It was the afternoon of the fourth day of the meeting. All the world leaders were either in their rooms, or mingling about in the swimming pool or the lounge. It was a sunny time, in the tourist area of Brussels. All the world leaders were together, literally, frolicking in the sun or doing something.
Meanwhile Bashar Al-Assad was lying down in his room. Bashar got out of the meeting early, complaining of stomach problems, but his gut urged him to go down to the pool and at least mingle with the world leaders. He looked out his window and saw all the cars passing by the hotel and he then soon got his robe on and took his swim trunks and went down to the pool area.
The Brussels hotels are considered on the the best in Europe, since this is where all the world leaders came to when attending a summit. Bashar was anxious because literally no one would talk to him. If they did, it was either to taunt or ignore him. He watched as all the world leaders down there were either in the pool or lounging. Of course, there was heavy security detail for each world leader. Putin was trying to play Marco Polo with Shinzo Abe and Jose Zapatero, Theresa May was chatting with Angela Merkal while both lounged in the sunlight. May, decked out with a nice little one piece that showed off the curves of her body managed to get along with Angela Merkal, who was munching on a pretzel. Obama was chatting up Dilma Rousseff while sipping a long island Iced Tea, Michelle Blatchlett and Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu were flirting with each other at the bar, her arm draped around Netanyahu like a Christmas ornament, Xi Jiping was reading some state documents and writing down notes while Aquino of the Philippines was splashing water onto him, trying to annoy him. Francois Hollande and Nicholas Sarkozy were arguing over who’s breadstick they stole, Qaddafi was in the bathroom, changing his outfit (again) for the third time in the day. Cameron and Gordon Brown were trying to swim laps around the pool (involves a five quad bet on who gets to the end first). Abdel Fattah Al-Sisi was chatting up King Abdullah II of Jordan, Anng San Suu Kyi was engrossed in a book and Rohani was sitting at the edge of the pool, all alone.
Bashar was not the type of person who a social. He’s an introvert who would rather write or do photography than chat with other world leaders. Obama closely eyed him, and though both men had animosity towards each other, they remained on cordial terms. Bashar then found an empty seat and sat in it. He didn’t want to chat with anybody right now and his stomach felt awful.
He just sat there and tried to catch some sleep and not be notice. His attempts didn’t work. Suddenly he felt cold water on his skin and heard a splash. He woke up to find that he’d been soaked down to the bone. “Sorry!” Al Sisi said. “I tried doing a cannonball but I forgot you were sitting there. Sorry!” He said with a smile.
“Wow, really mature Al-Sisi,” Assad spoke sarcastically. “Well, he didn’t mean to dude, I’m going to probably get into the water too.” Zapatero said. He then went up the the diving board in the deep end and and did a cannonball into the water. He, who learned how to swim at an early age bobbed up the water like a dolphin. He then swam down to where Shinzo was at and then grabbed him by the waist and dunked him into the water. They both bobbed up in no time flat.
“Dude, at least tell me when you’re gonna do that!” Shinzo said angrily.
“Well, that’s the point of a sneak attack mi amigo!” Zapatero smiled, his white teeth gleaming in the sunlight.
“Well, don’t blame me if I try to do it to you!” Putin said then he submerged himself in the water and swam trying to reach Zapatero.
“You’ll have to catch me first dude!” Zapatero then dove and swam underwater to the other side.
“I’m going to get you!” Shinzo said as he eagerly dove down and swam after Zapatero.
Putin couldn’t help but roll his eyes as Abe chased after Zapatero, he then turned to Bashar.
“So dude, why are you sitting by yourself?” He asked.
“I’m just tired and my stomach is giving me problems. I don’t want to strain myself anymore.” Bashar said. Just then a yell was heard and the next thing you know it, Qaddafi was tripping over his tunic while chasing another man who was tightly clutching a tiny purse. The man was fast but Qaddafi being in an extravagant outfit didn’t help matters as he was constantly tripping over the tunic while running. The whole pool could hear him puffing and being worn out as he ran.
“Bag thieves, not uncommon around here,” Zapatero muttered to himself.
“Well are we just going to stand here all day?” Putin shouted.
“I don’t know about you guys but I’m going after him,” Bibi said as he dashed down the pool and scampered after the thief. “עצור , גנב ! תפסיק!” He said while chasing after the thief.
Rouhani, who have been so engrossed in his daydreaming didn’t notice Bibi and Qaddafi running after the thief. Eventually, it caught the attention of everyone at the pool.
“Help! That thief stole my purse!” A woman’s voice sounded over the chatter and the crazed daze. “I need my purse back!” She said jumping over the wall that separated the hotel pool from the golf course. “I’m going to get it myself!” Abdel Fattah Al-Sisi said and Assad the joined in on the chase. They managed to chase the thief around the pool only once until Bibi tackled him and Al-Sisi put him in an arm lock. Bashar then retrieved the purse from the man’s hand and handed it to the woman, prompting her to smile and express her gratitude.
“Now we’re holding him until the police can come.” Bibi said. He then looked over at the Mossad agent that was standing guard by the enterence of the pool. “Sir, call the police.” He said firmly. The agent didn’t hesitate. He dug out a secure phone from his pocket and got ahold of the Brussel’s police department. The woman still hadn’t gotten over the shock that a bunch of world leaders helped her out, or the fact that she was in the presence in the first place. “I’d like to thank each and every one of you,” She said with a graceful smile.
“Well, we’re glad to help,” Putin said with a smile, while aiming to flex his muscles.
“Yes, but I can’t thank you enough. You’re Vladimir Putin right?” She asked, with some giddy excitement.
“Yep, the one and only,” Putin smiled.
They don’t recognize me, it’s like I don’t even exist, Assad thought. He then buried the thoughts deep into his head and and he then went off back to his room and found himself back in bed. It was only about six hours until nine o’clock in the evening, and they all had to reconvene at six for a meeting on the refugee crisis and the financial state of the world. Assad the laid there in the bed for about thirty minutes and then took a sedative and fell asleep.
I did help save that woman, why didn’t she acknowledge me? Bashar thought. But one of the things that made him happy was that he did something noble, and sometimes one needs to do that from time to time. Yet any decent person would do what he did, even if they were a normal person. Yes, being a leader has not been the easiest job, especially when your father had high expectations and set the bar pretty damn high. But when you weren’t the original heir to the dynasty, but are suddenly thrust into that role, it can induce unimaginable stress.I’ve always tried to live up to my father’s image, what if I disappoint him?, Bashar thought to himself. When his older brother died, he was just a student in medical school so he could become a doctor. That was his life’s passion, not dealing with the weight of an entire country on his shoulders. Plus, much of the reasons why he was chosen to be next in line was because he was second born, and his younger brother Maher was too hot-headed. Yet sometimes one must take change, no matter how hard it may be. Screw the conference, Bashar thought. Bashar then closed his eyes and finally fell asleep, lost in a world of dreams until the next day came with new challenges.