Boris Johnson X Donald Trump

chapter 3

Donald sighed, his feet booted every pebble on the floor as he and Boris accompanied each other as they walked in comfortable silence. Boris smiled slightly, taking in the scenery. Olive green leaves tumbled from trees behind them. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out. He liked the feeling of the peaceful atmosphere they have, distinctive from the normal turbulent type where they dealt with the hatred of their own countries.

Trump's eyes shifted to Boris's. Cerulean eyes met azure eyes, the two gazed at each other for a few seconds, the red formed onto both their faces before they looked away, both felt instant regret and anxiety.

Trump's thoughts swirled around in his mind, he contemplated if he should tell him or not.

Trump had stopped abruptly, Boris had followed soon after. "Are you, uh, okay Donald?" Boris asked, his eyes looked for any partial lie in the man. "Yeah, I'm alright, thanks for asking Boris" Donald smiled faintly. He looked into the distance as he sat down, Boris accompanied him after.

"I wanted to ask you something" Donald had finally bought himself to say as he looked at the other, Boris looked at him. "What uh... What is it?" Boris asked, his eyes were glistening with interest. Trump inhaled and exhaled after a couple of seconds. "Donald?" Boris asked, a voice laced with worry, Trump smiled, "Boris..." Boris stared more into his eyes, "You're... A great prime minister and..." he paused, trying to think of what to say. "One of my greatest friends but, I want to be more than that.." Boris's eyebrow raised, eyes strapped with confusion. He nodded, letting Donald carry on, clearly not done. "What I'm trying to say is..." Trump smiled. "I love you" Boris's eyes widened as his smile grew, "I uh, I love you too!" Boris beamed as he hugged Donald, getting a hug back from the other. They stayed there for a while, watching the sun as the night came closer.