Third person POV
Vladimir Putin sat around the fireplace in his secret base, a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. He sipped his cup of hot cocoa with just a touch of vodka in it and snuggled under his plaid blanket with a smile of pure bliss. Just as when he started nodding off to sleep, he heard a loud knock on the door.
He jolted up in his seat. Who could that be? Nobody knew about his special secret base. Putin shook his head and groggily waltz to the door with a slight limp to great his mysterious visitor.
Putin was surprised at who he saw. Donald Trump was right outside his door with a bouquet of dollar bills folded into the shape of flowers.
Trump cleared his throat and looked at the Russian leader with both smiling and shy eyes. "Hello Putin, um...how are you doing?"
Putin was taken aback and wasn't sure how to react. The right thing to do would be to throw him out, but he didn't want to do that. Instead, he felt like embracing Donald Trump in his small Russian arms.
Before Putin could do anything, he was suddenly pinned down on the loveseat by the strong US president.
"This is wrong." Whimpered Putin.
Trump just smiled. "And I don't want to be right." whispered the president into the smaller Russian's ear.
Was it the vodka laced hot cocoa that made Vladimir Putin not fight back? Or was it…
Love.
(Author's note: I should be taking notes on World War 2 in Social Studies but this happened. Can anyone tell me about Operation Barbarossa or D-day? Please send help. Thnx)