daddy // boris johnson x donald trump

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a/n: sorry kids no smut today

Boris woke up to dried mascara on his sweaty face. He was so sad after his boyfriend broke up with him six days ago. He went to the bathroom to have a shower and then get changed.
He hopped into his car and some emo music came onto radio and he started bawling his eyes out.
When he got there, he wipes his eyes and had alot of meetings with other politicians.
"so guys today we are talking about politics because we are politicians." said a random guy and boris sniffled.
"whats the matter boris you look very sad today"
"my mother died" he lied
"oh im so sorry"
"its not your fault though"
"ok"
the meeting dragged on for hours.
Boris had a meeting with his therapist after work.
he hopped into his car and drove down the road to the clinic.
"Hi! My name is Julie!"
"hi julie im boris"
"i know"
"lololol is it cuz im prime minister"
"no its cuz i have ur details on this piece of paper."
she held up a paper with his details.
"omgg thats creepy how did you get that?"
"because your prime minister..."
"ohhh okay"
"also you sent me the details on an email"
"did i?"
"yes you did. anyway, how are you feeling?"
"very sad"
"why"
"because my beautiful sexy boyfriend donald broke up with me because i gave him alot of stds."
"and how does that make you feel?"
"very sad."
"ok"
she typed in some words onto her computer.
"Boris, ur cute" she started to take of her clothes and kiss him.
"julie no! i'm gay and i like men! im sure you dont have a pp!"
"ughh why do all the good guys have to be gay?"
"lets get back to the therapy"
the meeting went on gor another half an hour then boris walked home in the dark.
an ominous figure appeared in the shadow.
"whos there?" boris shouted. then he saw nothing and he had pain in his head. Was he knocked out?