7 July 2005
England was shacking. Panic was writhe throw out his mind as his world collapsed around him. London had been set alight before but the life lost was minimal, in war the pain was numbed by the sickness.
But this….this was worse.
Innocent, all of them. Pain, oh so much of it. He had been with America at 9/11, had court him as he fell, but he had not understood the pain the man had gone throw. Now he did….
Oh god, so much panic... too much!
There was a loud rap on the door, accompanied by a troubled voice.
"England? Its America, are you there? ........ Arthur please tell me your ok…."
The rapping turned into banging, the door eventually caving in and falling off its hinges.
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America was running, the familiar streets of London filled with panic and desperate cries.
Not here to… oh please, not here to..
He had scheduled to meet Arthur at his home, maybe go out for some lunch. Alfred had planned to make a date out of it, but now…
The American made it to England's home at record speed, skidding to a halt at the door.
"England?" he panted, banging on the door, "Its America, are you there?" no answer came, "Arthur please tell me your ok!"
Alfred banged wildly at the door when sill no answer came, finally barging it down, where he found Arthur curled up shaking on the living room floor.
"ARTHUR!!" America quickly knelt down and held the shivering man to him. "Arthur its ok, I'm here now." He could feel the crack in his own voice, but he held himself stronger and cradled his charge closer.
Slowly standing, America carried the small island nation to the bedroom were he placed him gently on the bed.
"Arthur? Can you hear me?" he asked tentatively.
The Englishman's eyes opened, they were unfocused as they stared at the familyer shape before them. "Al..fred?" his voice was pained as it strained to make itself herd.
"Its ok Arthur, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."