himself out of it, this man was not the only one he was meeting with right now. He quickly took his place at the head of the table, as far away from that Russian as possible. They had some important topics to discuss, like nuclear weapons and pollution. But Donald's head was full of the man that he had met during that fateful snow storm and what happened the night the generator failed.

Introductions started around the table. "Donald Trump, obviously. Making uh America uh Great," he clapped for himself.

"Theresa May, Great Britain."

"Hillary Clinton, your past opponent," she says with an eye twitch. "Frankly, I don't know why I'm here," she said, full of contempt. Several others said their name and country and other useless facts. Donald didn't listen, he didn't care. Donald only cared about that strange man whose name he never received.

The man's turn was next. Donald was dying to know who he was and why he was here. "Vladimir Putin, communist of the Great Mother Russia," he said proudly with his chest puffed out. Donald gasped. His past lover was supposed to be his enemy. Donald spaced out, mulling over this problem. What should he do? Should he ignore him? Try to woo him?

"DONALD!" Hillary yelled. "If you aren't going to listen to us then you shouldn't have ran for presidency." Donald repeated her words mockingly. Hillary glared at him. "As I was saying, Donald, you can't just be given the nuclear launch codes, it's unethical."

Donald had to endure this dreary meeting for hours while Vladimir was practically undressing him with his eyes. Donald pretended not to notice. He was trying to keep his head on straight and be a good president; however, he couldn't help himself from wondering how this situation came to be. He snuck a look at his past love while Hillary was complaining. Vladimir noticed right away and was burning holes into his soul. Donald's heart fluttered with excitement.

"This meeting is adjourned," one of the leaders said. Donald stood up so he could shake hands with the people he just met. He was nervously looking to see if Vladimir was going to come and talk to him, but it seemed that he disappeared just like when the snow storm was over.