A/N: Well…it's been over two years since I last posted. I miss writing so, lets give it another whirl. Sorry for the two year cliff hanger. Enjoy chapter 15, ladies and gents!

America:

I opened my eyes. Golden light cracked through the flowered curtains above my window. Light began to flow throughout my room. Last night was the first night in weeks that I was able to sleep. The rebel attacks had taken a major toll on Maxon and I. Maxon hasn't slept for weeks either. The baby would be due soon, and we were truly trying our hardest to make our country a safer place for our child, as well as the people of Ilea.

Mary rushed in quickly, carrying trays of food. The scent of french toast and bacon flooded my senses. Mary had the world's biggest smile on her face. I was glad she was happy. It was a sign that things were much more normal at the palace. It appeared that people were recuperating from the rebel attack. Michael Ilea had been stopped, but the rest of the rebels weren't, which is constantly keeping us all on edge.

"Queen America, your breakfast is served. King Maxon apologizes for leaving you alone this morning, he had business to attend to," says Mary with a much smaller smile than before. She looked almost bothered by the fact Maxon wasn't with me. I had missed him these past few days, but he was doing what was right by our country.

"Thank you very much Mary," I said with a smile, "how are you doing?"

"Oh, very well your highness. You must not ask about me right now, however. You have a very busy day. You and King Maxon are meeting with the Peace Council, after all!" said Mary.

I nodded, "Yes, of course." I got up, and began to get ready. Maxon and I had been incredibly busy. He had very little time to mourn the loss of his parents. It even took me a while to remember that I had killed Aspen. So much had happened over these past few months. It was beginning to become hard to keep track of who we lost.

Mary helped me into a deep, navy gown. It was completely matte, there was not a spec of shimmer anywhere. She held me up as I slipped into tan pumps. I hated wearing gowns and heels this far into my pregnancy. I wish I was able to wear sweats into Peace Council meetings.

I walked down the hallway, my heels clicking with each step. Each click made me even more paranoid. It seemed like someone was always watching us. The Peace Council themselves called the meeting today. They apparently had some new, very pressing information. I was worried as to what it was, but I knew it needed to be gone over. I slowly approached the door. I twisted the crystal knob hesitantly, not wanting to go inside. A slight murmur of conversation could be heard from outside the room. I pushed the door open.

All conversation stopped as I entered the room.

"Queen America…we were not expecting you this early," said a young Peace Council member.

"Well, I am here. What is on the agenda today?" I asked, trying to sound as happy as possible.

My eyes immediately went to Maxon's. He looked terrible. Something must have happened.

"You need to see something, now," said one of the other members of the Council.

I slowly walked towards the Peace Council general, Gerard Mills. He held a remote in his hand. He had a grave look on his face. Maxon sat next to him. Maxon was even worse. He was terribly pail. The look on his face was reminiscent of how he looked when he found out his mother had died. Fear filled his eyes. He turned to me, and took a deep breath.

"Play the video," Maxon says hesitantly.

What could possibly be in that video that terrified the entire room? It had to have been absolutely disgusting and savage. No matter what it was, I knew I wasn't prepared for what they were about to show me.

Mills points the remote at the screen mounted on the wall on to the left side of the room. He quickly presses a button, and looks towards me.

A familiar pair of green eyes appeared on the screen. His brown hair was messy. It couldn't possibly be him. He was dead. I had killed him myself.

"We, the rebels of Ilea, the true Ileans, hereby declare a civil war on our own country," he took a long pause, "Miss me, America?"

Aspen's eyes looked maliciously into the camera.

"You won't anymore, because I'm coming for you, you're country, you're precious husband, and daughter. Get ready."

"Turn it off, turn it off, TURN IT OFF" I scream at Mills. The entire Peace Council looks at me with worry. How was Aspen still alive? Why was he the knew figurehead of this revolution? This could not be happening. Not now, and not ever. He threatened my family, and my country.

"How do we stop this," I ask strongly.

"We have a few ideas," says Mills.

A/N: I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT! I loved writing it! I' super excited to be writing again! Don't be afraid to comment suggestions! I am totally open to any at all! So the question for the chapter is…Who's your favorite band/singer? OKAY COOL!

~C.F Ryan2