Being president had a massive responsibility- protect the people, give people freedom with the correct laws and rights in place and a million other jobs. So you knew when your boyfriend, Armando was elected as Italian president, it was going to be a really big deal. And a long seven years of him in the office meant there was going to be some sort of distance between you two.

The previous night you had a massive fit towards Armando because you felt neglected of the love you wanted so bad- especially since you had started dating him not too long ago, and you were being faced with this time and distance apart.

Of course Armando felt horrible since he was a natural lover boy so boy did he make you feel better- you woke up to hundreds of roses and a ton of other gifts, and now you were in his presidential office since he let you spend the time there.

"I have a stupid amount of laws I have to decline or pass, I'll be bored out of my mind so you stay right here, alright?"

Armando sat down on his seat and pat his lap, keeping his hand on your thigh while glancing at the stack of pages upon pages put on his desk. And of course you had a gift bag on you lap addressed from 'the man who loves you most, Armando~', because he was begging you to open it in front of him.