After the Selection

Chapter 1: The Honeymoon Plan

"Swedenway," Maxon points to a country in the north.
"No, Germany. I want to visit the princess and her family," I tell him.
"Not Germany. How about..." He pauses to think, his eyes frustrated with thoughts, "Italy?"
I groan with boredom, "We should go somewhere where we can't go while we're King and Queen."
"Swedenway," he repeats.
"Germany. When else can we visit the princess?" I repeat as well.
"Fine, America," he replies.
I grin with satisfaction but suddenly perk up again, "What about France? I haven't met the Royal family there yet."
"No!" he shouts suddenly.
"Pardon?" I ask.
"Uh, no. We'll have plenty enough time to visit. Germany it is," he says.
I'm unsure but I agree anyways, I'm getting the honeymoon of my dreams.
"Book a plane for Germany, Sarvice," Maxon orders to a servant near by.
I smirk at him and lay my head down on his before whispering, "Maxon, I love you."
"Can you believe it?" he asks me.
"Believe what?"
"It's been one full hour since our wedding. You're still beautiful in your dress and here I am in my suit, adoring you."
I smile even bigger and snuggle myself next to him. "It's okay now, but will it be okay later?" I whisper.
"Pardon?" he asks.
"Will I be a good enough queen?"
"If you're perfect to me, nothing else matters," he stated before planting a kiss on my lips.
I giggle as I spot lipstick on his face. "Maxon, you got a little--"
He cuts me off with a long kiss and we can feel our connection. I suddenly hear a cough and we both immediately separate. It's Kris. "Sorry for interrupting but I wanted to congratulate you two," she says, "Good job, America, you've quite... earned it."
"Thank you," I reply, not completely happy with her reaction, "and I'm sure marriage will come soon in your future, just not with Maxon."
I feel a slight poke on my side from Maxon's elbow as Kris's expression completely changes. "Sorry, did I hurt you?" I ask, "If so, please leave, you're kinda spoiling our honeymoon mood."
She leaves and Maxon scolds me, "America! How could you be so cold to Kris?! She's just a person."
"Yeah, a person who tried to ruin me. You don't know half of the things that happened in the Selection."
"I don't but I know enough. Now go apologize to her."
"Maxon, it's our honeymoon," I interject.
"That doesn't mean you can act like that!" He shouts.
I stand up and yell, "Why did I ever get married with you!"
"America, I know you don't mean that," he says, a look of pain spreading over his face.
I want to say that too but I don't. I start to leave.
"America," he whispers.
"AMERICA!" he shrieks, his voice cracking with sobs.
I fell in love with a boy named Maxon Schreave but today I almost lost him.