Hiii guys here I am again wif another chapter to "I need a hero"! :3 ima try to update this every Saturday if I can (assuming I get reviews hint hint) so now without further ado here's chapter 2!

America shot up as one of the officers shook him awake, then jumped out of bed and dressed into his BDUs. As the sun began to peek through the darkness, he had the officers sound the horn, rousing the sleeping soldiers, alerting them that it was time for retreat**. America walked outside and took in a deep breath, taking in the scent the outdoors held. A slight breeze moved briskly past him sending chills up his spine as he watched the men file through the doors of the building they resided in. 4 people came out of a different door marching towards America in step, one of which held the American flag, folded neatly, clutching it to their chest tightly. Once they were all in their Flights, he nodded to the flag detail** to begin unfolding the flag. 2 people were slowly unrolling it carefully, as to make sure it wouldn't get wrinkled, 1 person held it still as another waited to attach it to the string on the pole. With a loud click the flag hung there lifelessly until one of the main officers was told to press the play button on the radio. America checked to make sure everything was right and then faced the squadron**.

"Flight commanders, take charge of your flights." He commanded loud and clear. The commanders turned around and began commanding.

"Flight, Attention!" they said at the same time gaining the attention from those in front of them.

"Half-left, face!"

"Left face!"

"Right face!"

"Half-right face!" The officers all commanded simultaneously making the soldiers face the flag. They then did an about face watching America intently. He nodded for the officer with the radio to begin playing the national anthem, as it began he went to attention.

"Present, arms!" Then did an about face to salute his own flag as it was slowly being lifted up the pole and into the air, and all that it represented. It didn't just represent him, America. No it represented the people of America, the ones who fight for what they believe in, that everyone is equal, that everyone deserves a chance. That if you want something bad enough you make damn sure you get it no matter what. Just like all those years ago, he wanted his independence, he was so tired of always being told what to do, when to do it, how to do it. Why had he needed to always listen when he barely saw the man. 'idiot you know damn well that's not the only reason you wanted to break ties, you wanted to become independent so you could show him your feelings to him are not of a brotherly nature…' America quickly stomped those thoughts out and buried them deep within somewhere in the back of his mind where no one can find them. He dropped his salute as the music stopped, that cool breeze coming back to tease the flag as it flapped in the air helplessly. 'its way to early for this crap' he thought mentally kicking himself for thinking about England and what if scenarios revolving him so early in the morning. Turning around, he dismissed the squadron to their duties, they all scattered like bees off to find flowers. Around noon, America was skipping to the chow hall when the major came walking towards him so fast he was in front of America in a blink of an eye. Before he could give his signature grin he felt something being shoved his hands. A file. A little surprised, he skimmed through the papers inside, coordinates, list of names, checked out weaponry… it can only mean..

"This is your new mission, sir." The Major said before America could ask. "There are soldiers needed to go on patrol out on the borders outside of this perimeter, you are required to be there at 1300 hours sharp, sir!" America nodded his head sharply becoming serious. The major had quickly disappeared through the doors just as he had appeared. He stood up straight and walked off to get his soldiers ready. As he walked through the hall and into the chow hall he looked carefully at the list of men that were suppose to go, a few of them were rookies. 'I hope they can handle it' he thought jokingly. He stood at the front of the chow hall and began calling off the names listed. Each one stood in front of him forming an element**. Once it was all of them he put down the list.

"You all are to come with me ASAP, get your gear ready and come to the field where the 'copters are and find me, then ill give you your orders, is that understood?"

"Yes sir!" they responded in-sync and went off as they were told. America stopped one of them, Jeremy. Jeremy turned around and America gave him a smile.

"This'll be your last mission before you leave tomorrow. Don't screw it up." He said jokingly. Jeremy chuckled and shook his hand.

"sir, yes, sir" responding sarcastically making America's smile turn to a grin. 20 minutes passed and America was ushering the soldiers into the Black Hawk. The blades slowly began to rotate picking up speed every second. A whipping noise eventually erupting through the air causing a vibration to the rest of the vehicle that was felt by the soldiers inside. As the helicopter was lifted off the ground and suspended in the blue sky, they headed off to the border, keeping their baring reading for anything. Border patrol isn't a big deal normally, but lately, terrorists have been finding ways to get through and injure a good amount of soldiers so they have to be prepared for anything that may come their way. 15 minutes had passed, America looked out the window listening to the soft hum of the engine. Jeremy sat next to him inspecting his rifle and checking his ammo ever so often. A man in the front broke the silence.

"Does anyone hear that noise?" America looked at him weird.

"what nois-" he got cut off by a loud boom that erupted through the 'copter. The tail of the Black Hawk was in flames, causing it to dive down to the ground at high speed, spiraling out of control, the pilot panicked unsure of what to do. One of the men screamed and just jumped out when they were at a distance that was no-way-safe-to-be-jumping-without-a-parachute. America tried getting everyone to get their parachutes on but fell to the metal flooring of the helicopter. He tried to get up but something heavy hit his back pushing him down again, he pushed it off effortlessly and got up as he heard Jeremy's blood curdling scream. Before he could see what happened the Black Hawk was hit by something else that caused it to explode. America hit the ground hard as the helicopter he was in fell apart and crashed. Fire was everywhere and he tried to call for Jeremy but nothing came out. He felt an odd warm liquid all over him and saw he was bleeding from giants gashes that were on his arms and legs and his torso. His world began to spin quickly before turning black.

England was pissed, like beyond pissed. First off his alarm clock broke so he overslept by 30 minutes, then France decided to sabotage his shampoo by putting orange hair dye in it and making his water in the shower blue (he watched to many American movies I swear!) so he couldn't take a shower, then his toaster broke, he lost all of his important papers for the meeting and now is stuck in traffic. Needless to say, today sucked, and it barely even started…'bloody hell!' he mentally shouted honking his horn glancing at the time. He was officially an hour late.

"I'm totally late! And I have to host the damn thing!" He growled. Once he made it there he parked and ran into the building, found his way to the wing the meeting was held in. He hurdled down the hall and made a right, stopping in front of the door and fixed his hair and uniform before going in. Once in, he saw that Germany (as usual) was talking in his place. England gave a nervous cough and Germany noticed him and stepped down to let him take his rightful place. He took the spotlight and went straight to business 'no need to waste more time now..' he told himself. He was in depth with his speech and was hitting valid points, when Canada (for once he noticed him) got up and left the room talking on his phone. England continued to talk until he heard the shy Canadian cry out in despair, France when out to talk to his former colony while everyone waited to see what was wrong with the quiet, rather unnoticeable country. When France came back in his expression was grim, he came to England and whispered in his ear.

"America has been badly wounded, he's being flown to the states now as we speak." he said sounding worried. England's eyes widened, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. 'America? Wounded? In battle?' without realizing it, he had begun gathering his things (which wasn't much) and stormed out of the room. Canada decided to follow him so he packed up his things as well. Running to catch up to England, he suppressed the need to cry, as if he read his mind, England turned to Canada and gave a reassuring smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Don't worry, that idiot as dumb as he is, he'll be fine…just fine…" he said trying to convince himself and Canada. They got into his car and drove off to the airport, luckily it was nearby and they got there in 20 minutes. As usual it was a pain, getting processed took forever, the flight had been delayed by an hour and a half. Canada tried busying himself kumajirou, who cant remember who Canada is, and England tried reading a book to keep his mind at ease. This however, proved to be futile, for his mind kept racing back to his American friend. The night he spoke to America he seemed just fine, if he were to do something that might've caused him harm, he would have mentioned it. 'he's in the middle east, of course he's at risk of getting badly damaged you dolt'

'Well I know that but still he's been fine all this time, why now?'

'that's what every family and friend say about their loved ones that die in the wa-'

'don't say that! He cannot die! He's a bloody nation, he's been through the bloody civil war, and world wars, even that small scuffle with Vietnam and Korea'

'yes, but how many times did he really fight WITH his soldiers?'

He continued to argue with himself until Canada tugged on his sleeve signaling that its time to board the plane. Once they were in, they anxiously waited to arrive at New York to see what happened to the young nation.

WOW im sorry for being late on the update o.o; I had to volunteer for festival of lights with ROTC and took all day then my sis took forever to let me on D:. but yea I hope ya'll enjoyed this chapter J

Terms:

Retreat- (not the type when you run away) when the flag gets put on the pole and lifted at half mast(?). I described it from what I remember at Encampment. Please correct me if im wrong on something!

Flag Detail- a group that contains 4(?) people that unfolds and lifts the flag.

Squadron- when more than 2(?) flights are present.

Flights- a group of 4 elements.

Element-a group of people in one line

So jyea J reviews are love 3 so can I has some? Ill give cookies!