This will be the beginning of my first Hetalia FF. Please NO hate, flames, or mean words. OKAY :D
Also this Fan Fiction does have references to 9/11.
This is in no way, shape, or form meant to be offensive to anyone.
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! (but how I wish I did)
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Even Heroes can fall
Everything was normal in the meeting room, America of course being his loud self and England rambling on about how he raised America better
than that, while Russia sat quietly, smile never leaving his face as he watched the two countries bicker. France of course was flirting with
Canada, while China was discussing trade with Japan.
Germany had already tried once to progress the meeting further than introduction but of course nothing ever goes as planned.
Then suddenly America fell to his knees in agony. "America?! Are you okay?" England tried to help him up but America just brushed him off
mumbling something about Heroes not needing help or something along those lines. But as soon as America stood he fell twice as hard only
this time something strange occurred... America had an opened wound on his right side and when he opened his mouth smoke began to roll
out as if he was on fire from the inside! "America!" England quickly went to his side to help him stand getting blood on not only his hands but
his uniform as well. "Someone help me!" England yelled and the others began to panic finally being aware of what was happening. "VE~
America!" Italy yelled not sure of what to do he looked to Germany, who stared in horror, never before in all of his years has he ever seen
anything like this.
England removed America's bomber jacket as best he could without causing anymore blood to pour from his wound "Here is a first aid kit"
Quickly handing the first aid kit to England, Japan looked into the pained face of his friend. "Thank you Japan" "hai". Canada sitting on the
other side of America watching his brother struggle for air through the smoke pouring out of his lungs. "I'm gonna turn on the T.V" Canada said
in his normal tone trying not to show his panic. "Mon Cher you're brother is in this condition and you want to watch T.V.?" France gave him a
questioning look. "Something must have happened to cause this, so surely it's gotta be on the news" Canada stated sure he'd be able to find
out something about his brothers condition.
"At 8:46 am this morning American Flight 11 from Boston, with 92 passengers aboard struck the North tower at World trade center complex in
New York City." The Television then began to show what looked like scenes from a disaster film, Canada looked to England who was looking at
America with sorrowful eyes wishing he could take away the pain. When suddenly the T.V announcers voice caught everyone's attention. "We
are here live two blocks away from the North Tower that was struck less than 20 minutes ago-*there was then a loud crashing noise coming
from the T.V which was no comparison to the yell of pain coming from America* England looked down to America's side to see not one wound
but two! One on each of his sides and the smoke was now coming out of his nose, while tears ran down his face. It was as if he was feeling all
the pain of the American people at once. If he wasn't a Nation there would be no way he'd be alive right now.
"We have just received word that a second passenger plane has Crashed into the South Tower of The World Trade Center!"
At that moment America had began thrashing wildly as his hands reached up and started to scratch and claw at the flesh of his throat. "Alfred,
Stop that!" England quickly removed both of his hands from his neck in a desperate attempt to keep the American from ripping out his own
throat. "We'll have to retrain him" Canada said as he looked towards America fresh tears in his eyes, at seeing his brother "The World's Hero"
looking so pained and broken. "How do you suppose we do that, aru? With him in this state it might not be the best idea" China piped up.
"He'll continue to thrash like that and tear himself apart if we don't" Germany thinking quickly then proceeded to remove his belt and rap it
around america's left ankle, "Italy, Canada, and France remove your belt's and do exactly as I do" Germany instructed as the three countries
began to tie their belts around America's other limbs. "Now each of you grab a chair and tie the other end of your belt to it. Russia, China,
Japan, and I will all sit in the chairs until his thrashing stops." While everyone was following Germany's instructions, England sat with America's
head in his lap trying as best he could not to cry for is former colony. He began rubbing America's head and hushing him trying to some how
calm the young superpower. His efforts were in vain though as a new wound appeared a large gash on America's stomach.
His pain was felt by everyone in the room at that moment the sound that had left his mouth echoed through the room even though the
Television was still on no one was watching as fresh tears not only ran down America's face but now England's and Canada's as well.
"I- I'm s-sorry, I'm the Hero and I can't even protect my own citizens... I'm so sorry" as he fell into a comatose state. Eyes still open yet painful
to look at.
"What was that America?" England looked to America as his breathing slowed. The once vibrant blue of America's eyes has now been dulled by
the bloodshed of his people. England has felt this pain before, during war but for something like this to happen so out of the blue... It was just
heart-wrenching to see someone so dear to him experience it without warranting it.
Thanks for reading this is chapter 1 of I don't know how many xD Hope you enjoyed Rate and Review :D