Trump x Biden // Petals at the Bedside

Petals at the Bedside

i apologize if the story and the characters aren't fleshed out that well. i'm new to writing and all that stuff so there might be some things that may irk some of you guys lolol

n e ways i hope you guys enjoy this thing that i made on a whim :)
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That shitstorm of a debate finally ended thought Biden as he left the venue feeling as if the whole time he spent talking to that overripe orange was nothing but a waste. His hatred for Trump only seemed to grow bigger with each passing day, with each spoken word.

On the other hand, Donald Trump couldn't seem to get Biden out of his mind. Not in the 'I want to beat you up so bad' way but more of in the 'Why is he so handsome way'. He knew that what he was feeling and thinking of went against his own beliefs. He couldn't possibly be falling for another man when he persecuted the LGBTQ+ community so much. He was already a hypocrite, and this would only add fuel to the wildfire of hatred people shoved in his face.

——A WEEK AFTER THE DEBATE–——

The sun shone through the curtains as the birds sang their song. In a certain residence, a president awoke.

Trump woke up feeling awful. It felt like something was coming up his throat – it felt like something was stuck, so he went to the bathroom to spit out whatever was stuck in his throat. He coughed onto the sink and watched as petals fell from his mouth and onto the marble surface.

What? Did that just come from my mouth? Thought Trump. In a panic, he called his assistant and told him to call his doctor.

"Mr. President, it seems that you have something called the Hanahaki Disease. It's a disease that occurs when an individual experiences one sided or unrequited love," stated the doctor rather calmly.

"What do you mean unrequited love? I don't think I've ever loved anyone before." Then it hit him.

Biden

He realized just now that he had fallen for Biden. Great. Just great. He became a full on hypocrite. He had fallen in love with another man who would never, not in a million years, love him back.

"Mr. President? Are you alright? You've turned rather pale," inquired the doctor.

"Are there any cures for this illness?" Trump meekly asked.

"The only cure for this is to have your love reciprocated or to fall out of love with that person. If the affected individual is unable to rid themselves of this illness, then death is imminent," stated the doctor. After a moment of hesitation, the doctor asked, "Please pardon my insolence, but may I ask who you fell for? Surely it must be Melania, right?"

Trump fell silent. He didn't know abput whether or not he should divulge this piece of information. His reputation would certainly get more than just a scratch, and he would be known as the most hypocritical president ever.

And silent he chose to remain.

The doctor cleared his throat and told the president that he would be taking his leave. Trump slowly nodded, as if he were in a trance.

So I'm gonna die? Finally giving the people what they've always wanted. Joe will never look at my way without a glare. Heck, even my wife refuses to touch me. Does this mean that I'll just rot? Thought the president somberly.

A few months have passed by, and his illness only got worse. From coughing out a handful of petals per day, he's been coughing out a small garden's worth of petals. Not only that, but he also lost the presidential election to none other than the man he loved, Joe Biden. He watched as his beloved fulfilled all the promises he made during his campaign. He watched as he managed to do what he couldn't – please the people and make America relatively great. But most importantly, he watched himself grow weaker everyday.

His once orange skin was now a pasty and ghastly white. He could no longer stand, let alone speak because of the petals he has been coughing out. He wanted to make it stop. He wanted to fall out of love. But Biden was everyhing he wasn't. He couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.

He knew well that he was on his deathbed. He knew full well that no matter what he said, no matter what he did, Biden would never love him back. He chose to accept these facts and to accept the emotions he had been feeling.

He chose to accept his death, knowing that he at least managed to truly love someone in his lifetime.

He coughed again, but this time the petals were covered in blood. His lungs felt as though they no longer worked. He only coughed up more blood and more petals as he gasped for air. His body could no longer handle it, and with one meek gasp, what little life that remained in him seeped through the cracks.

The former president of America had succumbed to death, in his bedroom with no one at his side. Not even the people who were supposed to love him

News of his death spread quickly. It reached international headlines as many people rejoiced over his passing. They say that he died because of Covid-19, but in reality, he died because of something extremely pathetic – unrequited love he felt towards his enemy.
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Thanks for reading! If you liked this and are interested in another Trump x Biden fanfic, please don't hesitate to check out my other work entitled A Passionate Night With You. It's also Trump x Biden. Quick warning though – it's NFSW.

Anyways thanks so much for reading!

this is the second trumo x biden fanfic i've written why do i do this to myself