A/N: I was just thinking about 9-11 today for some reason. I mean its Easter. But, I just have to write it.

America sat there, looking at the little girl in his arms. She may look like a kid, but she was more than a hundred years old. She looked about, what, 13? He sighed.

"New York. Sweetie. It's time to-"And that's when America felt a sharp pain on the right side of his chest, and when little New York howled in pain.

America woke up screaming. He looked to his side and saw his daughter, New York, beside him. It had been ten years since that day, and he didn't want to remember it. New York had probably had the same nightmare and crawled in for comfort. Alfred sighed and kissed her on the head, seeing the scar on her face from that evil day. America got up and got ready for the World Conference.

"Daddy make it stop! Please Daddy!" New York cried out. America was too busy with his own pain. He saw flashes. The Twin Towers. Fire. Jumpers. Oh gosh. New York screamed bloody murder at the same moment America saw another plane crash into the World Trade Center. Having America feel another jab to his side. But he kept thinking, "I'll kill him. I'll kill him."

America walked through his house, not even looking at his 49 other children. They weren't even eating. Ohio and Michigan weren't fighting over waffles, and Washington D.C. was in his usual seat, shirtless. On this day especially, his chest would hurt. Which was where he had a large scar on it from where he was hit those years ago. Suddenly, a small hand grabbed his sleeve.

"Dad?" It was Alaska. Her accent more prominent with her tears. "Is NY ok? She's not…y'know…the way she was nine years ago?" America ruffled her brown hair.

"No Alaska. She's sleeping." He left the house and walked to the building where they were holding the conference. Then he opened the doors.

America yowled as he felt a stab to his heart. Blood poured from both sides of his chest and his left side, losing it fast. New York's cheek was bleeding, as was her side. America wanted to console her. Tell her everything was ok. Suddenly, he felt his legs break. New York experienced the same thing, her crying and cussing the pain away. But then, America felt his wrist sprain. It hurt like hell, like everything did. He screamed so loud, he was sure Tony's relatives could hear him. That's when everything went black. But the last thing he remembered was the whimpering of his daughter, and the smooth hum of the Star-Spangled Banner.

When he opened the door, all the countries were somber. America didn't say a word; he just sat in his seat, and put his head on the table. England stood up, and did something the American never would have thought England would do. England cleared his throat.

"Oh say can you see?"

Then France joined in.

"En début de lumière de l'aube"

Then China.

"是什麼讓我們感到驕傲歡呼？在黃昏的聲浪 (Shì shénme ràng wǒmen gǎndào jiāoào huānhū? Zài huánghūn de shēnglàng)"

Then the Italian brothers joined with their beautiful, angelic voices.

"Le cui larghe strisce e stelle lucenti, nel pericolo della battaglia"

Then Spain.

"Para las murallas vimos, eran tan galantemente streaming."

Then the rest of the nation's sang as one.

"And the rockets' red glare. The bombs bursting in air. Gave proof through the night, that our flag was still there. Oh say does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave…"

And that's when an American flag appeared in the center of the table, and every nation put their right hand on their heart.

"FOR THE LAND OF THE FREE!" and that's when America joined in, hand on his heart and standing. Tears streaming down his face.

"AND THE HOME…OF THE…BRAAAAVVVEEE~!"

A/N: Sorry it sucks. Its 3:51 AM right now sooo… anyway.

God bless those who died or lost family and/or friends on 9-11.

May God give you peace.