John Howard's eyes twinkled as his wheels hit the runway. It was too good to be back in New York.
""Excuse me, Mr Prime Minister,"" said the air-hostess gingerly as she stood next to the seated man. ""We've touched down in New York, and the limosuine is ready to take you to the White House.""
""Excellent,"" said John. He put down his book, a copy of War and Peace, and proceeded to put his tray in the upright position. ""This has been an excellent flight. You and the staff are to be congratulated.""
The air-hostess smiled. ""It was a pleasure to serve you, Mr Prime Minister.""
""Please, call me John,"" he said.
The air-hostess smiled back. She felt an instant affinity for this kindly man.
John Howard grabbed his brief-case. Inside was his important speech. ""Mustn't forget this!"" he said.
John Howard disembarked and hit the runway. The Americans had laid out a long red carpet for Australia's Prime Minister, from the airplane all the way into the terminal. John Howard walked the entire length of it, proudly.
Inside the terminal, he walked towards the security station, where a queue of passengers were waiting their turn to be scanned. A big burly American soldier, with black sunglasses and an earpiece and a big gun stopped him.
""Excuse me Prime Minister. You don't need to go through the x-ray machine. You are the Prime Minister! You can go through the VIP door.""
John grabbed him with a piercing gaze. The soldier suddenly felt himself unsure in that impressive gaze.
""I am an Australian. I will go though the x-ray machine like everyone else! I don't care if it takes two hours!""
The soldier was stunned. No American politican he knew had ever said anything like that. And sure enough, John Howard joined the queue. The soldier felt so proud he thought he might burst. ""I better moves me Down Under"" he said in his thick American accent.
John Howard was prepared to wait his turn, but all the people in the queue in front of him, once they realised who he was, parted. One old lady from Adelaide gave him a little push forward, ""It's my place in the queue to give, and I want to give it to you. You get out there and give 'em hell, from me."" John could not but help smile. Meekly and humbly he accepted everyone's wellwishers and was soon zooming out of the airport in his limosuine.
As they drove towards the White House, the limo passed the site of the September 11th Terrorist Attacks.
John Howard remembered that fateful day, when he saw the planes crash into the buildings from his hotel window. He remembered the sound of metal on metal, the screeching of glass and steel, and the screams of the innocent dying. In that moment he had vowed to avenge their deaths, and now, passing by the rubble, he reaffirmed his vow. His cold hard resolve would never waver until those murderers were dead. And Justic was Done! Suddenly his speech to the United Nations didn't seem so important.
The limosuine pulled up in front of the White House, and John Howard got out. He looked up at the building and gave a low whistle. It sure was impressive. ""I wish we had something like that at home."" he said, thinking of Canberra. There was a lone protester out the front of the building with a sign that said ""Troops out of Iraq"".
John Howard felt a surge of pity for this man. Didn't he realise we're all on the same side? They bombed us and Howard was never going to let it happen again.
He walked up the steps and into the foyer. It was a bustle of activitiy, with young interns running to and fro. Except for one young man who sat on a cold stone bench near the door. John walked over to him.
""G'day. You seem sad? What's the problem?""
The young man looked up at this kind stranger. ""I came here to give the president my plan for world peace, but he won't see me.""
John Howard almost laughed allowed at this handsome young man's naivity. ""You can't just see the President of the United States!"" he said. ""You have to make an appointment.""
Instead of laughing, the young man looked sad. John Howard felt a pang of something in his heart. ""Don't be sad. I think it's really admirable that you want to change the world. It's what everyone in this building wants. I've been here before, and I know young people like yourself from all over America work hard just so that they can work here.""
The man nodded.
""Look, I've got a few hours before my big speech, do you want to come with me on a tour of the White House. I've been here before and I know my way around,"" said John, suddenly excited at the prospect of doing something different to his usual stuffy routine.
The young man looked startled at John's kindness. ""That would be ... nice."" he said.
""I think what would cheer you up is a trip to the Presidental Library!"" said John, grabbing the man by the arm and pulling him along. The young man was startled by the contact, and felt his face beging to blush.
""What's your name, young man?"" asked John. ""My name's John.""
""The young man replied Simon""
They arrived inside the big, impressive library. It was quiet and cool. A change from the hustle and bustle outside.
""This is the library,"" said John, gesturing grandly. ""Every book in America is here. Well, a copy anyway."" He laughed at his own joke. Simon found it infectious and laughed too. ""I don't read much,"" he said sheepishly.
John Howard fixed him with a penetrating stare. Simon felt himself falling into those soft grey eyes. ""You really should read, you know."" said John. ""I read all the time myself.""
Simon nodded. He vowed to read more books. ""Why don't we go down this aisle?"" said SImon, his heart pounding.
John saw that the aisle was empty and quiet. He looked at Simon, a long, slow, look. "OK," he said simply.
Feeling brave, SImon took John by the hand and led him down the rows of books. John grabbed him and pushed him roughly up against the wall. ""Please, kiss me,"" said Simon. John obliged, and Simon melted under that passionate embrace.
""What if somebody comes?"" asked Simon, looking down the aisle.
""That's what I'm hoping,"" said John, laughing at his own joke. Simon giggled two, and soon they both collapsed to the ground, helpless with laughter.
Simon undid John's tie and undid some buttons. John pulled out Simon's belt and pulled down his pants. Simon pulled down John's fly, and released the hard member that had been straining for release. Simon had never seen another man's penis before, and he was suprised at how large and firm it looked. ""I ... I want it in me."" he whispered. Saying something he had never dared say to anyone before. John nodded gently and said ""Only if you're sure."" ""I'm sure"" he replied. John Howard spat on his dick to provide lubrication and then entered his young friend. It felt wonderful.
A few hours went by before John and Simon left the library.
""OOh no!!" said John. ""I'm late!!!""
""Go!"" said Simon. ""I'll be waiting for you here."" he said, still tingling with strange feelings. ""I think I might love you."" he blurted out.
John smiled. He felt his own heart soar! ""I'll be back, I promise!"
He ran down the corridor, and with seconds to spare entered the grand chamber where the United Nations sat. All the members stood to attention and clapped him. John walked to the podium and said in his thick Australian accent "Hello, it's my pleasure to be in your fine country."" All the senators cheered. ""Now, I came today to deliver a very improtant speech," he began. He looked around! His speech was gone!!! Oh no! What will I say? he thought to himself. Suddenly, he thought of Simon, a young man who wanted to change the world, and he knew exactly what to say.
""I was going to give a speech about trade and border security and terrorism. But I realised today that there is mort imprortant things in life than those things. I realised that what we need is love. We need to love one another. The world is big enough for everyone. We get so worked up about money and gambling that we sometimes forget to be nice to other people, like our parents. Well, I just want to say I'm sorry to them. I'm sorry to all the people in the world who don't know what love is. That is the true feeling. Love! Why don't people understand that everyone needs it."" With a flourish, he sat down.
As one, the chamber lept to its feet and began cheering wildly!
The secretary stood up and said into the microphone. ""All those in favor of peace, say aye!"". And for the first time in history, all the countries of the world, all the creeds and colours, women and children, voted to put aside their differences and work towards peace. It was only the start of a long journey, a small step on a long journey. But hopefully what started here today will spread across the world.
And John had Simon to thank for it.
The End.
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