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My father would be proud.
The election was the biggest accomplishment I had ever achieved in my entire life. Standing on the podium, beaming with pride at the thought of running this nation, a country that was run by a couple of low-lifes who didn't know what the fuck they were doing.
But they were no longer in power. I had done it. I won the election. As I look at my new vice president, a grin forms on my face. This was it. My big moment.
My mind flickers back to the thought of my father, how disappointed he would have been if I had lost. Well, the old man croaked a long time ago, but I had always strived to be as successful as him. I turn to look at the crowd, thinking for a moment. What should I say? What would be my first decree to enforce law and order here in this god forsaken place?
“You know what I said the day that I started my campaign? I said things are going to change. I looked every citizen of L'Manburg in the eye and said, ‘You listen to me, this place is going to be a lot different tomorrow.’ Let's start making it happen.”
I gaze upon the crowd, looking at my new country, one that was now rightfully mine, before my eyes land on Wilbur and Tommy. My rivals. The people in my way.
I got it.
“My first decree as the president of L'Manburg, the Emperor of this great nation, is to REVOKE THE CITIZENSHIP OF WILBUR SOOT AND TOMMYINNIT!”
I look at all the shocked faces of the citizens, grinning as Tommy and Wilbur make a break for it. “Get them outta here!!” I shout, watching as security goes to move after them.
I had done it. I had successfully run out the people who would question my authority. I clear my throat and pull out a flask, sipping from it casually before making my way over to Quackity. I light a cigarette and take a hit before blowing the smoke in his face.
“Look at what I have achieved,” I grin before Alexis speaks. “What we've achieved.” He corrects, and I let out a bitter laugh, taking another drag of the cigarette, feeling the burn in my lungs.
“Yes, what ‘we've’ achieved.” I reply before hooking my arm into his. We always had an.. Odd relationship, to say the least. He was my partner in crime, my closest ally. My lover.
I shake the thought of us being lovers off. We weren't lovers. We aren't.
Are we?
We went on dates, we spent late nights together, he taught me Spanish… Are we considered lovers?
I must have been too quiet, because Alexis speaks up again. “Jeb?” He asks, and I look over before pulling out my flask again and walk away from the podium, beckoning him to follow. “Just thinkin’, dollface. Don't worry about it,” I manage a sly grin, snuffing out my cigarette before leading him to our new home. The White House.
I grimace at the thought of having to live in a home that Wilbur helped build, but oh well. I needed to get shit faced. I lead my vice president inside, looking around before immediately reaching for the liquor cabinet.
“Are you sure you should be drinking?” Alexis asks, uneasy. I just laugh it off. “This is a big day for us, c'mon!” I grab a glass for each of us and pour one for him. “It'll be fine, sweetheart,” I coax, holding the glass out to him with a smile.
He takes the drink and downs it in one go, and I stand there, impressed. “Wow. Didn't take you for a drinker, big guy,” I tease, sipping from my glass after pouring him another drink. “Don't make yourself sick, now.”
He takes the glass once more and sips it this time, smiling at me. “Sooo, what kind of plans do you have for this place?” He asks, and I have to think for a moment. What are my plans?
“Well, it will no longer be ‘L'Manburg.’ I want all the evidence of that British fuck erased from history.” I start, swirling my drink. “He has done nothing but cause us trouble. Don't you remember how he tried to use you for his own political gain?”
Alexis swallows before nodding. “Yeah…” He replies softly, and I reach out to pull him closer. “The walls will go too,” I add, watching the duck's body language closely. He raises the glass to his lips, sipping before setting it down on a nearby table. “The walls? But they're supposed to protect us-”
I click my tongue. “Wilbur doesn't know jack shit about protection. Hell, he can't even protect his own fucking brother.” I laugh, shaking my head. “Besides, they're a nuisance. This country shouldn't be hidden away, it should be shown off. Ain't that right?” I narrow my eyes at Alexis.
After a moment of hesitation, he nods. “Aw, come on, doll. Don't you trust me?” I ask, pulling him closer by his tie. He was always much smaller than me. But it didn't matter. I stare down at him, just… Taking in his features before looking away, leaving him flustered.
“Anyways, I have big plans for this country,” I say as I clear my throat, trying to seem calm and collected, as I always do. Alexis also clears his throat. “I know, big guy,” He replies, but there's an edge to his voice, like he was nervous. I ignore it. I can't catch feelings for him.
You already did.
I couldn't have. My father would have killed me. He was very… Openly homophobic. And I am straight. I like women. Do I? Or am I just lying to myself? Either way, I couldn't be bothered to get attached. It would get in the way of everything. Or… If I married him, I could… Keep him wrapped around my finger. But what would my father think if he were still alive?
I remember his preachings and beatings like they were yesterday.
“What have I always told you about those disgusting queers?” He yelled, his hand tightening around the belt. I had to have been six or seven, and he had caught me trying on some of my mother’s clothes. I keep still, trying to keep myself from crying. Crying would anger him more. “To never become one.. If I did, then I'd be sent to Hell no matter how much I repent for my sin,” I sniffle out, trying to seem as straight faced as ever.
“That's right. Don't you ever become one of those disgusting sinners or I'll kill you myself!” He yells back in response, hurling his half empty whiskey bottle at my head before slamming the door. Thankfully, it missed and hit the wall, but the damage was done. I would never make him proud if I turned out like one of them.
I sigh out after reliving that memory, just taking the bottle and pulling out a cigarette from my pocket. “It's been a long day. Get some rest, Alexis.” I say, moving towards the stairs to my new room. He stands there before moving to follow, his face one of uncertainty. He knew better than to question me as we both made our way to our rooms for the night.
Things are going to change tomorrow.