Hey you guys! This is my first attempt at fanfiction, I hope you like it! Just as a pre-warning, this fanfiction isn't strictly abiding to what happened on 9/11. The crucial details will be there, but I will probably make up some minor details.
Prologue
America's P.O.V.Alfred was walking home from a world meeting, grumbling to himself, mildly annoyed by Arthur's remarks to his ideas. "That stupid jerk Arthur. Why is it always me he pokes at? I mean, I know there was that whole Revolutionary War thing, and then the War of 1812, but I mean- Come on! Both happened years ago... then again, he could still be mad about..." Alfred walked home, immersed deep in thought. The air was cool and crisp, the beginnings of early-Autumn weather. Shrieks of joy coming from a children's park a few blocks away were audible, mostly consisting of, "Come on!", "You can do it!" and, "Great kick!" Despite his annoyance, Alfred smiled to himself. Despite how quickly the world was changing, the endearing innocence of children never seemed to go away.
As Alfred neared his house, he reached for his keys, then sharply stopped and frowned. Something was off, but he couldn't place his finger on it. There was this drearily ominous feeling of deep forboding in the air, like the trepidation a mouse might undergo before being ambushed by a cat. Shaking the feeling off, Alfred continued on to his doorstep and unlocked his door. It was probably just him. And yet, as he entered his house, the terror and semblance that something terrible may happen greatly increased. This time he couldn't shake it off.
Moments later, pain rocked through his body and he promptly crumbled to the floor, his head pounding as it struck the ground, his body spasming, and his mouth spitting blood. Horrified, he now stared at opening wounds to his chest, arms, legs, and feet, cupping his hand to his mouth. Burns started spotting his body and his body temperature greatly increased. But how was this happening? He wasn't present in any sort of battle at the present moment, he just got home from a meeting! So that meant... "Terrorist attack..." He whispered, horrified, between coughs of blood. That was the moment when his mind and body, spent, badly injured, and broken, blacked out.
Hehe! That was fun! I hope you enjoyed this. Sorry again if this was terrible, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. Please leave some form of review or a suggestion telling me if I should continue this, what you liked, what you didn't like, etc. That way I can improve my writing. Thanks for reading!
Also, as an afterthought to clear things up, this series will be mainly focusing on other countries' opinions on the 9/11 attacks. For example, for one chapter, I want to give what I think England's opinion is, for another I want to give Russia's, for another I want to give Canada's, and so on and so forth. Let me know if you want to see any country in particular!
