Warning: Contains OCs (see profile for detaails), Timelines and 9//11. I'm sorry for any who this would upset, but I simply wanted to protray the day through the eyes of these characters. I mean in to way to make light of or demean what happened that day. This is a story, I and I was simply the one to tell it.
Rating: T for 9//11
Disclaimer: I have never nor ever will claim that I owned Hetalia. As much as I wish that were true, it is not. Oh Well, c'est la vie.
8:00 a.m.: The sun has risen over New York City on a bright Tuesday morning. New York's alarm clock goes off and he tries to ignore it for a minute or two.
8:01 a.m.: He sleepily hits the snooze button on his clock, and falls back asleep.
8:06 a.m.: The alarm goes off again, and this time New York stumbles out of bed, and surveys his messy apartment with bleary eyes.
8:08 a.m.: He gets into the shower, turns the radio on to a channel featuring songs from Broadway musicals, and sings along in his shower, using his fist for a microphone. Thankfully, no one else is there to hear his horrible singing voice.
8:10 a.m.: To the south, Virginia wakes up to the sound of her alarm and faces the day with a stretch. She silences the clock, and draws the curtains on her bedroom window. Looking out on Richmond, she smiles.
8:13 a.m.: Back in his city, New York gets out of the shower. And gets dressed in his standard outfit; a pair of jeans, t-shirt, and his Yankee's baseball cap.
8:15 a.m.: In Philadelphia, Pennsylvania yawns and gets out of his bed, noting that Delaware has already left it.
8:16 a.m.: New York leaves his apartment and jogs towards the McDonald's around the corner, in search of a cheeseburger breakfast.
Elsewhere, Pennsylvania is getting dressed in grey sweatpants and a white shirt. To the south, Virginia is in her shower.
8:18 a.m.: Pennsylvania surprises Delaware with a hug from behind in his kitchen where she is making scrambled eggs for the two of them. The radio in the kitchen plays a love song to welcome in the new day, and the pair enjoys each other's company as Delaware hums along to the tune of the song.
8:20 a.m.: Vermont wakes up in a New York City hotel to his 8:20 wake up call, picking up the phone, and thanking those at the front desk.
8:21 a.m.: He rubs the crust out of his eyes, and gets into the bathroom, to brush his teeth, and take a shower.
8:22 a.m.: New York buys a cheeseburger from the McDonald's after waiting in what to him seemed like an impossibly long line. The Northern State then proceeds to walk back out onto the street, with a big, happy smile on his face. He feels good this morning; the sky seems clear from what little he can see of it through the skyscrapers, and he's going to see New Jersey and Vermont later today after the elections are over.
8:24 a.m.: At his hotel a borough away, Vermont is getting dressed in a black suit, and red tie. He looks, annoyed at his ash-blonde curls. Once again, he notes that the same single curl by the base of his neck refuses to lie flat. He tries to brush it down, but it predictably reappears. Vermont sighs, and then walks out the door.
8:25 a.m.: He heads down to the lobby, and grabs a quick bite from the complimentary buffet, walking out the door to head to his meeting.
Outside and a few blocks away, New York finishes his cheeseburger, and begins to jog aimlessly across his city just like he does every morning.
To the South Virginia gets out of her shower, and dries her long blonde curls with a hand dryer.
8:28 a.m.: Elsewhere, Pennsylvania and Delaware are sitting down to breakfast at his house in Philadelphia. "Thanks for breakfast Annie," says Pennsylvania, calling the other State by her human name. He continues lying through his teeth, "It was really good." Delaware smiles at him while chiding; "You Liar; they would've tasted better if you hadn't tried to 'improve' them. If you're going to mess with my cooking, at least try to learn that cinnamon does not belong with scrambled eggs."
8:30 a.m.: Back in the North, Vermont arrives from at the World Trade Center. He has a business meeting with someone in the South Tower, and just wants to get this over with. He'd rather be at home in Montpelier, but his boss told him to be there, so he's in New York's city instead.
8:32 a.m.: In her capital, Virginia dresses in a professional looking suit, and then walks into the kitchen. She pours a bowl of cereal, and starts grudgingly organizing her papers for the meeting she has later on her tax rates.
Elsewhere, New York is jogging in the morning, weaving through the crowds of people going to work in the morning. He smiles waves to a little girl walking with her mother; she smiles and waves back to him as her mother leads her across the street.
8:34 a.m.: Back in his own state,Pennsylvania loads the dishwasher while Delaware turns on the TV to CNN. The morning news is going on about the mayoral elections in New York City, but Delaware isn't really paying attention.
In Richmond, Virginia finishes her breakfast and puts the bowl in the sink, resolving to clean up later when she gets home.
8:35 a.m.: On the 63rd floor of the South Tower, Vermont is shaking hands with his contact; a large, friendly man that Vermont guesses to be in his late thirties. He introduces himself as Mr. Neil when a small blur streaks out from behind the man's desk. Mr. Neil laughs at Vermont's confusion, and tells him that he's brought his six year old daughter to work with him today. "Her mother's sick today, so I get to spend the day with my little girl." The man chuckles as he picks up his daughter; "Lucky me."
8:39 a.m.: Back in Richmond,Virginia leaves her house, briefcase in hand, and heads outside, where she gets into her sports car.
In Philadelphia, Pennsylvania sits down on his couch next to Delaware, putting his arm around the shorter state, as she rest her head on his shoulder.
8:46 a.m.: The first plane hits the North Tower between floors 93 and 99. New York collapses on the Upper Manhattan sidewalk, knocked down from the "shot." His shirt is darkening with blood as his city is rocked by the sound of the impact from what will only be first event in a long and horrible day.
In the South Tower, Vermont and his contact jump at the sound. Vermont runs to the window. Looking out and upwards, he sees a plume of white smoke rising from the North Tower, but he can't tell what caused it; he can't see that side of the South Tower's twin.
In Washington D.C., America cries out in the middle of a sentence during a meeting with his "son". West Virginia. America clutches his right arm where suddenly a red, angry wound the size, shape, and consistency of a bullet wound suddenly appears.
8:47 a.m.: Back in the South Tower, Vermont fishes his cell phone out of his pocket, and barely manages to hold onto the thing, he's so startled. Only once he gets at it, does he realize that he doesn't know who to call.
8:49 a.m.: The commercial on Pennsylvania's TV is interrupted by breaking news that "…We have unconfirmed reports this morning that a plane has crashed into one of the towers of the World Trade Center." Delaware blanches white, and Pennsylvania is stunned into inaction by the sheer impossibility of the statement for a moment before he grabs his cell phone from the kitchen counter, and attempts to call New York.
8:50 a.m.: Pennsylvania swears as New York's phone goes to the answering machine and hangs up. He attempts to call New Jersey instead, and Delaware pulls at his arm, dragging him out of his front door.
8:51 a.m.: Delaware starts her car and yells at Pennsylvania to "Hurry up and get in!" He complies, and finally reaches New Jersey. "Hello-" is all New Jersey has time to say before Pennsylvania cuts her off.
Back in her home in north Jersey, she drops the phone in shock when she hears the news.
8:52 a.m.: In Upper Manhattan,New York stands up, clutching his bleeding chest as if trying to hold the blood in. He staggers towards the Towers, thinking 'I have to help them.' He can feel his people hurting, he can hear them screaming; he needs to help them; he needs to fix the sudden imbalance in his very heart.
8:53 a.m.: A state away,New Jersey picks up the phone after a minute or so of stunned silence, only to find that Pennsylvania has already hung up. The Northern State grabs her cell phone and bolts out her house, scrambling to the car. She forgets to lock the door behind her, turn out the lights, or even put the house phone back into its wall cradle, or any of the conscientious things she normally does before leaving home in her haste to reach New York.
8:54 a.m.: To the South,Virginia is in her car on the way to her meeting when she gets the call from West Virginia. She hears the other State speaking with deliberate calm, "Shirley, Dad's been hurt," when he tells Virginia that he is now en-route to the Washington Hospital Center with their "father." Virginia's blood pounds in her ears as she veers recklessly onto the highway, speeding towards the Nation's capital, hanging up the phone with a terse acknowledgement.
8:55 a.m.: Back in the South Tower Vermont is still trying to decide what to do when an announcement is made over the PA system. "Do not be alarmed, this building is secured, please return to your offices." That inanity alone is enough to shock him into action. "Find your daughter, Mr. Neil; I have a bad feeling about this."
8:56 a.m.: Mr. Neil and Vermont find the former's daughter, and she grabs at her father, demanding to know what the sound of the noise that scared her was. Mr. Neil ignores her for the moment, instead of answering her questions he picks her up like a sack of potatoes, lifting his daughter onto his back. She giggles happily at the lift, while her father remains stoic. Vermont stands on a table, and shouts out a warning to evacuate as fast as possible. Some do not hear, and others ignore him, but a few nod, and follow the State down the stairwell.
8:57 a.m.: Vermont leads his group down the stairs of the South Tower, helping those who stumble on the stairs, all the while heading downwards, hopefully to an explanation. He hopes that this was a fluke, and that there was only a fire in the other Tower, but somehow, he doubts it.
8:58 a.m.: The calls go out across the country as the States reach out to each other in order to spread the news of the attacks. Those too far away to help in person do what they can, from passing the word along, to starting the process grounding their planes. All the States close enough to do so start heading towards the capital, or to New York himself, speeding against all traffic laws in order to make good time.
