"Be careful down there, honey." Michelle said, handing her husband a briefcase and exchanging a quick kiss with him. Barack was due a visit to Fiore, a kingdom, that for some reason did not appear on most maps.
"What's there to be afraid of?" He asked, fixing his tie.
"Oh, you know, just that- well, they mention that they practice sorcery there." She muttered in a worried whisper.
"Common lore to attract tourists, I bet." Barack laughed, walking to the plane.
"I just can't believe you're going alone. It's insane!"
"I've hardly done anything by myself since 2008. I'll go alone if I please." He jokes. "Love you."
"Love you too."
The plane ride was long. Crying babies, snoring seniors, and some food that just might be pizza. Fuzzy pizza.
"Ah, Fiore." Barack mused, stepping off of the plane at last. He stared out into the vast landscape. I don't have anywhere to stay tonight. I should've thought this through. He sighed, walking along the cobble roads. Eventually, Barack found himself outside of a large building with a strange emblem on it. Curious, he walked inside, and was immediately drawn to a young man near the back of the room, who happened to be, for some odd reason, shirtless. He sat down at the bar, where a lovely young girl with white hair stood.
"Hi there! I'm Mirajane. And who might you be?" She smiled.
"Barack Obama, president of the United States." The president said with confidence.
"I've never heard of it." She smiled. "Anyway, welcome to Fairy Tail! Could I get you something to drink?"
"Fairy Tail?" Barack mused. "You mean, like the children's books?"
"Nope! Fairy Tail is our guild!"
"Guild?"
"Yeah! There are all sorts, merchant guilds, dark guilds; but Fairy Tail happens to be a good wizarding guild!" She explained.
"Wizarding guild?!" He exclaimed.
"Oh, I guess they don't have those where you come from, do they?" Mirajane asked. Barack shook his head.
"Happy and Natsu, comin' at cha!" He heard someone say, and turned to see a boy with pink hair with a- no way. A flying blue cat?
"That's Happy and Natsu. Natsu's a Fire Dragon Slayer!" Mira said happily.
"Who's this doof?" Natsu asked.
"This is the president of the United States!" Mira beamed.
"Never heard of it." Natsu said, his mouth already stuffed with food.
"Say, Mira- who's that young man down there?" Barack asked, pointing the Gray.
"Oh, the shirtless one? That's Gray, he uses Ice make magic. He's half naked half the time, though." She laughed. Barack made his way down to the back of the room, nervous to speak to this Gray. On his way to the wizard, however, he was cut off by a rather large and intimidating looking man.
"Well hello there." The man said, his voice low and rough.
"Hello. I'm trying to get to-" Barack tried to defuse himself from the conversation immediately.
"I'm Gajeel Redfox, ex-member of the dark guild Phantom Lord, and, oh you know, Iron dragon slayer. No big deal." Gajeel gushed.
"That's great and all, but-" Once again, the president was cut off by the dragon slayer.
"Who? Icicle? Fullbuster ain't worth your time!" Gajeel laughed. "But I know somebody that is."
The president managed to defuse himself from the conversation. He managed to get close to Gray. He tried to make it seem natural to walk up to him, but he was being closely guarded by a girl with blue hair, and seemed unreasonably grumpy.
"Jeez Juvia, can you cut it out? I'm not in love with you!" He heard Gray say with disgust.
"When are you going to admit that we're mean to be?" Juvia smiled, almost creepily. Barack decided that this may not be the best time to approach the handsome young man.