I don't own hetalia
My those who died in the 9/11 attacks all rest in peace and, may there family members learn to smile once agian on today like any other day.
"Why did this have to happen?" Arthur muttered, staring down upon the heap of a man that was Alfred F. Jones. It was dark out hours after the 9/11 terrorist attacks.
Alfred was covered in blood, bleeding from separate parts of his body. No tears came though, it stung like hell but, Alfred just lay in a crumpled heap on the ground. His eyes stared blankly out at nothingness.
"A-Alfred!" Arthur got on his knees next to the fallen country.
"There gone…It's my fault…" Alfred said in a monotone voice.
"No…" Arthur pulled him close in a tight embrace "No!" Pulling, hugging him tighter. "It's not!"
Arthur buried his face in Alfred's shoulder, getting some blood on his face. "It's…My fault."
"How?…" Alfred moved his gaze to Arthur.
"If only…" Alfred felt something warm and moist on his shoulder. "I fought harder, during the revolution…I could have protected you…This never would have happened…You never needed to feel this pain…"
"Arthur…I don't mind the pain…It just h-hurts that's all, I'm strong, and so are my people…
So Arthur don't cry…Please…"
"I'm crying for you and your people! So many lost there lives today! …But yet, you wont cry over them…" Arthur hiccupped
"I-I have to be strong for them, my people." …" I-I'm, t-t-the Hero!" He said weakly.
"It's alright to cry over your people!" Arthur yelled looking Alfred in the face. The blank, wide-eyed, expression He kept, as the tears fell silently.
"Is it really…Arthur?"
"Yes…"
Alfred returned the embrace, almost crushing him with his strength.
"I love you Alfred…" Hesaid, trying to hug him back but, was soon over powered by Alfred.
"Thank you…"