(LOL time skip to 1814) Clay POV:
I woke up hungover to Calhoun throwing a pillow at my head.
"Mr. Clay, it's noon, and everything with the war has gone to hell," Calhoun almost shouted.
"Please... call me Henry," I mumbled.
"A first-name basis does not change the fact that it's noon and you just woke up."
"Yeah yeah, so what John?" I saw the usually stoic man cringe at the use of his first name. I sat up, even though I was still drowsy from the alcohol. I got pretty close to his face. I could see the fine lines on his face. I also noticed we had a height difference of one inch. My nose touched his, delicately. He wrinkled his nose in shock, I laughed.
"Shut up. The president's house is literally on fire," Calhoun yelled.
"Maybe war wasn't such a good idea,"
(Wow that was short)
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But By God... I love him (a Clayhoun story)
FanfictionJohn C. Calhoun was a cold, introverted politician from South Carolina. Henry Clay was a charming, social politician from Kentucky. The two definitely had their differences, but would they fall in love? THIS IS A HISTORICAL FANFICTION! BY NO MEANS A...
