Hey guys,

Thank you all for being so supportive of this fic. So I wrote this little one-shot, I thought it'd be a little interesting. I hope you like it.

Maxon was excited. He had no more world today and he intended to spend the rest of the day with his darling wife.

As he walked toward the Queen's room he saw two nervous maids standing outside the door. They swept into bows with a 'Your Majesty.'

" What's wrong," he asked. They glanced at each other nervously.

" It's that time of the month," Mary mumbled. " And America may have had too many strawberry tarts."

He looked at them confused. How bad could it be? She was probably just tired, or on a sugar rush. How bad could it be? He pushed open the door.

" America, honey," he walked into the room. He was slightly worried, it was so dark. Then he saw her standing there, in a light blue gown, on the balcony. He smiled like a child and tiptoed across the room towards her. Once he reached the balcony he wrapped his arms around her waist, smiling into her red hair.

" Hellooo, my…." he began when she whirled and pushed him off him. He stumbled back confused, she glared at him with angry eyes. He felt like her glare would melt him.

" What's wrong, honey," he asked. His expression priceless. It was as if his father was teaching him military strategies all over. No, this was even more confusing. Her face was turned red, but she didn't say anything. The silence before a storm. He was about to get it.

" What's wrong? What's wrong? You're never around anymore. You're always with those stupid counselors discussing who knows what, and I can't even go yet. And I have to stay in this stupid cage without you all day. While your outside, skipping around, going all King Maxon on people!"

" I don't go…" he started, but she cut him off again.

" And when I'm with Marlee and Lucy, they're always talking about their husbands. And how good they are in bed, and I can't say anything. We've been married for a month, Maxon. We don't we just do it already!"

He was staring at her now as if observing a whole new species. When Mary warned him he didn't think it was going to be this bad. " I wasn't aware…"

"You weren't aware. After people get married, they have sex, Maxon. And Marlee's already pregnant!" Did she want a baby? Why had she never told him? And before he could respond, she fell onto her knees and started sobbing. Great, large, body racking sobs.

He moved forward to hug her when she snapped, " Don't touch me." He moved back quickly. She looked up at him, her blue eyes watery, her cheeks stained with tears. Her sobs softened and the flames of anger danced behind her eyes again.

" WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE? WHEN I WOMAN IS UPSET SHE WANTS TO BE COMFORTED, NO MATTER WHAT SHE SAYS!"

" I...I…" Maxon stumbled, hopelessly confused. She started sobbing again.

" Why is my husband such a strawberry," she wailed. A strawberry? Was that a bad thing? He sobs grew louder.

" I want more strawberry tarts," she cried. God, what was he supposed to do?

Aspen POV:

General Aspen Leger, was a proud man. He had just been promoted and with him and his team, the palace was safer than ever. He had to commend himself, he had done a good job.

He was doing his rounds again when he strode into the hall where the Royal family was. It was still hard to think of America as Queen, but he knew she would be a good one. Suddenly, a loud scream cut through the air. America!

Had a rebel gotten into the palace? Had a maid or guard gone rogue and tried to kill her? He sprinted down the hall, bursting into the room, ready to attack and defend. He was met with a hilarious sight.

The King and Queen were standing on the balcony, but instead of being in their usual lovey dovey selves. Maxon was watching his wife sobbing on the ground baffled and clueless, he was stepping back and forth as if unsure whether or not he should touch her.

He walked up, beside Maxon.

" Oh, thank goodness," Maxon sighed, " I don't know what's going on. One moment she is mad and the nest she's crying. Her maids said something about the time of the month. I don't know…" Aspen nodded in understanding. He had enough sisters to understand what happened during the time. And knowing America, she had probably eaten too many tarts.

" At your service, you Highness," Aspen bowed. He had to admit, it was a little fun seeing how flustered Maxon had become at the hands of an angry/sad woman. Aspen bent down next to America.

" America," he said softly, " We're gonna go to sleep. Okay? You want to sleep."

" I want a tart," she sniffled. Aspen smiled kindly.

" Well, after you sleep, we'll get you a bunch of tarts, okay?" She nodded as he scooped her up off the floor. Carrying her into the room, he gently placed her in the center of the bed, pulling the covers around her she turned.

" Maxon," she mumbled before she was fast asleep. He sighed and turned to the relieved King.

" What happened Aspen?" He asked cluelessly. Aspen started at Maxon with an eyebrow raised.

" Did your parents never give you the talk. I'd think you'd have a tutor for…"

" I know what sex is Aspen," Maxon snapped. America mumbled and turned and Aspen gestured to the door. The two men tiptoed out of the room quietly, afraid to wake America. Aspen closed the door slowly behind him.

" Do you know what the 'time of the month is'?" Aspen asked.

" No," Maxon said blatantly. Aspen sighed. He had never had to give this talk before. Giving his King part of the talk. This was going to be interesting.

" Sit down, Your Majesty. This might take a while. And it might be a little awkward…"

So how was it? I don't know if its true but it was fun to write. Don't forget to REVIEW if you want more. And if you want me to write a one-shot, review. I love all you guys! Thanks again for all the support and kindness. You guys are the best fellow writers/reader anyone could ask for. Have a nice day/night!

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