A/N: This picture shows America and Davis.
The voice led me into a room that led off the great room. It was a small library, with a few books and chairs.

When we got in I finally saw Davis, the French prince, he closed the door behind us, and sighed.

"What's wrong" I asked walking to sit down on one of the chairs, as did he.

"All of this" he said " why do you have to a selection?"

Before I could even say I didn't even want a selection Davis starts speaking again.

"It was supposed to be me and you, America"

I don't know what to say "Dav-" I start but he cuts me off. "Don't you want you want to be with me, don't you love me? America answer!" He said as he stood up and walked over to me towering over me now.

"Davis I don't know what to say what didn't you say something before." I said.

"So you do love me," he said "cancel the selection America."

"Davis I can't just cancel the selection, trust me I tried. But I- I- I don't love you Davis." I said

"Yes you do," he said "At least, at least put me in the selection." He said.

I stood up to meet his eyes. "Davis, I' sorry I can't do that." I said.

"America," he said.

Then out of nowhere Davis leaned in. A million things were going through my head would this really be my first kiss? Did I really want to kiss Davis? The answer was no, definitely no.

Davis was getting closer and closer and in the split second before his lips touched mine I ran away as soon as I reached the door handle I stopped.

"I'm sorry Davis, I just can't do this." And with that I ran down the hall.

"You'll regret this America Singer, you will regret this!" He shouted down after me

That was the last time I ever heard Davis's voice, the time I ever saw him.

I ran down the hall tears were stinging my eyes, and I tried to blink them away but they just fell down my cheeks.

How could so many things go wrong in less than a week.

First I find out I will have to get a husband through a selection right now, and now Davis decides that he wants me to marry him. Today I lost one of my closest and only friends. Could today get any worse?

And of course it could.

I continued running down the hallway, until of course I had to run into one of the guards.

I fell down, my ankle was throbbing.

The guard stood right back up to help me.

As he reached out his hand I read his name tag, Woodwork, "sorry" I muttered.

"Oh no it was my fault I apologize princess America" he said while bowing to me.

And with that I ran up the three flights of stairs and down the hall way and into my room, where my 4 maids waited for me.