America sat on his couch that morning, looking at the TV screen in disbelief. His relations were never the best with the Middle Eastern countries, but now they had gone too far. He turned off the TV and stood up, heading out the door and to the White House to talk with his boss.
When he arrived, he went to the safe room, where his boss was most likely hiding. He could hear the president's voice as he approached the door, so he walked in.
"There you are! We were worried!" said President George W. Bush.
"Don't worry, dude! The hero can't be killed!" exclaimed America. "So, dude, what's going on?"
"I'm not really sure right now, but we're trying to figure something out, so we'll let you know first."
"Kay, thanks dude. I'm gonna go over to NY to see what's going on, but I'll be sure I stay away from the towers."
"Okay, just be careful."
"Like I said before, dude, the hero can't be killed."
America then walked out of the room and the White House and took a taxi to NY. When he arrived, there were still people milling around in the white-dusted streets. Police, ambulances, and firefighters were walking from person to person, making sure they were okay. America walked up to some firefighters and asked, "Hey, dudes, is it okay if I go closer to the building?"
"Sure, just don't get too close, okay?" said one.
"Kay, dude, I won't."
America carefully picked his way through the streets and up as close as he could to the ruined wreckage of the twin towers.
"I can't believe this happened," he whispered. "So many people…"
Someone walked up next to him, and he looked over. It was New York. She was crying and had some cuts and bruises on her arms. America reached over and gave her a hug.
"It's gonna be okay, NY. I'm here."
New York just leaned on America's shoulder and cried some more. America patted her on the back and they stood there together for hours, watching crews look for people. Eventually, they helped too, digging through the rubble and looking for people. When the sun was starting to rise, America took NY to a local McDonalds and they had breakfast before going to America's house to sleep.
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As America sat at the meeting thinking of 9/11, England nudged him, noticing America's sad look.
"It'll be okay, America. I'm here."
America smiled a little at his former caretaker's words and made an effort to be his cheerful self. When the meeting was done, America went to Ground Zero and stood next to NY, who was already there. They stared at the new building rising from the ground, both remembering what it was like before, and after, the attacks. New York's scars from that day had been fading a little since the construction of the new World Trade Center, but they would always be there.
A/N: I wanted to do something for today, so I hope it's not too sad. Anyways, remember those who lost their lives and review.