Ok, so this chapter is going to go between POVs so just be aware! This is just a short one but I will have the next chapter up in the next few nights, sorry! Thanks for all the great reviews by the way!

DAY ONE

MAXON'S POV

They want me to choose. I know that they want me to choose America and quite a big part of me wants to but I can't let my country be run by the rebels. I'm fairly sure that she understands and would want me to choose Illèa because then at least I can look after her family. But what is my life without America, I mean who would I be living for if I didn't have her. I love her, she's the one who helped me through everything with my parents, she's the one I want helping me run the country.

I had been locked in a cell and told to think about my decision. It was dark, dirty and damp. Honestly, I needed time to decide but this didn't help because I knew that choosing America would mean destroying my country but I couldn't bare to think of her in conditions like these. If all had gone to plan we would be married by this time next week, it wasn't like I could just leave her and think nothing of it. I needed to talk to her, it was as simple as that.

AMERICA'S POV

I was still staring at the door when I thought I heard movement. I stood and prepared to fight, making fists and standing on my toes, ready to spring into action if needs be. The lock clicked, my heart was racing, the door squeaked open and jumped onto the person who had come through. I put one arm around their neck in an attempt to strangle them or at least show that I could if they refused to answer me.

"Who are you?" I demanded. They made an attempt to speak but I couldn't understand so I released my arms a little.

"Maxon." He whispered, still a bit hoarse. I jumped off him and wrapped my arms around him in a hug.

"Sorry, it's dark in here." I whispered, he just laughed at that and held me tightly.

"I love you America."

"I know. I love you too, I'll miss you so much." He pulled away and I heard his footsteps walking towards the far side of the room.

"I'm sorry, America. I'm so so sorry. But I don't know what else I could do…"

"I know. I understand, I really do Maxon. As much as I want you to say that you're going to stay here with me for the rest of our days, I wouldn't want you to. Just. Just make sure that you eliminate the castes, find a nice wife who will make you happy…"

"America!" He interrupted. "America, I love you. I want you. I want no one but you. I will have you, we will be together again. It's just going to be a lot easier to get you out if I am not stuck here too." He pulled me in and kissed my hair. "I'll get you out of here if it kills me." He whispered before wrapping me in a deep kiss.

"And then we'll get married?" I asked and we both laughed slightly, though I could tell we were both crying. There was a bang at the door.

"I love you." We both said together before the door opened and Maxon disappeared before I could even say goodbye. I sat back in my spot, pulled my knees up to my chest and cried.

MAXON'S POV

It honestly broke my heart to leave America alone in that room, the only thing that let me was me saying that I would be back. And I would. I would free my love, but I also needed to think of my country and put that before either of us. Already we'd lost one King and Queen, Illèa couldn't afford to lose another ruler, and that needed to be me, for now.

When I left America's cell I was greeted by two rebels who 'escorted' (or manhandled) me through to the room we had been in before.

"Don't worry, we'll take good care of her." The man, who I assumed was the boss, grinned at me. I felt something hit me in the head and then nothingness.