Political-Pairings

It was a considerably hot day in the American south. A day ominously chosen by the blonde, the same blond sir who claimed to be the next in the presidential line of his country, for his "lackey" neighbor on the task of strengthening the dividing wall, while the tallest was resting right there, the Mexican was suffering. - ... Could I get some rest? - Enrique cried on high, thirsty and hot. - ... Hmm, let me think about it - Donald replied loudly, narrowing his eyes to see the sky, noting that there was no cloud - ... No - and smiled, settling into his seat to rest. The Mexican only lowered his eyebrows, moaning in pain in low volume. He li