Warning: Contains OCs (see profile for detaails), Timelines, human names, and 9//11. I'm sorry for any who this would upset, but I simply wanted to protray the day through the eyes of these characters. I mean in to way to make light of or demean what happened that day. This is a story, I and I was simply the one to tell it.

Rating: T for 9//11 and swearing

Disclaimer: I have never nor ever will claim that I owned Hetalia. As much as I wish that were true, it is not. Oh Well, c'est la vie.


10:00 a.m.: "Shhh…" Vermont coos softly at the little girl, trying to comfort her; "It's okay little one, everything's going to be fine." As the child keeps wailing, Vermont looks back out the rear window. He sees the smoke from the recently collapsed Tower, and feels the lie in the pit of his stomach; even the six-year old knows that everything is definitely not fine.

Pennsylvania and Delaware approach New York City, and Delaware blanches at the sight of the smoke columns. Pennsylvania grips her shoulder reassuringly, but inwardly, he's terrified by the sight as well.

10:03 a.m.: Pennsylvania gasps as the fourth plane crashes in a field outside of Pittsburgh and a hole appears in his side. Delaware looks at him anxiously, but he urges her to keep driving and ignore him. "I'll be fine." He says, "New York's facing worse, so just keep driving." In D.C., America groans, and a new wound shows up under the ribs on his right side.

10:04 a.m.: Pennsylvania takes of his shirt and tears it into strips. He uses the fabric as a makeshift bandage, trying to plug the wound. Delaware keeps her eyes on the road, tearing straight ahead as the two of them tear towards the Brooklyn tunnel.

10:06 a.m.: Pennsylvania picks up his cell phone again after he finishes tying the makeshift bandage around his middle, and calls Massachusetts. "I've been hit, Will." Massachusetts swears, and in despair thinks, 'Not another f******g plane.' He thanks Pennsylvania and assures him that he'll look for the fourth plane. "Fourth plane?!" Pennsylvania exclaims. Massachusetts swears again, and hangs up saying; "Call Kentucky, I can't deal with explaining this right now."

10:08 a.m.: "What do you mean I can't bloody get overseas!" England is at Heathrow, yelling at the air traffic controller. He's trying to find a flight; any flight into Washington D.C. The beleaguered man tells him, "Look sir, all the flights into America have been cancelled. You can't get through without he FAA head and the President's okay."

10:09 a.m.: "Okay. Okay. Fine. Thank you." England nods, and walks away angrily. He knows he's not going to win this fight. "F**K!" He screams, randomly kicking one of the metallic new-age trash bins he hates.

10:10 a.m.: Part of the west side of the pentagon collapses, and in D.C., Virginia's wound deepens just as America's does in the next room over. West Virginia is sitting by Virginia's side, staring into the space above her head; he refuses to feel sorry for her. She'd hate his pity, so he's not giving her any. Instead, he sits stoically beside her, but he's shaken to an internal level he didn't even know he cared on; battling a blind fury that makes him just want to run screaming from the building, gun in hand and destroy.

10:13 a.m.: Pennsylvania and Delaware reach the Brooklyn Tunnel to find that it has been closed. Pennsylvania thrusts a paper from his senator at one of the officers guarding the tunnel.

Back in New York, the United Nations building is evacuating with a squad made not of NYPD officers, but volunteers; regular New Yorkers leading the way toward shelter.

10:14 a.m.: Pennsylvania starts a shouting match with the guard outside the Brooklyn Tunnel, as Delaware grips the steering wheel so tight that her knuckles turn white. "You have to let us through!"

10:15 a.m.: In D.C., Maryland comes back to the Hospital, and walks into America's room. 'Dad…' America looks battered and bruised, a total of now four wounds litter his body, tow on his arm, one to his left temple, an the last to his side. Maryland sits down in the chair by the bed, and calls Kentucky from his cell phone.

10:16 a.m.: Kentucky picks the phone up in the makeshift command center he's created in Louisville on the second ring. "Yeah Maryland?" "Kit, this is Frank,-" Kentucky interrupts, "I know who you are, I said your name didn't I?" Maryland talks over him, "-We just finished the evacuation of the White House. I'm back at the hospital now, and in Dad's room." Kentucky nods before he remembers that Maryland can't see him through the phone. "Thanks, I'll spread the word."

Back in D.C., Maryland hangs up, and stares at his "father's" EKG monitor whispering, "We'll be okay, right Dad?"

10:20 a.m.: Pennsylvania finally convinces the guard to let him and Delaware through, and they speed down the tunnel. He remembers what Massachusetts said about Kentucky, so he calls the Southern State.

10:21 a.m.: In Louisville, Kentucky's heart sinks Pennsylvania tells him about the crash he felt earlier.

In the Holland Tunnel, Pennsylvania's heart sinks as Kentucky fills him in on the attack on The Pentagon that incapacitated Virginia. Pennsylvania thanks Kentucky, and then hangs up, muttering a curse and a prayer under his breath.

10:22 a.m.: Delaware listens to Pennsylvania as the other state tears another strip out of his shirt for a bandage, as he relates her worst nightmares back to her. Only this is far more vivid than her dreams could ever be. Her family is being attacked, and 'I can't do anything.'

10:24 a.m.: The two exit the tunnel and drive to St. Vincent's hospital. The streets around them are choked with panicking drivers, all streaming to anywhere far away from the Towers.

10:28 a.m.: A few blocks away, New Jersey looks out the hospital window as New York groans again. She turns in time to seeThe North Tower collapse exactly 1 hour, 41 minutes, and 45 seconds after this horrible nightmare started. She screams like a wounded animal, giving voice to all the frightened people across the country.

Outside, the ambulance is tuck dead in traffic, and Vermont trembles in horror as the building behind him collapses.

10:31 a.m.: Pennsylvania and Delaware finally arrive at St. Vincent's where they are met by an ambulance delivering its payload to the hospital, and are swept up by the incoming group. Delaware lets loose a small shriek at the sight of the badly burned survivor on the stretcher that is wheeled into the hospital before them.

10:32 a.m.: Pennsylvania staggers into the hospital, where he is struck by the chaos that has enveloped this area. Delaware flags down a nurse, asking for directions to New York's room. The nurse apologizes half-heartedly, and tells the pair to "Try the private rooms."

10:35 a.m.: "Jackie," New Jersey starts at the use of her human name, and turns to see Pennsylvania and Delaware. The later runs over and hugs her younger "sister" as she sobs brokenly into the elder's shoulder. "They h-hurt, Pete!" Delaware rubs her back, whispering softly, "I know honey, I know." Pennsylvania walks up behind the two and hugs them. He shares a glance with Delaware; neither of them have seen New Jersey this upset in a long time, in fact, they don' know if she's ever been this hysterical.

10:36 a.m.: "Who-who'd want to h-hurt Pete?! Peter n-never hurt any-anybody!" New Jersey bawls into Delaware's shoulder. Pennsylvania tells her quietly, "They weren't aiming for New York as Pete. They were after America."

10:37 a.m.: "Why h-hit P-Pete if," New Jersey heaves a breath, "if t-they wuh-wanted Dad?!"

10:38 a.m.: "Not Dad," Pennsylvania says cryptically, "America. They wanted to hurt all of us, Jackie." "W-well, it worked then d-didn't it?!" Jersey's speech dissolves into wracking sobs as her elders hold her close, with New York's EKG still keeping time.

10:39 a.m.: Vermont walks into St. Vincent's Hospital, the little girl on his shoulder as her father is carried in on a stretcher. He's following the tide of workers and patients as he tries to stay with Mr. Neil. The frenzy of the emergency room is a sight to behold; it's gone from the normal ordered chaos, to an angry seething mass of people.

10:40 a.m.: Vermont feels the little girl dig her fists into his hair, twisting his once-blonde tangles painfully. "Daddy!" She wails, "Daaadyyy!" Vermont bounces her on his shoulder, patting her back awkwardly, all the while keeping up his rhythm of "Shhh… It's okay, it's okay, everything's okay…" He's hoping that if he repeats the phrase enough, maybe he'll believe it too.

10:42 a.m.: A nurse walks into New York's room, and finds Pennsylvania leaning heavily on the wall. New Jersey is sniffling quietly in the chair next to New York, with Delaware now running her hands through New Jersey's hair, crooning softly. The nurse eyes the room critically, and sees how thoroughly blood-soaked the makeshift bandages Pennsylvania is sporting are. She nods her head in New York's direction, saying, "I'm guessing you're like him, then." Pennsylvania nods wordlessly. The nurse sighs. "Let's get you cleaned up then."

10:45 a.m.: "What's your name, little one?" Vermont finally asks the girl's name, in an effort to quiet her. She looks at him, her brown eyes full of tears, but stops wailing. Seizing the opportunity, Vermont tells her; "I'll say mine first. I'm Chester." The girl sniffles, but keeps her wide green eyes on the State.

10:46 a.m.: "But you can call me Vermont." He looks around exaggeratedly, as if hiding from someone, then puts his fingers to his lips. "Remember, that's a secret, so you can't tell anyone, now."

10:47 a.m.: The little girl's eyes widen at the prospect of being a secret keeper for the young man. "Not even the nice man who lives down the block?" She breathes, and Vermont nods solemnly to her, "Anyone." A tentative smile appears on her lips. "Awesome…" At the sound of the word, Vermont's breath catches, but he repeats the phrase, his voice stuck in his throat. "Y- Yeah… Awesome."

10:50 a.m.: In Arlington Virginia, five stories of the newly renovated pentagon collapse.

In Washington D.C., Virginia begins bleeding from her nose, and the bandages around her forehead slowly start showing a deep red from the re-opened wound.

A room away, America shouts a strangled roar in his sleep, causing Maryland to jump.

10:51 a.m.: "Dad?!" Maryland yells excitedly, jumping out of his seat by America's bedside to stand over him. He holds his breath expectantly, waiting to see if the wounded Nation will wake up.

10:53 a.m.: Maryland waits for a few minutes, and then dejectedly sits back down. 'Just a false alarm, then…'

10:55 a.m.: Canada arrives in his Ontario office, and immediately finds and confers with those in charge. They exchange information, with his government giving him the official explanation from the United States, while Canada fills them in on what he was told by Kentucky and Washington.

10:56 a.m.: Once he has things at least slightly under control, Canada remembers what Kentucky told him about who to get in contact with, and he calls Massachusetts. When his "nephew" picks up, Canada can hear the strain in his voice.