Title: Those Who Have Fallen
Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Rating: M for sensitive content.
Warnings: Original Characters. Not beta'd. Use of human names. Sensitive Content.
Characters Story-wise: Alexander Jones (New York State OC), Benjamin Jones (State of Pennsylvania OC), Elizabeta Hedevary (Hungary), Roderich Edelstein (Austra), Netherlands/Holland, Arthur Kirkland (England), Mentions of Alfred F. Jones (America), Mentions of Virginia Jones (State Virginia OC)
Characters Chapter-wise: Alexander Jones (New York State OC)
A/N: I don't mean to offend anyone. This is in memory of all those who were lost on 9/11/2010. Rest in Peace.
Shots Fired
The pain shot through his head like a bullet. One second he was fine, talking with a pretty blonde as they were waiting for the exchange to open. The next, his head felt like it had ripped open and stabbed with an ice pick. He was almost blind from the pain as he sank to the ground, cradling his head in his hands.
"Mister Jones, are you okay?" the blonde asked, kneeling down beside him. "What's wrong?"
"Something's…. happened," the brunette managed to spit through the pain. "Something's… wrong." The blotchy scar on his left elbow was aching. Never a good sign.
A couple of business men had come over, looking concerned. "What's wrong? Mister Jones, what is it?"
"I don't . . . know." He was shaking, half blind with pain, but somehow still coherent. He was being helped up when the second pain exploded. He hit the floor with an animalistic scream, clutching at his chest. He writhed in pain, howling as if possessed by the Devil himself.
"Mister Jones, Mister Jones! What's wrong? Talk to us!"
A cellphone went off. The young man groped for the device on his belt and managed to get it up to his ear. He ground out, "Go," though the pain.
"Alexander?"
"Yeesssssss."
"Sir, the Towers…They've been hit."
Alexander Jones' world stopped.