I KEPT MY PROMISE! BA-BAM! Ok, sorry about that (I mean, me). Hehe.

America's POV

When I wake up, the first thing I expect to see was those awful men. I had woken up earlier (and fallen asleep again an hour later) to find myself in a... bag. It would have been funny, except for the fact that I was pretty sure someone was trying to kidnap me. But, just before my eyes opened, I caught a whiff of something- flowers. Which was strange since I'm pretty sure evil henchmen wouldn't want to stop and smell the roses. No pun intended.

I curiously opened my eyes, and immediately regretted it. Light streamed into my vision from every angle, as if I were in heaven. Was I in heaven? A drop of water landed on my nose. I wrinkled my nose up and giggled. If Maxon was here he would probably start speaking all formally and offer to kiss it off. It made me smile just thinking about it.

I wondered if he had died too. I certainly hoped not. I knew Kriss would be a good husband for him. For some reason I felt strangly at peace- until another water droplet landed on me, this time on the corner of my lip. I sat up abruptly, and saw stars. I think I had sat there for about a minute before I could actually see again. But what I saw confused me... A man was sleeping with his arms sprawled out and his belly against the... ground?

We seemed to be in a grassy area. I was still sitting, so I couldn't see past the yellowing grasses that seemed to go on for ages. We apparently were graced with the blessing of water. There was a small trickling stream that was flowing past my face. I guessed that was where the water was coming from.

I turned back towards my companion. His hair was dirty, and I wasn't able to tell what color it had been naturally. The man's face was covered in scratches, dirt, and gore. I really needed to do something about those cuts- they would get infected quickly. But who was he, and how had he gotten them?

I made a strangled noise. So many questions!

I decided that I could at least be useful by scouting around. There was a trail through the grasses but it didn't look like the man had looked around much. I slowly stood up, wobbling a little. When I was sure I could walk without falling, I took one step, then another, as my body got used to the feeling of movement. It didn't hurt, and I really had no trouble walking, so I guessed the healers in Italy, or heaven, were pretty good.

There seemed to be a few animals about this morning. I spotted a family of rabbits quickly. They would be good for food. There also were a few herbs I recognized from our meager garden at home. The garden at home was mostly wild anyway, so I guess it was fitting there was a lot of the same stuff here.

An hour later, I had collected a bundle of herbs, and managed to make a small canteen/bucket/blob out of the sturdiest of the weeds. Who knew, maybe the Selection did pay off. Because weaving was so important, right? I chuckled to myself, but stopped when I heard a rustling. And then a shout.

"America! Where are you?"

The voice was full of fear and worry, but before I went charging back, I wanted to know how this... stranger knew my name. I crouched down, trying to ignore the headache that came with the sudden movement. The voice sounded deep and hollow, as if the owner hadn't had a meal in days. Maybe he hadn't. But before I felt sorry for the guy, I really needed to know if I was in any danger.

"America! It's me, Maxon!"

I didn't know whether to snort or cry tears of joy. Was it really him?

I peered out from behind some stalks of weeds, still crouched down on the ground. I looked the man up and down quickly. He seemed to be the right height and width, and now that I thought about it, he did seem to resemble him...

I decided, why not? If he was some sort of stalker, I wouldn't stand a chance in running away anyway.

I stood up, slowly this time, and cautiously walked over. His back was to me, so he didn't notice me at first. There was an odd sound coming from his throat. It almost sounded like a sniff. Was he... was he crying?

"Maxon," I said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder. He jumped from surprise, and then turned around.

"America? America!" he said, barreling me in a hug.

"Maxon," I breathed. It felt good to say his name.

And then I realized something- I didn't hate Maxon for what he did. I didn't know how I felt towards him, since all of this was so complicated, but I definitely, positively, didn't hate him.

I know it's short, and I'm sorry. I promise I will update soon, though. This chapter is probably like really cheesy, but please bear with me? My apologies. As always, thanks for reading and be sure to leave a review if you liked it, hated it, or just want to talk to me :)

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