The Polish affair

Chapter one

(I'm honestly just sorry.

The airplane touched down, it's wheels screaming against the runway. Donald sighed and looked out the window, watching as the Polish airport came into view. Cars careened down the surrounding highways, beams of sunlight flashing off of their metallic roofs, immediately being spat back at the sun. People milled about inside and only a few other jets could be found at the gates. Donald blinked twice and looked away, the sun burning his retinas.

Today was the day he would meet up with Andrzej Duda, the Polish Head of State. The two were bound to discuss seemingly endless political matters, often times trailing off to more serious ones. Ones Like the threat of nuclear war with North Korea, the constant state of social unrest in America and of course the outrage against his presidency. It was odd. The quietest people of his country decided to group together and elect him over Hillary Clinton, and now it seems like the entire population was waged against him. It just goes to show that those who keep to themselves and tend to be quieter than others are more intelligent. Seeing as he was the best candidate, and only a complete fool would want to vote for someone different than the best candidate, in which he was. The election itself was a miniature hell. God knows how many days of sleep he lost in order to prepare for those debates. His fingers almost bled from all the research he had done nights before anything that involved him speaking out to the public.

That communist Bernie was crazy, he either needed to go back to the nursing home or to take his medication because half the things he said barely made any sense. Bernie's words were mere chatter compared to his own flawless speech. Hillary on the other hand might have made a sacrifice to Satan halfway through the campaign. That might explain the death of one of her henchmen who leaked information to the public. If anything the woman might as well be part of the mafia.

Everything just happened so fast. He saw Melania less and less now and he had begun to feel lonely, sitting at his desk in the Oval Office. Of course he had Alfred with him, but he craved something more than just a forced acquaintanceship. Alfred was great company if you were his friend, and he was amused by his cheery demeanor. But, he craved the loving touch of his wife again... The last time he had succumbed to these emotions he fell into a taboo with Vladimir Putin; A story he shall get into later on. Although, he did enjoy that night quite a bit.

Alfred was bouncing up and down in his seat, practically glowing with excitement. The American leaned over his seat, staring down at his president. "Dude! Are you as excited as I am?" He asked quickly, his words practically dripping with excitement. Donald sighed and tilted his head up at Alfred. "I don't think it's humanly possible for me to be as excited as you are about some things." Alfred frowned at this. "No need to be rude bro. Hey, the plane stopped!"

Alfred jumped up from his seat and rushed to the end of the plane. Suddenly, he ran back to his seat and grabbed a handful of peanuts and stuffed them into his pocket. He gave him an odd look, an eyebrow raised in question. "What? It's so I don't get hungry during the meeting. You gotta use your brain sometimes dude..." He said before walking away. Two guards followed closely behind him. Donald sighed and shook his head. Alfred needed to act less child like... Oh well. At least this wasn't that serious of a meeting. Hell, perhaps his attitude might be useful in interacting with Andrzej.

As the two entered the room, Donald couldn't help but notice the feminine looking man sitting next to Andrzej. He wasn't even sure if it was a man. He could feel his heart beating against his rib cage. The orange pigmented man feared that the other could hear him. What the hell was going on? How could one person make him feel so flustered? He felt like he did when he first saw Melania. Oh God...he was smitten for another. what would his wife think if she found out? She would most likely tell the presses and they would have all the more reason to taunt him.