Rebecca ch 10

Au Note: My proof reading is sad. Sorry if there were some missing words and such. MusicManiac sorry, you are not my dead, you are my dear. One letter lakes a big difference. Also, the unclaimed dialogue that gives America the idea to call the Italians, yep, that was Silvia. Sorry.

Btw, RiderWriter, I know Effie's character just, freakin awesome. She finally gets that this means that they have to die and she sees it from their loved ones POV, because she is one of their loved ones. I cried. And the Peeta's medallion, can we just take a minute to realize how sweet that was? Not only is he giving her permission to be with Gale, even though a woman never needs permission for who she should love that was just the best way to put it, he gives her his life. He's freakin willing to give up his life for her.

Also, y'all, it's snowing here in Kentucky! Yeah, I live in Kentucky. "Hey y'all I'm a hick and a redneck. We don't drive cars! We have horses! Yeeeeehhhhhhaaaaa!"

I'm don't making fun of myself.

Without further ado, Rebecca Ch 10 (Just a sad reminder we are 2/3rds done with the story.)

I wasn't allowed to be at the party, neither was Sam because he was still recovering, so I wheeled him down to our hideout in a wheelchair. We had to come back every here hours to get his vitals checked, but neither of us cared. We were together, doing the job we came here to do, while eating some of the leftover desserts America said they wouldn't need (she winked when she said it). We were happy.

When the Italians came Maxon and America weren't there. Conversations, if they happened, were awkward and forced. The topic of discussion cards Elise had made were crap and didn't help at all.

Finally, the doors to the ballroom opened and America came out on Maxon's arm. That was when the Italians exploded, the three princesses crowded around America and the king and queen, although they had never met either of them, hugged America, placing a kiss on each of her cheeks and shook Maxon's hand like they were old friends.

The scowl that was on the king's face was forced into a smile and the queen genuinely smiled at the friendship blooming between her son and, hopefully, their allies.

America offered the Italian king if he wanted some wine and he nodded. All of them went into the ballroom and a small quartet started playing a happy song. The other Selected, advisers of the king, and all the people the Italians had brought with them. Guards were already in the room mingling and eagerly welcomed the Italians into their conversations. America went from table to table easily slipping into a conversation of any topic. She went from shocking politicians (who probably just thought she was arm candy) with her wit and knowledge to gossiping with the girls to talking about the weather to her family to places in Italy she wanted to go if she ever got the chance. She was amazing.

That was when we realized the kings were missing from the party. We found them right outside a door that wasn't used very often. King Clarkson, who, let me remind you, abused his own son, was saying, "Are you telling me I don't know what's best for my country?"

"No, I am saying you know perfectly well what is best for your country but you continuously ignore it for your own benefit. Not to mention the whip lashes on your son's back. I'm saying the sooner Prince Maxon becomes king with Lady America by his side, the better your country will be. You will gain a new ally in Italy if she wins. Which, by my understanding, is what Prince Maxon wants anyway."

King Clarkson seethed, "That girl will ruin what has taken over a hundred years to create. All of Gregory Illea's hard work at making a society that works will be terminated."

"We both know Gregory Ilea's motives were not pure. We know he bought his way to the throne and destroyed anyone who opposed him. Made them Eights, perfectly good people. Your society will die, the sooner you realize that, the-"

"Gentlemen," Queen Amberly said from the door, "There's a party going on. What are you doing out here?"

Princess Nicoletta appeared behind her, "Daddy, America's going to sing for us. Won't you come in here and listen to it? I've heard her voice is just as lovely as her company."

The king of Italy smiled at his daughter, "Of course my dear. Anything America does will be amazing."

The message was more to King Clarkson than to his daughter, but it seemed to satisfy bothe the queen and the princess, both turning to watch the show and walking away.

The king of Italy leaned forwarding, towering over King Clarkson by six inches, "I hope that girl ruins you, she is the only one with the guts, the foresight, and the moral compass to see that your society will break. She will save both Prince Maxon and your country.

Then, he turned and went inside, yelling that he heard someone was about to sing. A round of cheers went up as King Clarkson tentatively entered the ballroom. When everyone settled down America started singing an old Five song that everyone knew the words to. They started softly singing with her, but you could still hear her melodic voice piere through them.

Prince Maxon looked surprised and delighted at her voice, smiling brightly at the song.

I looked at Sam to see him slightly bent over in pain, "Sam, are you alright?" I said leaning close to him, closer than I even expected to.

He opened up his eyes, looked straight at me, and sighed, "I am now."

Then, his lips were on mine.

Au note: The Coleman's are here! I shall see you later my dears, I have to go eat with some of my favorite people.