Rebecca Ch 9

Au Note: So, I realized I didn't proof read the last chapter before I posted it, oops. Sorry about that. Guards is not spell gaurds and the or in the last sentence was supposed to be ours.

Btw, Catching Fire…what is life? You know? Omg, just, freakin awesome. And I have M&Ms left over, I'm a freakin happy fan girl I mean. *shrugs* there's nothing better than Finnick without a shirt on, just saying. I mean, you could just line em all up, Finnick, Peeta, and Gale and tell them to take their shirts off, I would be okay with that.

I'm going to stop ranting now.

No I'm not because I have to do an honorable mention. MusicManiac, props to you my dead for being ahead of the game. I do have something like what you have suggested in your reviews, they are in there just tweaked a little. I was going to write them anyway, but props to you for thinking em up. I appreciate it. You's a smart one.

Another one is to lilythemermaid, welcome to the Land of Awesome, what took you so long? JK. Btw, I can tell by your review that you read a ton, which means you're really smart, which means I like you and hope you stick around. Coprende? I don't know how to spell comprehend in Spanish. Forget it.

Without further ado, Rebecca Ch 9, my dearies.

When news of the Italians came the day after the attack, America was astonished, then excited, then worried. She was in charge of coming up with a welcome party for them, while Kriss had the food, Elise customs and topics of conversation for their stay, and Celeste had to figure out where they would be staying while on their stay in Illea. America had, by far, the biggest most daunting task, which she said was the king's way of saying, "Screw you for the phil. project."

Sam and I tried to help her as much as we could, but in the end we failed miserably. We ended up running errands to get what America and Silvia said. The two of them were desperately trying to get everything together, while being mindful of the Italian's customs, since Elise wasn't doing a very good job on her assignment.

"Sometimes I just wish we could call them up and ask them what they wanted. It's the whole royal family, last time it was just the woman. We have no way of knowing what they would want?"

America's head snapped up from her work, "What if we could call them to see what they wanted?"

Silvia laughed, "That's preposterous, even if we had their number, we would be held on hold forever."

America reached down the front of her desk, which surprised everyone in the room except me, and pulled out a slip of paper, "This is Princess Nicoletta's personal number. She said if I had any questions or just needed to talk I could call her…You have to promise not to tell Maxon or any of the royal family, promise?"

Silvia didn't seem to hear her, but was already putting the number into her cell phone.

Princess Nicoletta picked up right away, "Hello? Who is this?"

America took the phone from Silvia and put it on speaker, "Princess NIcoletta, this is America. America Singer."
The name itself seemed to perk the princess up, "Oh, America, darling! How are you? We're coming over there in a couple days? We're all so excited to see you again! You've made such a big difference in your country already, we can't wait to see what you'll do with it once you become princess!"

America smiled, obviously overwhelmed by the princess' compliments, "Thank you, Nicoletta. Um, I was put in charge of making the welcome party for your return and…we have no idea what you all would want to have for it. So, we thought we would just go the best source we knew."

"Well, oh the other girls are here now, can I put you on speaker?"

"Sure," America said, then looked up at me, "I mean, no pressure now right?" she asked sarcastically. I smiled at her as I heard the Italians wrustling around on what sounded like a bed. "Hey, America!" "How you doin' girl?"

"Hi girls. We wanted to know what you wanted for your welcome party. Any suggestions?"

"Wine." Three voices chimed.

America laughed, "It's on the list. The best wine Illea has to offer and all sorts of other liquor."

"Music! To dance with the boys." A voice rang out and affirmatives followed.

"We want you to play the violin again," Nicoletta said, "And sing."

"At the same time or no?" America said with a smile on her face.

"Not at the same time. I don't think that would sound very good. What about decorations girls?" "Red!" a voice rang out, "Yeah!" another one said, "After all, love is in the air there."

Nicoletta's voice rang out over the laughter of the others, "Our father and mother like, I know it's going to be a shock, just really simple parties that are a lot of fun. Don't stress out about it. And leave out the table decorations and bouquets, our parents hate having to talk around those. Lots of music, which we suspect you're really good at."

Silvia looked astonished as she wrote this all down. She looked like she was on information overload.

"Really low-key, loud, and full of liquor. I like the sound of it already." America said, "One more thing girls. While you're here, I know it's hard, but can you pretend you like me and try and convince your father he likes me too?"

"Oh honey, we've already got out father wrapped around your finger for you." "He's not going anywhere." "I think he might divorce Mom to marry you if Maxon doesn't."

"Thanks girls. You've been a huge help. I can never repay you all."

"Win. That will be payment enough."