Ok, so I've recently joined the Hetalia fandom!
Anyway, I'm going to try writing fanfiction for it!
Sorry if the characters are OOC!
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Brief Summary: America is still in the aftermath of 9/11. What happens when he sees something that inspires him.
My Country Tis' of Thee
America still remembered. The plane came down. It hurt him so bad. Then one more, no two. There had been four crashes: 2 at the Twin Towers, 1 at the Pentagon, 1 that was aiming at the white house.
America was now in a body cast. He tried picking up his cup of coffee. He looked upon it. He looked at the TV. It was all over the news. Then, on the screen, there was a little girl. She has crystal blue eyes, gentle blonde curls, and porcelain skin. She started singing... My country tis' of thee. Sweet land of liberty. Of thee I sing...
Then, there were images of the wreckage. But his didn't make America sad.
On it, there were people, his people, helping out each other. Skaters who helped up old ladies. Normal people picking off wreckage. Why, even his own kids, his states, were helping.
They were all one people. One great United States. One united people. No terrorist group, no Japanese bombers, no nuclear disasters could ever break them apart.
And there, was the American flag soaring high and strong.
My country tis' of thee. Sweet land of liberty. Of thee I sing...