Not Now [pope x trump fic]

Hidden Love

                    ~I suggest listening to "E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE!" while reading~

Donald and Pope both happened to be in Russia at the time, doing business and what-not. They later met up to do a public appearance together .

"Hello Mr. President" said Francis.

"Getting all formal in public are we now?" said Trump with a smirk. "You look very sexy in that white cassock by the way."

The pope blushed, "Watch it Donald, we are being watched."

Suddenly, while standing next to one another, Donald reached out for Francis' hand. Francis quickly swatted away his hand before it could turn into anything more. 

"Not now Donald" the pope said with a stern voice. 

Trump blushed with embarrassment flooding his cheeks. He couldn't believe he just did that, even worse, he was rejected. Was the pop really that ashamed of him? They couldn't even hold hands? He started to get angry and stormed out with his security closely following him. He hopped into the limo without a word and told the driver to step on it.

The pope watched confused. Doesn't the orange man understand that they can't publicize their undying love? He would have to talk to him later to explain. He hoped this little mishap wouldn't be the end of their relationship.

*

Donald arrived at the hotel he was staying at in Russia. He needed some fresh air so he snuck away from security and walked on the side of the road. He saw what appeared to be a siamese cat with blue eyes. This one, however, was exceptionally fluffy. Donald decided to name it "Oreo" and reached down to pet it. This cat reminded him of Francis, so loving and soft. Just then he heard a noise from behind him.

"Donald!" the pope called.

The cat ran away from the noise and Trump scowled. "You scared away my only friend."

"No matter, I'm here now Donald, and I love you!" the bald man exclaimed. "Please don't be mad at me."

"I'm not mad anymore, just disappointed" he sighed.

Francis looked into his love's eyes. They were no longer filled with the orange light he always seemed to emit. He wanted to make him feel better, so he leaned into Trump's face and closed the gap between their lips. 

This kiss felt blissful, never-ending. It was filled with so much passion it consumed them. So much so that neither of the aging men didn't even notice a man walk up behind them.