America POV:

I am floating in the water. I can't see, or taste, or smell. But I hear something. Am I still alive? Is Maxon safe? When I opened my eyes, I am not at the palace. I am somewhere else. A home. One that resembled mine in Carolina. And then I know.

It was my dream home. I walked towards it, opening the door slowly. There wasn't much furniture, it was clearly the home of a five.

A row of photos lined the mantle above the fireplace. I walked towards them. Most were of me. Me at my wedding. Baby shower. The next was of three children. Two had bright red hair, while the other had brown hair. And the last one was Maxon and me with our three beautiful children.

I had a family. Maxon was safe.

I heard the door open, and I turned. "Honey," a familiar voice called. She turned. There stood Maxon, smiling, wearing the clothes of a five. He turned to her, a opened his arms wide.

" Hello, my dear," he called rushed over and engulfed her. He smelt of leather and wood, like her father. "I'm not your dear," I mumble into his coat. I felt him laugh. It was so warm and carefree. Were the Fives? He pulled away and smiled at her.

" I'm sorry I missed your performance. How was it?"

"Good, how were your photo shoot?" I found myself asking. He nodded.

" Good, the bride refused to stand still." She nodded.

" Are you alright?" he asked, turning to her. She nodded and kissed him, slowly. Suddenly the door opened again. The three children from the photo came running into the room, yelling and yelling. Maxon laughed pulling away and wrapping an arm around her waist. Choruses of 'Mommy and Daddy' echoed down the hallway. I opened my mouth to tell him how much I loved him. Then he started to fade. No, no, no. I couldn't leave him again. " MAXON"

I was floating.

Maxon POV:

He had fallen asleep beside her. The rebel attack had ended and they had brought America to her own room in the infirmary. Kriss knew America was in the hospital, but she didn't know he was there too. Was it bad that he wished he had saved America instead of Kriss? No, America would never forgive him. He hadn't told her that he had made a huge mistake. That she deserved someone who loved her wholly and didn't settle for her.

Didn't tell her that he loved America.

His father came in dozens of times, reminding him of his duties as a prince, of his duties as his son. His duties. What about his duties to the one he loved? Not that he father would understand much about that, he thought angrily.

He knew it was childish, but he wanted to stay beside America. He couldn't think about anything but her. Her pale face. Her fiery hair. Her icy blue eyes. Her jumping in front of a bullet to save him. It was all his fault. He brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead.

" Yesterday, I found the ring I was going to give to you. I can't believe I was about to marry someone else. I love you, I love you so much America. Everyone wants you back. Your family. My mother. Me. Even the people are worried sick about you. I know you don't think you'll be a great Queen, but I know you will. Your selfless, brave, reckless, but I love those things about you. I love you. Please wake up. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." His only reply was the monitor displaying her heart beat and the humming of machines.

His father would call again soon. And he still had a country that needed him. His eyes were watering again. He brushed away rebellious tears, checking himself in the glass to make sure she looked alright. He sighed turning back to his beautiful America.

" Please come back," he whispered, then he turned and walked away from the guilt filled the room.

America POV:

The water was thinner nowadays. Some days I'd see my dream home and family. And some days would be spent in the dark waters. But now I was starting to see light cracking through the darkness. And I'd hear voices. They were muffled and distant, but there.

Today the water was so full of light I was sure I could touch the top. For the first time, I kicked my legs and started to move towards the surface.

Pain shook through my body and I gasped as my eyes snapped open. I was breathing hard. My eyes took in the room quickly. White tiles, complicated machinery, I was in the Infirmary. The palace Infirmary. Was I alive?

There was a hand on my shoulder. A warm hand. A gentle voice. " Maxon," I whispered. My chest was on fire. Why was I on fire? My vision cleared and the face seemed to zoom into focus. Maxon. Smile. " I'm sorry," he cried, gripping my hand tightly, " I love you America. I'm sorry about what I said. I can't live without even if I tried. I don't care what my father or nobles think. I want you. Only you. I love you, my dear."

I looked up at his shining eyes. He loved me. He didn't hate me. He loved me. And I loved him.

" I'm not your dear," I wheezed. A chuckle broke through his sobs and then he pressed his lips to mine. If was just as soft and wonderful as I remembered. I didn't need a dream house. I didn't need Maxon to be a five. I didn't need to sing. I just needed Maxon. He was my dream.

I was his One, and he was mine.

Hey guys,

So that's it! How'd you like it? I'll probably post some one shots and epilogues or something. Please REVIEW, what do you want me to write? I hope the ending was good. I wasn't sure how to end it. As always, luv u guys. Check out my even better story, The Last Prince.

- alunarselectedreader