I literally am so sorry for being this late. This was mean of me to hold off, but I hope you all like it. I've actually been extremely busy from tutoring kids, to babysitting, and having my young cousins here, and my grandparents, and a big event this weekend. Plus, I don't want to write chapter's for you that I'm not confident about. I want to know that I put all my effort into each section because you guys don't deserve a lack of my work. I also wanted to mention that this story will probably be ending soon. No, I'm not going to be writing a fanfiction following after this one. I have put a lot of thought into it, but I've realized that I've spent an abundant amount of time writing these stories and I love it, but it has caused me personal issues that I can't share. I think I need to take a step back. That doesn't mean I won't ever write another story or one shot, just means I need a break. Anyways, I hope you like this chapter and thank you all so much for all the reviews and support!

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Chapter 37: (back in America's POV)

The scene in front of me was not what I was expecting. The island with supposedly transportation, looked like every other island you'd see.

"Where exactly are the ships?" I ask.

Denver smirked before replying, "You have to wait to see."

I had probably waited another 10 minutes before asking again, "Where are the ships?"

"Slow down there, Mer. Look we have hidden docks on the island. Most are covered by trees and not very visible to the naked eye. Our ships are made with super advanced materials that help make it not stand out as much. We can mix glass and steel so the color of the sea and sun can just blend in. That way you can't see our ships from far away. Our routes also our very specific so we don't cross backs with the countries. We are working on our plane system, but we'd need airports which is a lot more complicated than islands believe it or not. We travel with 4 medium sized ships and 10 small ones."

"So basically you have a secret transportation system in which your furtive group manages to travel around. You are basically a clandestine organization that seems to work behind your fellow neighbors backs." Maxon said pressing his brows together as if there was more than what he was saying.

"Huh?" Denver and I both said.

"You're like a secret agency that knows about everybody else, yet manages to work against them or around them." He rephrased.

"Yeah, sure, America, tell your buddy that this environment isn't like a president election."

"What's that?" I ask.

"You must of skipped reading the couple of hundreds of years before the super computer, Mere. Before Kings, were presidents. They were chosen by votes given by the people." Maxon said.

"So no monarchy?" I ask.

"Pretty much. I for one, think that it was a good system, but if we try and install it now, people will think that it is like a King's position. By that I mean it holds one power instead of many. By being president, you were like a voice more than the entire package. The government had three branches and you were simply a big part of one of them. Being King compared to that seems like a grander title, but others don't know that. They'll confuse the names and think that both mean the same thing, but one is chosen by people." Maxon replied.

"Wait, so we could choose our leader?"

He nodded before continuing, "The way we have incorporated all the provinces and their needs is a brilliant idea. The problem with having our country be a full on democracy-"

"Democracy?" I asked cutting his sentence short.

"A government of the people, by the people, and for the people. Simplified by saying, the people decided decisions and simply elected people in the government to be able to communicate for millions."

"Oh, continue." I said.

"The problem with being a democracy right now, is our circumstances. You see, when America was what I'd call a late land. A lot of places were already settled especially with Kings and Queens. With America, they started fresh by giving people an open mind on what to expect. Right now, many don't even know what a democracy is and although it's a great idea, we simply can't put it to action."

"That's complicated," I muttered.

"Wouldn't you lose your power," Denver asked Maxon.

"Denver," I warned.

"No it's alright I'll answer." Maxon said calmly.

"I'm not like many other people in my family. I don't care about wealth and power. I care purely for the country. I would gladly give up being King, or Prince, or something if it meant something better for our country. Anyways, a democracy right now might be good, might be bad, we don't know. What I do know is that it will be a very long process." He said.

Denver shrugged and looked away.

We started turning towards the island instead of going around it.

"We follow down here for half a mile and that's where one of our docks is." Denver said.

"Wow, this ship's pretty nice," I say.

I wasn't lying. The interior was comfortable yet extremely simple and sophisticated. Nothing like in Illéa. All the furniture was made out of a surprisingly nice looking metal, rubber, or glass. The cushions on them were quite comfy as well.

"You'd be surprised at the factory's we've created to build these items. We get most of our metals from various lands. We blend in with the society, but manage to go from other countries' docks to our own. Let me take you to your room. We don't have many considering most of us have jobs on the ship."

We walked up the staircase and walked to the nearest room on the right.

"I doubt it will match your royalty standards, but hopefully it will do," Denver said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Hunte- Denver," I corrected before continuing. "We don't care, we're not bad people okay?"

"Maybe, but you are spoiled and haven't done anything good for the country."

"Just stop, okay? I'm sick and tired of your crap. I know this isn't how you really are. Your change is annoying and nobody wants to deal with it. Can't you just realize that what has happened, happened and that it's for the better."

"I'm not the one that's changed Mer."

He opened the door and gave us a card.

"This will allow you to get it."

The room might've been small, but it was still beautiful. The silver bedding was shiny and the pillows looked perfect.

Without another word Denver left.

"I know what you're thinking America." Maxon said closing the door.

"Am I that bad at hiding my feelings?"

"Yeah, sure, we'll go with that." He replied.

"We'll talk to him later, just relax a little will you?" Maxon asked.

I gently put my hand on his chest. "Fine, but we have to talk to him."

He nodded before enveloping me in a hug.

"Maxon?" I said waking up on a bed.

I rubbed my eyes and sat up so I could see where I was. The interior around me was of course the ship.

Right next to me was a snoring Maxon who was sleeping peacefully. I laughed before going to his bag with a bunch of work he had to do. If I knew my husband well, there would be a camera in there as well.

As I predicted, there was. I gently picked it up and went back to his side and snapped many pictures. Oh this would be fun to use against him.

When I looked over at the clock I realized we were 15 minutes past the time for lunch.

Hmmm, how should I wake Maxon up?

I ended up with a bucket of cold water and just as I was about to pour it on his face, Maxon decided to turn around.

I narrowed my eyes at his sleeping body, but decided I might as well make him cold anyway.

That led to a King that shot up looked as if he was about to murder somebody.

"What the hell was that for?!" Maxon screamed.

"Oh Mr. Honey Hair, I just wanted to have some fun. We are still young babe," I said trying to get out of the trouble I was in.

"Mr. Honey hair?" Maxon asked giving me a slanted brow.

"Yeh, it... um…. The… a new nickname," I concluded.

"Okay, so an awful new nickname, cold water dumped on my face, and a soaked bed. I'd say your in trouble," Maxon said.

" No no no," I said trying to get out of the covers, but Maxon was quick. He took my body into his arms then of course I got soaked by the cold water around him and on him.

"I hate you," I muttered even though we both knew that was false.

"I love you mere bear." He said placing a smile on my lips.

We got dressed in dry clothes before stepping out.

As we were walking to the food room, we bumped into Dallas.

"You two missed lunch," He stated.

"We're aware. Is there any chance we could have something to eat," Maxon asked.

"Nope."

He started to walked away, but I ran towards him and stopped him.

"This time, we all have to talk," I said.

Alrighters, yes I'm aware that isn't a word, but still did y'all like that chapter? Umm, so I feel like writing a, "talk," between Maxon, America, and our good old friend Denver might be repetitive and boring. What do you guys think? Do you want me to skip ahead and let them meet, "certain people," or write the scene? It's completely up to you wonderful readers! Until next time my friends :)