A/N: Hey Half-Angel-Writer here with another story. A bit of an explination for this story. I remember 9/11 quite well. Ever since that day, I have a hard time thinking or reading about it. And don't even bring up watching the film from that day. This year, for the tenth annavirsary, I made myself watch every thing, and then go and read a timeline version of the day. It was so bad that I ended up crying about it. Then I was struck by this story idea. So this is how I am dealing with the saddness and pain that I felt from that day ten years ago. I mean no disrespect to the survivors, their families, the brave souls who lost their lives and their families. This is just my copeing mechanism. There is no intentional humor in this story. It just kind of writes itself. If you don't like the subject matter, don't read this.

This Story is primarily about America and his 50 kids (the personifications of the States), most of who are adopted, and how they came together as a family on a fateful date.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hetalia Characters mentioned here, just my versions of the 50 states.

A young blond-haired girl stood in the center of the Pentagon Memorial, eyes close, remembering the pain of that infamous day. Sorrow still filled her, remembering the people, her citizens who had lost their lives that day during a cowardly attack. Catherine "Virginia" A. Jones sat down in the middle of the Memorial Garden. It had been her own "Day of Infamy" and even now, after more than ten years, she still felt the burning pain and the indescribable fear and sadness from that day. She looked around at all the benches, remembering every moment of that day.

*Flashback*

"Hey Carol? What's dad doing in California again?"

"I think he's at meeting with them western States." Carol, better known as North Carolina, said, looking up from her book. The personification of the Tar Heel State had just woken up, and her long brown hair was everywhere, her green-blue eyes bleary and her voice sluggish.

"Hey, Ya'll think he's forgetting about us?" Said a new voice. Popping up from the next bed over was 'Lina. South Carolina was already dressed and ready to go for the day, the spitting image of Carol, but a couple years younger, (but they were still called the Carolina twins).

"I highly doubt that 'Lina. I think he just has his attention pulled in too many directions. Anyways, thanks Carol. I have to call him. There's a meeting at the Capitol today and he said he'd be there."

The Carolina twins looked over to their door at the speaker. "Yeah, ok. Hey will you see if you can tell Tennessee to lay off for a bit. He's been getting annoying again."

The person at the door laughed, "Sure, though I don't think it will do much good."

"Thanks, Virginia."

The blond haired girl waved good-by, and headed down the stairs.

"Yo sis!" Called a voice.

"What? I have to leave." Called Virginia, not turning around.

"I know that. I'm coming with, remember?"

"Oh hey York." Virginia finally turn around to see her older sister, behind her, one of her older brothers, specifically Pennsylvania.

"Are you all set?" Penn asked, holding up car keys.

"Yeah I am. Let's go." Virginia said as she held the door for her older siblings. "I still don't know why you guys are coming. DC's just gonna talk for hours about nothing important."

New York started to walk to the Parking Garage that held every states' car, in Many cases, cars plural.

"I want to take Virginia's Camero." Pennsylvania said.

"Sorry, Penn, Montana totaled it last week and I can't get fixed. Actually, that's one of the things that I wanted to talk to Dad about." Virginia replied, grimacing at the thought.

"What happened?" New York asked.

"Well Montana was coming home from a trip and…" Virginia began, but suddenly New York stumbled and fell, crying out in pain.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!" She screamed, as her siblings heard a sickening snap. Her left leg bent at an unnatural angle, the shattered bone, tearing the skin open. Virginia gasped in shock, while Pennsylvania turned around, eyes wide with surprise.

"York? YORK! What's wrong? What is it?" Virginia cried, trying to calm her sister down, at the same time trying to keep the dark haired from hurting herself more. Pen whipped out his phone and dialed 911. Moments later, the emergency personnel were dispatched and an ambulance was on its way.

*The closest vehicle is about 10 minutes away, sir. Try to keep the patient calm. I can walk you through procedures to help control the bleeding.* came the voice through Penn's phone.

"Put it on speaker, Penn. I need to talk to them." Virginia spit out through clenched teeth, the Carolina twins having brought out the massive first aid kit that America insisted having in the house since Hawaii had had her attack in 1942. Virginia's hands were flying as she quickly assessed the damage.

*Miss? Can you tell me what happened and describe what the wound looks like?* came the slightly scratchy voice through Penn's speaker phone.

"She was just walking in a straight line… then her leg snapped… the wound looks like someone shot her with an incendiary round, like from a sniper rifle. Tibia is shattered about two inches from the knee, Fibia is cracked, looks like some sort of shrapnel in the wound. We didn't hear a gunshot." Virginia growled at the phone. She knew what she was talking about. Virginia was an EMT and was planning on going to Medical School to become a surgeon, so she was constantly learning and studying medical journals and textbooks. "She's losing blood and is going into shock. I've got the wound covered in gauze and pressure applied. She's prob'ly going to be critical in about 20 minutes. Closest hospital is ten minutes away." Virginia was worried about her sister, who was pale and shaking from the shock.

*Understood Ma'am… just keep her calm… the Ambulance should be there momentarily.* Already, Virginia, Penn and the twins could hear a siren. A moment later, an ambulance screeched to a halt near the curb. The Paramedics jumped out and ran over. Virginia shoved Penn and the twins away, telling them to go inside and tell the others who were home what had happened and to get a hold of America. As the three ran to the house, New Jersey sprinted out, yelling something.

"Terrorists just crashed into the World Trade Center." Screamed the dark haired teen. Virginia's eyes widened again in shock as she gasped in understanding. She looked at New York, who was receiving a shot of morphine for the pain.

"Oh no… this can't be happening." She whispered to herself. Just then, New York's eyes opened and her face contorted again. She screamed bloody murder as her other leg, the right one, cracked and a similar wound opened on the side. The Paramedics stared. Virginia swore loudly and grabbed her sister's head, holding her still.

"Give her a sedative." She commanded, "The pain is going to get worse." The Paramedics decided to listen to the young teen who had an air of command about her, and an ancient look in her eyes. They gave the moaning and screaming New York a sedative. Virginia sighed when New York finally went limp and her eyes rolled back in her head. The paramedics then hoisted the girl to the gurney and hurried to the ambulance. Virginia followed, feverishly dialing her cell phone trying to get a hold of her dad.

The blond checked her watch. The time was 9:05 AM, September 11th, 2001.

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