"What did I do wrong?
All I ever wanted to be was a hero;
A hero people can look up to,
A hero people can depend on,
And…a hero that let "the people" choose.
Where did I go wrong?
Was it wrong for me to support my people, and their very right?
Every year, on that day, my heart is in pain.
Why is it in pain?
It is just another day, today, but not for me…and my country.
On this day, this very day, I learned there was no such thing as peace.
Because, there always is another person that will interfere, may it be a country, a group, or just a person.
There will always be a disagreement.
9/11 was my nightmare come true.
And, I hope no other country will suffer the way I did when my World Trade Center*(1) (Twin Towers) and my Pentagon*(2) when up in flames.
That is all. Meeting adjourned."
America walked towards the door to his right, after he finished his speech, and left, leaving a flabbergasted audience behind.
Canada watched as his brother walked by and leave.
No other country was there to help America on that day.
Yes, they did help afterwards, but not on that day.
Canada was the only one to see him, on that day, go down on his knees and cry to god on how it was unfair to let all those innocent people die.
And, Canada held him, while he cursed to the god he believed in for so many years. America could not even stand the sight of Ground Zero*(3).
So, every year, on the eleventh of September, since 2001, he would go with him to see where his once beautiful Twin Towers once stood.
Canada soon ran after America. He checked every hallway, and every room, but he could not seem to find him.
Until, he went outside to the garden.
There, America was, laying down on a bench, singing his national anthem, looking towards the sky, as silent tears drenched his face in sorrow.
Canada kneeled down towards the bench, and hugged his brother, and whispered in his ear,
"It's okay. It's all in the past. It's over now. No ones going to hurt you now…"
America slid out of the hug, placed his hands on Canada's shoulders, and looked him in the eye, and said in a stern voice,
"You're wrong. It's only just begun."
