America sat there crying. He was in New York, where the twin towers fell. In New York, where thousands of people died. Ten years from today was the most disastrous thing that has happened to America in all of his history. That date, 9/11, will forever be etched in his, and all of his people's minds.
He just sat there, crying. Crying for all the people that were killed. Crying for the family's that lost someone during the chaos of it all. But most of all, crying for the hope that those family's that lost someone were able to move on from the death.
America hoped that his people were happy, and safe. These were his people, and they deserved to be happy even on this day that will forever mark a terrible event in American history.
I felt the need to write this. I originally planned on writing a Gravitation fanfic, but it turned into an America one. I don't know much about 9/11, or at least I don't think I know much, but I was only about 4 at the time. All I can say is, it definitely is a sad event. And for those people out there that lost someone during 9/11, I'm sorry for your loss. I hope that you're happy, and safe, though, just like America says in this fanfic.