Eye HAD to do this. It was DRIVING ME MORE INSANE THAN EYE ALREADY AM! Sorry if it offends anyone, it shouldn't, but just in case.
Eye do not own Hetalia, nor do eye own New York's and Virginia's ringtones! eye am too lame to own them :(
LET THE READING COMMENCE!
September 11, 2001
The World Nations were in the World Meeting, trying to get to a conclusion about the tensions in the Middle East. Of course, they were having an EXTREMELY hard time getting anything done.
"Dudes, all we need to do is build a giant robot and squish out all the badies." Yelled America, his mouth full of the burgers that he loves so dearly.
"And you wonder why none of the Middle East countries hate you, you bloody idiot. You can't just salve all the world's problems with force!" yelled back Britain, annoyed out of his mind with three hours to go.
"Hey! They started it!" said America, his grin disappearing.
"I think that you 'started it' during the Cold War, comrade." Stated Russia, never failing to creep people out.
"They still didn't need to attack me! You try to get New York to calm down! ITS FREAKING IMPOSSIBLE!" His phone rang, playing "What it Feels Like for a Girl" as he dug his phone out of his pocket. "Speaking of the devil…" he mumbled, clicking the button and holding the phone up to his ear. He immediately regretted it, his ear drum feeling like it exploded. He dropped the phone on the table in shock, not expecting what he was hearing.
"Dad! —OMG!—THE Tower! —A PLANE—Came out of NOWHERE! — ". He gasped as he heard a blood curdling scream escape the phone. "So many bodies! —It's Triangle ALL OVER AGAIN!—". Another scream "OH SHIT—another plane crashed!" A man's voice came into the fray "Miss, get out of here!" "Like hell I will! My people need me!" The phone call ended with a sickening crunch on the other end, like the girl on the other end had thrown the phone (again).
Silence ensued, all countries staring at America, not knowing what to say. America didn't know either. He stared at his phone, trying to make sense of what just happened. He couldn't move from shock. How could something like this happen? The world seemed to come back to speed, as he felt a burning pain in his chest, causing him to collapse onto the ground holding onto his chest. The pain was immense, but he still got up and looked up at his colleagues, who were staring at the nation in awe that he could actually stand up. He leaned up against the table, panting as his chest gave many painful lurches, making America's face to scrunch up in pain. Then, his phone started to ring again, this time singing "There You Go" as a text lit up on his screen.
Dad, you probably could feel it but… the Pentagon got hit with a plane. No one died, but theres a small fire. I'm fine, probably because its Federal. Penn told me a highjacked plane headed for the capitol crashed in one of his fields. Haven't heard anything from New York. Love you Dad, with all my heart
_ the Virgin called Nicole :P.
America couldn't even laugh at his daughters' signature, even though it always had made him giggle like an idiot. He loved Virginia jokes. But, he couldn't. Why did this have to happen? Why? He hadn't heard from New York since the phone call, which made him fret over his daughters even more. The American found his voice and said.
"I think that we should reschedule the meeting. If you would excuse me…" he said, not knowing how he could have such a calm voice. Without a response from the others, America ran out of the building, sprinting toward New York City. He needed to find his little girl. He needed her. He needed to hear her funny Brooklyn accent; he needed to just hear that she was safe.
Little did he know that he would have to work hard at those simple wishes.
So, whatcha think? Good, bad, depressing, you broke your computer screen from its lameness? (Hopefully not the last one).
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Keesh