Hello, my dear (a Maxerica fanfiction)

The Morning After

"Good morning, my dear." Maxon said sleepily.

"I am still not your dear." I told Maxon. He giggled. Waking up next to Maxon was the best feeling in the world. He was finally mine. All mine.

"Are you ready to go on our honeymoon?" He asked, awaking me from my daze.

"Yes! Are you ever going to tell me where we're going my Royal Husbandess?" I said with a smile.

"Nope." He said, popping the "p".

"Ugh." I said, pulling the covers up over my head. After that, we got up and got dressed. Mary, Anne (she's alive also) and Lucy all came in three seconds after I rang for them. It's like they sit out there and wait for me.

"Did you have fun like night, Your Highness?" Lucy asked me with a giggle in her voice.

"Yes I did." I said. "And please, call me America. You've definitely earned the right too." They all seemed very happy when I said that to them. They were all so sweet. After my bath, Mary curled my hair and put it into an up-do. It was really pretty. I was impressed. Then, she did my make-up. Ever so elegantly, that's my maids. Making me look perfect.

"Dress or pants, America?" Anne asked me.

"Is that even a question? Pants!" I said. All of them doubled over in laughter. They picked out black pants, a sparkly tank shirt, a white blazer, and sliver heals. I ran to the bathroom and got dressed. When I got out, my maids were gone. I was alone. All of a sudden the door opened slowly and Maxon peaked his head through the door.

"Are you ready, my dear?" He said.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I am not your dear?" I asked him, playfully aggravated.

"As many times as I call you dear." He said, obviously enjoying this.

"How many more times are you going to call me dear?" I asked.

"I don't know. How many more times as I feel like it." He said. He started walking towards me and next thing I know his soft, warm, lips are against mine. I put my hands around this neck and he put his on my waist. This felt right, like home.

"Your Majesties, your plane is waiting for you." Sylvia said at our door.

"We'll be right out." Maxon said, looking into my eyes. We stayed like that for about a minute or two. Maybe longer, I don't know or care. I loved Maxon. With all my heart. I wanted to stay like that forever until he broke the silence.

"Let's go." He said. We walked out of our room and went outside to the plane. Hundreds of people were lined up taking pictures of us. Maxon and I spent about 30 minutes signing autographs, taking pictures, and talking with our people. It felt nice knowing these people were happy to see us. I mean, we are their King and Queen, they should feel safe around us. We then were ushered to the plane so we could leave.

"Oh God I hate taking off." Maxon said to me. The plane was about to take off and I was super excited. It was my first plane ride.

"Why? Aren't you used to it by now?" I asked him confused. He looked at me and then quickly looked away.

"I've always been afraid of taking off. My dad always told me to put on a brave face and be a prince, so I never looked scared." He said. He looked defeated, like he thought he had failed me or something.

"Maxon, we all have our fears. It's okay. Being afraid of take off is nothing to be ashamed of. Honestly, I'm glad you're afraid." I said. He looked at me like I had two heads.

"Why would you be glad?" Maxon asked me, really confused.

"Because it reminds me that you're actually human and not some kind of robot." I said back. He laughed the whole way through take off. He didn't even realize we were in the air until he looked out the window.

"I need to travel with you more often. That wasn't that bad." He said staring out the window, and then at me.

"I'm glad I could be of service to you, my Royal Husbandness." I said with a little curtsy. He picked me up and spun me around. Then, we started kissing. Each kiss got deeper, more passionate. We kissed for awhile an when we stopped for a breath, Maxon looked outside.

"We're here, America." He said to me. I practically ran to the window so I could see where we were. I saw beautiful fields, a castle, and other things that left me speechless.

"Maxon, where are we?" I asked him in awe.

"Italy, my dear." He said staring at me instead of the view of Italy.

"Oh my God, it's beautiful!" I exclaimed.

"Your Majesties, will you please sit down and buckle your seat belts. We will be landing shortly." The flight attendant told us. We sat and buckled our seat belts. I was still in awe.

"That's not all, my dear. I have more surprises for you." He said. How can he have anymore surprises? This was surprise enough.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, we will spend about a week here in Italy in a private beach house. Then, we will go to another surprise destination for a week and a half. All in all, our honeymoon will last about two and a half weeks." He said, smiling from ear to ear.

"That's amazing!" I was speechless. He was amazing. Two and a half weeks alone with my husband. I was so happy and excited. I was holding Maxon's hand while we landed. Apparently he was afraid of landing too.

Ahhhhhhhh. Chapter 2. Hope you guys like it! The chapters will probably get longer and more detailed as the story goes on. I'm sorry for the short chapters. Like, rate, Comment! :)

~Kirsten