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Eisenhower at NATO

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Brussels, Belgium

Supreme Allied Commander, Five Star General, Future President Dwight David Eisenhower also known as Ike, sat with President Truman, and  the other Leaders of NATO to discuss ways they could prevent the Axis side from doing any more damage.

Winston Churchill was sat beside Ike and President Truman. He liked both of them, thought they we're pretty civil towards everyone and tried to ensure their success. In secret, he definitely favored Ike more since he was actually a pretty cool guy. Eisenhower then got up to elaborate more details about their moves towards the Axis.

'Riddens,' He thought. They we're finally doing something to prevent any more bloodshed from both sides. WW2 was just over, just so they could get into another War. Before Eisenhower could speak, he realized he didn't have a marker to write his strategy down, and turned to Churchill. He then went up to his Ear so no one could catch what he was saying, since he didn't want to look unprofessional.

"Have a pen?" Eisenhower whispered to him. Churchill then silently gave a leer and handed one from inside of his coat to him, and as he gave it to him, he noticed his nose might be deceiving him. Was that...a hint of Rose in his Cologne? It was a Rose, Vanilla scent, awfully weird to Churchill.

"Bit of a Sweet Cologne Ike?" He gave a laugh. Eisenhower then retorted a chuckle to him and then went to smell himself. Churchill knew Eisenhower had a bit of Affairs, but not before a big meeting like this. 

"Good Afternoon, All. I am here today for the same reasons you all are here. For Victory, For Success, and for the People of all of our Nations." 

Eisenhower then elaborated the amazing plan to confuse the Axis Powers and use more of the WW2 Strategies that weren't used, and Churchill then thought to himself about him joking about the Cologne and realized they we're sleeping at NATO, So there was no possible way he could've got any.  

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Eisenhower at West Point

West Point, New York

Dwight Eisenhower was at West Point Military Academy with a goal of success. He was also with his closest friend, George Patton. They both have served 2 Years in the Academy, and received high ranks with their Strength, Endurance, and Intellect. 

"So How's things with Mamie?" Patton said while he gave a wink. Eisenhower just roll his eyes playfully and put his hands on his hips.

"She's swell, really. She gave birth to our son Doug just 5 months ago. Other then that we've been sending letters back and forth occasionally." Ike then sat down and put his leg over the other and got to folding his clothes. 

"Well that's great. My Beatrice is amazing, Cannot wait to see her again. I miss her smile, her touches, everything. At least I have a garment of clothing that reminds me of her when I smell it." Patton spoke with admiration. The Man then gave Ike the garment of hers.

"Oh, uh this is nice. The Pattern is a bit outlandish though, and the hem is crooked,-" Patton then snatched it back with a huff.

"You can fuck off." Patton playfully snapped back at the man's insults.

"Fine," Eisenhower put his hands up brazenly. "By the time it hits the 3rd month mark it's gonna be in strings." The Future President then got up and walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

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Eisenhower at White House

Oval Office, 1953.

President Eisenhower paces back and forth in the Office, receiving more and more calls by the
minute.

He had to do something about the Homosexuals in the Federal Government since the
Senate and Representatives have been talking to him about it non-stop. Vice-President Richard
Nixon then walked in to see Eisenhower standing like a deer in headlights.

"Ike, You have to do something. These Faggots are going to tarnish the White-House, and they are
Communists! Government Officials aside, once this gets out to the Press, And the People? Then
we'll all be in the deep end." Nixon demanded with passive-aggressiveness.

Eisenhower then sat back in his chair and picked up the phone, as Nixon sat in front of his desk. Ike then hesitated to
make the call. A call that could possibly ruin thousands of lives, just for being themselves, for
being human.

Ike then put his left palm on his temple and rubbed it.

"I don't think this is entirely right, Richard. Those people haven't done anything wrong, and it's not
as if Homosexuality can be treated." Eisenhower drooped back in his chair, put a pen in his hand
and tapped it on his head. Nixon then got up from the chair and pointed directly at Eisenhower.

"This is Preposterous! If this gets out that we have Sodomites we will be the joke of the Century,
none the face that they are also COMMUNISTS! Make the Right Choice General! We don't need
any of those Sissies and Dykes Communists in the White House!" Nixon Exclaimed and stormed
out. Ike was shocked at Nixon's antics, but he knew what he had to do.

He could not have any officials secretly being Communists, none the less gay. Ike reluctantly picks
up the phone and decides to make the painful decision. Eisenhower then stops to look at his
younger self, and his achievements in life. He knew if he we're just an Official he would be kicked
to the curb from the way he acts sometimes. The General then went and fixed his pantyhose and

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Washington D.C, 1925

Calvin Coolidge, President of the United States since the passing of his predecessor, Warren Harding, and was damn good at his job if you personally asked him. He wasn't taking no hogwash from any of the Officials, especially since they would annoy him with stupid questions. He was sat in the Chair listening to the Radio before the Secretary of Commerce came in, with some other men Calvin didn't know. Well he did know the Secretary's name, Herbert Hoover, Calvin noted to himself.

"Mr. President, I have come to talk about the Banks and how preposterous they are." Herbert Hoover argued. Calvin then mentally rolled his eyes. Hoover then placed papers of some banks receipts and files of the lending and loans.

'Another person woefully arrogant, what's new?' Calvin sat up in his Chair to see the Papers. Coolidge then looked up to Herbert's anxious glance and the fidgeting of his palms.

"Alright, and What is that you want me to do about this exactly?" Herbert then folded his arms as he took a huff before he would say a word.

"Mr. President, These Banks are handing Loans like Candy! Who knows if they are going to pay them back! Yes the Economic Market is flourishing, but in about a few years it's all going to crash if we start setting boundaries and more guidelines to it." Hoover demanded. Calvin then folded his hands and thought about what Hoover was saying.

"I understand your frustration, Sir. I will see what I can do about this." Hoover then gave a wave and left the Office. 

Calvin Coolidge Didn't do Anything about it.

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Calvin Coolidge at Amherst

Amherst College, 1893

Fine strands of Amber went through the small black comb. A New Bottle of Jockey Club damped the Man's coat, a little bit too much due to how anxious the Man was. A roommate of his sat on the bed right next to his, in disbelief at his friend's silly antics.

"You're getting ahead of yourself Cal, like cmon', you just dumped half of the best on your suit that you just bought. You're a nut." Calvin put the cologne down sternly and put his coat on, not responding to the friend beside him.

"Calvin? John?" 

(WIP I don't feel like writing the rest right now, he's my favorite president but god is he dull)

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Hyannis Port, Massachusetts, 1959

Then Senator, Presidential Nominee,  John Fitzgerald Kennedy was setting sail on his greatest love of all, his Victura. His Father, Joseph, gifted him said Boat when he was just fifteen, and was going on new adventures with it ever since. He was also accompanied by his Family, of course, as they we're one with the sea. He was having his favorite, a strawberry daiquiri, and soaking up the sun. Sitting down of course, since his back was feeling like murder all the time.

He sighed,

'Nothing can get better then this.' 

He took his glass and clanked it to the other glass, with the person who sat next to him. His Best Friend, the Bonnie to his Clyde, the person who was there thick and then, his friend Lem. Nobody understood him more then he did, well besides himself. Ever since they met that day at Choate, their lives we're forever changed for the better. Even more then 20 years together, they we're never apart. Hell, his Best Friend even repeated a grade just for him. Jack was just so thankful that he was lucky enough to find a real friend. It was also nice that Lem would always be around, even though he was making millions at that Pharmacy Company. It didn't even matter to Jack that he was a homosexual, if you asked him, more people should be like Lem. From his careless and admirable personality, to his witty disposition, the Future President really loved all his qualities. 

To Lem's smile, his contagious laugh, just everything always had him hooked. He now noticed sat friend had a raised brow and was tapping him. Jack quickly snapped out of it when he realized he'd been staring at him for 5 whole minutes.

"You alright there John? Keep having dreams of that Nixon?" Lem laughed as Jack chuckled with him to ease the tension. 

"No, it's just. I pity people that don't have a bond like us." The Other Man looked at his glass as he still had a smirk linger on his face.

"Well hell, some people aren't as tremendously sexy as us, that's a real pity too." The two men then continued to joke around and laugh as if they had no cares in the world. 

3 Inch Stilettos clacked on the rough oak planks, as the wearer was seething. Jacqueline Kennedy sat with their daughter, who was pulling back said daughter who was trying to jump off the boat and swim with the fish, to her dismay. One thing was clear, Jackie did not like that man. Every time that man would come over, he would practically snatch her husband and they would just go ghost and show back up, days later, as if nothing happened. That Billings was a huge thorn in her side, if you asked her. It didn't even help the fact that she knew he was a queer. She knew that when he goes back to Washington, he'll be too busy and will stop contact. Jackie even wonders how Lem and Jack always find all this time for each other even though they had both burdensome careers.

She hoped that her husband would win the Nomination, so she wouldn't be seeing him around anymore, for good.

(He lived in the white house)

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Choate Private School, Massachusetts. 1934  

Kirk LeMoyne (Lem) Billings was standing in front of a mirror, looking at himself in deep thought. A thin roll of toilet paper that was just about empty was clenched in his hand. He'd been staring in the mirror for 20 minutes now, trying to find the courage in his gut to give Jack the roll during Lunch. 

Tap

Tap

Drops of Water tumbled down the spout to the sink. He then turned his head to see the black dried up ink on the pages, confessing his true feelings. A euphoric feeling then rushed to his head and picked himself up to wait till Lunch. He then practically stuffed the note inside of his Bookbag and rushed out of the Restroom. While he headed out the Bathroom to go back to his Dorm, he then met the eyes, one of his closest Friends, John Fitzgerald "Jack" Kennedy. 

"Where did you go? It's six thirty and you usually come back to the Dorm by 4." Jack exclaimed with his arms folded. Lem just laughed it off, and kept his composure.

"I am just fine Jack, No need to blow your wig about me. I was just in the Study Hall since I have an exam on American Literature." He shrugged it and walked with Jack to the dorm. 

The Dorm was spacious, had all the necessities in the room and has properly furnished, to their liking. Two Beds separated by a small nightstand stood in the middle of the room. All their accomplishments and Decorations we're plastered on the wall. A dim light strung from the ceiling, and if it we're on for too long it'll flicker. 

Lem then threw his Bag on his bed and slumped onto while Jack went to sit right next to him. Barely two feet apart, they sat while Lem soon realized and scooted away a couple of inches. 

"So, "Studying" Huh?" Jack giggled. Lem just rolled his eyes.

"Yes, well not for that long obviously. I was also going over something." The Other boy then gave a glanced with a raised brow.

"What does that suppose to mean? You're incapable of telling me this "something"?" Jack said with an attitude. While Lem was hesitant to answer since he started to run cold, Jack then started to fashion a sly grin.

"Alright then "Studying", then let me see-" Jack then snatched the Bookbag from Lem's Bed while the Boy looked as if he saw a ghost. The Brunette then met disappointment when he saw just books and started thoroughly examining the bag, while Lem's mind was rushing with thousands of thoughts. Jack then gave a pff when he realized there was nothing and threw it down, as he did, a thin piece of toilet paper came out. He then slowly looked up to met his Friends eyes and they we're filled with horror. 

"Lem?....." Jack then picked up the piece and read it to himself. While he was reading his face slowly started to form into a face of shock. He then dropped it to the ground and cautiously went to sit next to Lem. As he sat down, the other boy scooted even further away.

"Are you...Is this..? I- I don't-" Lem then looked down to his fidgeting hands in embarrassment. Jack then tried to find his voice to continue what he was saying.

"Er' you a..Homosexual?" Unshed tears then started to form in Lem's eyes. It felt as if his voice had been taken away from him. Re-adjusting himself, he decided it was time he we're to say something.

"Yes. Yes- I am Jack. And-" Tears then spilt on his black pants as he tried to get the words straight from his heart out of his mouth. Before he could get a word out, Jack beat him to it.

"Who we're you sendin' this to?" While tears fell from his eyes, he noticed something flashed through Jack's eyes. That's when he got himself together to finally speak up, once and for all.

"You." Lem whispered as if it we're a slur. "You, Jack." He hiccupped.

"It's always been you. Ever since I met you, your personality, your intellect, your...everything. The way I always find your jokes funny, even when they're not," Lem laughed as another tear met his bottoms. "How competitive you are. How proud you are even if it's about the smallest victory. It's always been...you." While Lem concluded his confession, Jack started to get emotional. The Brunettes' tips of his mouth started to point downwards to the floor.

"I'm, Not a homosexual." Jack said. Lem then looked away and looked for a tissue to wipe his tears as he knew that was going to the definite answer. 

Until he felt a hand envelope his.

Lem then snapped his head to meet John's with astonishment. Before he could react, Jack then again beat him to it. 

"Though, I secretly always knew you we're." Lem then gaped at his best friend as he continued confessing.

"The way I would catch you staring a little too long, the way you are never too rough on me. You picked out the furniture and made sure it match the décor." They both chuckled in unison.

"So, what is this suppose to mean?" The other boy's hand then caressed his tenderly. Lem then felt all of his blood rush to his head as if he we're the happiest boy in America. He felt as if Fireworks erupted in his body and adrenaline filled his being. 

At 2:03 in the morning, the dorm's floor was littered with clothes as the nightstand as pushed to the door. The two beds we're pushed together and the warm blanket soothed them both. Their body heat infused with the others as they we're sound asleep.

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July 23rd, 1963. White House

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Jacqueline Kennedy walked across the halls with the entourage following behind her. She was giving yet another tour for visitors, two times this week, and it was only Tuesday. The crowd gave additional dialogue to each other as they walked down the halls. The First Lady abruptly stopped as she opened the door of the Vacant Bedroom.

"Now see, this is the other Guest Bedroom. As you see down the hall there are other vacant rooms just in case anything comes up or an official stops by." A Visitor raised their hand, a notepad in the other. This guest was in the back, next to-

"Madam, I guess this room isn't included in the tour as I can hear it is occupied?" He asked as his face looked distraught of the barely comprehensible lewd noises. Jackie's body seemed to run cold, as she tried to keep her composure.

"Oh yes, probably one of the Service men. They do have an awful lot of meetings this time around, nothing to worry." The Man then eased his worries with a chuckle, though Jackie's didn't. 

As another hour passed by with the finishing of the Tour, Jackie O dismissed the visitors with a proper goodbye, and marched up the steps to give Jack a piece of her mind. All he does is embarrass her! 

She stormed up to the door and angrily knocked on the door. 

'If it's ANOTHER one of those freakish parties I'll-' Her thought then went through the window as she heard her Husband say a quick "Enter" as she heard some moving of furniture.

She gulped.

"Lem, I didn't know you'd be here SO early? Booked an earlier flight from New York?" Jack and Lem sat side by side on a couch by the bed, Jackie noticing the bed messily made up. The Other Man stood up with a smile and shook her hand. Jackie then felt disgusted as she shook the drenched hand, and noticed they both we're sweating buckets. Well, it made sense as they always wear heavy suits, as they are now.

"Goodness, Do you two need to turn on the ceiling fan? Both of you look awfully sweaty." Jack took a towel that was on the table and patted his head with it.

"No, it's fine. You know how murderous the heat in D.C could be. Besides, we we're just talking about things. And this, " Jack threw the towel at Lem. "asshole thought it would be funny to add pepper sauce to my lunch."

Lem laughed, Jackie didn't.

"Well, I was giving another tour if you hadn't noticed about an hour ago. One Reporter said they heard some strange noises coming from out of this room." The First Lady folded her arms. The President and his Friend just exchanged glances as if Jackie was crazy.

"We weren't in this room at that time, Jackie. I had meetings all day, I just got off 30 minutes ago." Jack explained as if it we're common sense. Jackie started to feel her eyes starting to water with anguish. It's always this way, always acting if she we're stupid. As if she we're a joke. She quickly tried to keep calm and decided to just not get too riled up. Lem noticed this and look straight to the ground in guilt, unable to look her in the eyes.

"Alright, Since I have things to do I'll be downstairs." Jackie slammed the door on them, and Lem went back to sit next to his Best Friend. Jack discarded his Cigar onto an ashtray and interlocked their hands together. Jack and Lem just sat there, still and quiet for about a minute, to process things.

"So," Lem picked himself up to perch himself on the bed. "That was a close one. We need to be more careful." JFK chugged the rest of his Whiskey and struck the glass back onto the table.

The President wiped his mouth, "Nobody knows, Lem. Stop being a Bitch." He draped his arms on the sides of the couch. Lem's effeminate demeanor slowly went away, into a serious one.

"Jack, Everyone knows about me. I hear the whispers, every single one of them. I'm an embarrassment." Lem looked down to his empty glass, as damp and sloppy as his emotions. Jack huffed.

"Don't piss me off. We do this all the time. We're just friends, nothing is wrong with that. Besides, People will talk anyway. What's gotten into you?" The Homosexual put his hands to the top of his head and gave out a sigh.

"I love you, Jack. This, We can't do this anymore. It's just not right. " Jack quickly got up to become face-to-face with his lifetime friend, the person who knew him the best.

"I don't know what got into your head, But snap out of it. You're doing me a favor, and you do it best. Grow the fuck up." Jack pushed his Best Friend's shoulder. Lem pushed his shoulder aside in a serious matter, which shocked the hell out of Jack.

"I have to go, now. I have business to attend to, with my corporation." Lem walked to the door, almost to open it, but a hand angrily slammed the door back. Lem then tried to open the door, which Jack was blocking. That's when the two started to push off of each-other, Lem's hands turning red from the friction. JFK pushed Lem off the door, which the Other Man ambushed Jack to a wall. 

BOOM

Jack's fast hand went directly to the center of Lem's face, which was a punch Jack didn't know he had in him. Glasses fell to the ground, cracked into many different pieces. Lem lost his balance, still, he rushed back to get out of the room. Jack hurriedly backed Lem to wall and grabbed on his clothes, more then Lem's glasses we're falling and the place started to look like a wreck. Lem fell back when he kicked back his Best Friend for him to let go, which made him lay on the plush bed. Jack went to choke the shit out of him, How dare he say these things? Some Best Friend he had.

Both Men we're on the bed as Lem tried to take Jack's hands off of him, and hopefully to leave and not come back, for a while. Air slowly leaving Lem's body, he used all his force to push Jack away, and slid to the top of the bed, to get himself together. The President then realized he was also winded, and grabbed Lem's glass and chugged the rest of the whiskey. 

"Shit." Is all that John F Kennedy, 35th President of the United States, Could say.

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War Department Office, Washington D.C. April 4th 1865.

Abraham Lincoln sat in the mahogany leather chair, his elbows on the matching fine oak desk. His torrid brown locks gripped thoroughly by his palms. Bags of the Stress, the Melancholy, and Pure Anguish were hung underneath his eyes. He has barely eaten, neglects sleep, and has night terrors almost every night. Stacks upon stacks of papers we're stacked in disarray. The Man could barely keep his eyes open, he didn't want to keep his eyes open. The 16th President just wanted it all to be over. 

To say that he was in a dark time of his life would be an understatement. 

Close Friends of his would occasionally stop by and check up on him, to make sure he didn't inflict harm on himself. Dried tears lingered on his unkempt clothes, his face in wrinkles from the chronic stress. His fine quill pen, unused since the sun rose up to start the day. The Fact was, he didn't want the sun to rise. There was no sun in his life, no light, just dusk and gloom that roams around him. The Sun never set for him, his life was filled with misery, death was probably laughing in his face.

A Person burst through the door, It was Grant. General Grant, Why was he here?

"Abe, I was calling for you through the telegram, yet I received no answer." He wore a triumphant smile on his face, and showed as much pride on his chest. Lincoln just stared at him, confused.

"Our Troops are almost finished, we have become successful. Our endeavors we're jubilant, Mr. President. General Lee surrendered almost a week ago, I had to give you the good news myself." Lincoln just still wore that blank face, with his pessimistic composure not succumbing. 

"That is very swell, Grant." Was all Abraham could muster, and tried to put a smile on his face, since he was not use to feeling happiness. 

"I know this is a lot to take in Sir, So I'll leave you be." Grant gave a nod with a tip of his hat, and walked out of Lincoln's Office. A weird feeling bubbled inside of the Man's wounded heart. Success. Triumph. Lincoln thought to himself.

He was shot in the head 11 days later, and did not recover. 

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February 25th, 1967. Washington D.C

Lyndon B Johnson stood up tall as the co-ed of Reporters gathered around him, some with microphones. He answered the questions like a true professional he thought, even though he was getting very aggravated at the mention of the Vietnam War. A Male Reporter came even closer then the others, annoyingly trying to grab Lyndon's attention for more info about the war. He shook Lyndon's hand, and while the Man looked back down to his notebook for prepared questions, Johnson wiped his hand on a towel.

"Michael N. Rogers, Sir." The Man introduced himself. "Is it true that the troops we're sent before the war to try and engage in some type of action Sir?" Before LBJ could get a word out, a Lady asked another question regarding that.

And Another. And even more.

"Is this going to last even longer?"

"When are our troops coming home?"

"Was the reason for this war was to stop communism?"

It was starting to get a bit overwhelming, and Lyndon was struggling to keep having a nice smile and that Texas charm. The flashing lights we're starting to overstimulate him as was the voices of all the Reporters who demanded answers for his doings.

"Can you find ways to obtain a good solution to cease the bloodshed?" Aw that was it, he needed to show who was boss. Lyndon took a towel and patted it on his head, and fixed his tie.

"May all the Women leave the room for me, As I am about to conclude this session." The Audience gave questionable looks as the Women reluctantly left the room, their answer pads barely filled with any valuable information. While the Male Reporters we're excited as they hoped to receive some answers to their questions. As they left, LBJ folded his arms as he caught a breath. More Questions, Dumb Questions if you asked him, spread like wildfire.

"Are you doing more to aid the troops?"

"We need more Veteran Discounts!"

"Can you justify the continuation of the Vietnam War?" Johnson had it. 

"This is why!" 

what the fuck.

A few minutes of silence flowed through the room in shock, as the 36th President whipped out his penis, and not just that, did a helicopter with it. Most of the Reporters dropped their things in surprise. Lyndon Baines Johnson was smug as he witnessed their reactions.

That'll teach em'.

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Los Alamos, New Mexico. July 18th, 1945.

"As you see from the Nuclear Fission infracted in the particles, the diameter we are trying to reach is," J. Robert Oppenheimer was then interrupted by the 34th President, Harry S. Truman standing by the doorway. Oppenheimer turned back to his administration.

"Approx. 28 Inches. Now let's get back to work." The Scientist then went back to their desks to finish their equations to get the precise measurements. The Man then excused himself to meet Harry Truman in the narrow hallway. They exchanged in a polite handshake.

"Julius Oppenheimer, Mr. President. It is a pleasure to have you here to discuss what we have been working on." Truman fixed his glasses,

"Yes, I have been receiving your transcripts, and if this is going even smoother, we can take our troops home. Save Millions of lives, Thanks to you." Truman complimented the Physicist. They walked together down the hallway to go into Oppenheimer's office.

"It is no easy feat, and I had the help of these remarkable group of people for assistance." Truman gave Robert a pat on the back, and moved to sit down in a leather armrest, while Oppenheimer sat on the couch beside his desk.

"Mr. President, I yet again Thank You for graciously expanding this administration for the better. I just feel, as we progress, it might catch the eye of other Scientist from out of the States." Oppenheimer took two glasses and poured them with bourbon. Truman couldn't help but huff from the audacity.

"Well, Do you know when them 'Other Countries' or them Soviets are gonna have em?" Oppenheimer tried to respond, but was quickly interrupted. 

"Never!" Truman laughed at the simple idea of anyone else putting their hands on this weapon. Robert readjusting himself, starting to feel the slightest bit of nerves start to get to him.

"Mr. President- I just feel as though they possibly know about this secret project, as talk becomes more and more popularized." Truman picked up his glass and took a long gulp of bourbon.

"No one, besides this location, is touching anything we have, I know of that." Robert put a hand to his temple in mild frustration. 

"I have already heard word of some development, Mr. President." Truman stood up from his chair the moment Robert's last word came out. 

"Mr. Oppenheimer, Words are just words, not actions. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to briefly step outside for some air." Truman gave a nod as he angrily left the room. Oppenheimer let his head rest onto the table in frustration.

It was too much.

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East Aurora, New York. Fillmore Residence.

A Pen was ushered into the President's hands, as the man had an amalgam of emotions. Uneasiness, second-guessing, discomfort, and more that just flowed throughout his body.

Though one that was upon the mix stood out farther than any other could.

Ambition.

He knew what he had to do, even if it was morally wrong. Everyone has been giving opinion, after opinion, even his own Family. He believed he was the man to follow through what he wanted to do. This piece of paper would drastically change the course of history as they all knew it. The Man looked back out to the audience, and one particular figure stood out, his wife. She heavily disagreed on such bill, yet even if she was the love of his life, she was just a mere woman. Woman should be worried with the simpler things, instead of worrying their little head with politics. 

The Room was in complete silence, the only thing that produce sound was the grand clock on the side of the wall, silently torturing everyone in the room with suspense. 

Dark Ink hit the paper in a swift motion, as that happened, the audience erupted in applause and clapped, while some went into gasps of horror. The 13th President stood up with glory and reveled in the praises gathered from mostly everyone in the room, except for some.

The said some had to be physically dragged out of the room, to try not and attack the President. As they we're forcibly escorted out of the room, Millard heard some of their ramblings like "Monster!" "Deranged!" "Cruel". He didn't seem to find empathy as he knew this would lead America to the Divine Destiny it is supposed to be. He then shook some hands with nothing but a smile and sunshine in his pocket.

I bet you wonder what was he signing? The Fugitive slave act.

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Thursday, 5:23

19th August, 1814

A golden trinket fell from the marble nightstand.

It appeared to be a statue of a prophet, kneeling down to pray. To give his oaths of praise to his deity. Dolley looked to the fallen trinket, as if it we're a bottle left on the side of a walkway. She'd notice where the trinket had fell, which was the top shelf. The first lady laughed to the irony of the circumstance. Her frail blanket, as thin as a rabbit's coat, started to shake off of the woman. 

Tear's escaped from her eyes, down to the hardwood floor. She could have sworn she seen mites scatter profusely throughout the balmy night. She, as well as her husband and most of the residents at the White House, had to flee to some Governor's home in Virginia. While her skin was warm, her heart grew a coldness within. 

The woman could hardly recall the past few days from leaving the White House. From the British invading the most sacred home in America, her fending off the guards, to her ensuring that she kept with her America's most prized treasures. Important documents such as the Bill of rights, the Constitution, and some other things she just stuffed into the rest of her belongings. Her posture grew weary with the time that was lost with her just sitting there. In grossed in a multitude of thoughts that she could not find it in her to get rid of.

No one from her family besides her children were with her, all broken in to tears. All of them clinging to the hem of her skirt to use as an assemblage of tissues. Their cries rang throughout the foyer, their snotty faces in disarray from what they have faced from just the past few days.

Most of their valuables and clothes we're gone, as with the House, but it didn't matter to her. All that mattered was seeing her Husband again.