America walked into Donald Trump's room. It was very dark.
"America~ you will b mine." America heard Donald growl. He walked around the corner of the room and saw the Donald.
The sight before him was beautiful. Light shine thru the red white and blue curtains, reflecting onto Donald's naked, carrot-orange skin. The Donald noticed America standing there; staring. And he grinned.
"America~ it's time for you to become mine." Donald's old orange diddly-stick was small, but America knew he would enjoy every inch of it. Except, there was a problem.
"Donald, I don't wanna do the dirty with you." Amurica said. Donald glared. "Why? Am I not good enough for you???" Rusty tears slid down his face and his expression was like a pepe meme.
"No! Donald, bby shh. You are the greatest good I'm ever gonna get!" Murica assured. "I'm pretty sure that's not how that goes." Donald sniffled. America shrugged, "I've never seen that movie so whatever. I tried." America walked over and kissed the Donald on his mouth.
"I still luv u bby." America smiled.
"I know. I'm a rly great person."
"WAIT! I THoUGHT YoU wERe a LIZaRd!!"
"Why the fuck would I be a LIZARD??" Donald demanded, glared at America, and started crying again.
America rolled his eyes at the Donald. "Fucking control yourself. Jebus christ."
"I'm sorry." Donald sniffed. America smiled and nodded. "Good. Bcuz I rly hope u don't become president."
"OMIGOD WHY???" Donald gasped.
"Just cuz."
"I hate u."
"Don't be mean Donald."
Trump-meister glared at the America. "Can I still fuck u silly?" He asked.
"No."
"Why not??!!"
"I said no Donald. Respect my decision." America hissed like a cat and jumped out the window. Screaming: "GOOOOD BLESSS AMEEEERICAAAA!!"
"AMERICAAAA!!!" Donald yelled. America flew up and came back through the window. Kissing Donald Trump one more time before he flew away.
"Goodbye my Donald. I know I'll see you again soon." America whispered, wiping a tear off Donald's cheek.
"Goodbye. America..."
And then Donald Trump got blasted into space by angry people.
America never saw him again.
And though he probably wouldn't admit it, America was very happy Donald Trump was gone. Sure, he may have loved him, but that wasn't love. Love was hamburgers and soda. And loving Donald Trump had been like that for a while, but then loving Donald had turned into something along the lines of eating England's cooking.
America smiled softly at the sky, proud of himself for thinking so poetically.
"Goodnight Donald. Though our love was short, and I don't really miss you... I forgot my point... Hmm, I guess I'll go get McDonald's."
Because McDonald's was the only "Donald" America would ever love.
And that was the truth.
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Kinda regret writing this... Kinda don't...
Ah fuck it. Y'all love me anyways.
