Adolf Hitler nervously paced the hall of his home. He was anxiously awaiting the arrival Joseph Stalin, his long-time friend and (hopefully) soon to be lover.
He spent that morning in his garden picking Joseph a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers. He held in his hand a vivid array of freesia, roses, and baby's breath. Joseph was a man of culture, and Adolf knew that the flowers would strengthen their bond. He spent many months preparing his garden in the hope that Joseph would take notice and appreciate his work.
Adolf was pondering all the time he had spent trying to earn the recognition and approval of his dear friend when there came a knock upon the door. It was time.
He opened the mahogany door and met the deep brown eyes if his friend. Though neither blonde-haired nor blue-eyed, Adolf couldn't help but swoon at his rugged charm.
"Hello, mein Fruend," Joseph uttered in his velvet baritone. Normally this faulty pronunciation would upset Adolf, but coming from his dearest Joseph he found it nothing short of endearing.
"Hello, Joseph," Adolf said concealing a blush. "I thought you might enjoy these." He timidly handed him the flowers. As he was doing so, their fingers brushed, and a rose hue flushed his cheeks.
"Thank you. These are positively lovely!"
"Only the best for you, Big Jo." Adolf decided to be forward and use a name he had jokingly given Joseph years ago.
"It has been far too long since our last meeting. How have the past too weeks fared?" Joseph walked over to the kitchen table, setting his flower's in a vase and taking a seat. He was no stranger to this house and had no trouble making himself at home.
"Not too shabby, though they would have been more enjoyably had I spent them in the company of someone such as yourself. Actually, Jo, that's part of why I've invited you here today."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that... well... I like being around you. A lot. And I don't like it when we're apart. What I'm trying to say is that I'd like to take our friendship further."
"Mei- Mein Fuhrer, I thought my feelings were one-sided. Long have been the months when I have longed for your gentle touch and kind words, but was too afraid to acknowledge my feelings."