Thank you to GirlFish, Animelover5008, AnimeKitten123, and sherlocked-with-no-key for the reviews! I was reading them and I want to cry I'm so happy! I have people reading what I've written. I'm telling you, only my hetalia fictions are worth taking a look at. Anyway, this chapter is still England's pov and It's the day after. Enjoy.
England woke up the next morning to his alarm clock. When he managed to flop over and turn it off, he got dressed and ready to leave. He went to the kitchen to grab a poptart, untoasted of course. Tch, American food... That thought hung in the air for a while. Then memories of yesterday that were blocked by sleep came flooding back. He rushed to the window and ripped open the curtains. The Twin Towers were no longer standing. Large piles of rubble and metal stood in their place. Pieces were still smoking in the wreckage.
England knew he had to check on America to see how badly he was injured. They still had a little time at the hotel anyway. He threw open his door and began to rush down the hall, when he saw America.
"America!" He called, and ran over.
"Yeah?" The broken nation replied weakly. England was in shock. America was never this tired, downcast, and as much as England didn't want to think it so, America looked ... defeated. It broke his heart to see him like this. Nevertheless, he would try to keep the conversation going.
"Where are you going?" He asked. America just looked at him. He'd only seen that look twice before. The...that time..., and Pearl Harbor. This was the look of utter depression. Almost as if his soul is gone and he is empty. The lifeless, listless, longing look that wants something good to happen but knows that right now there is only sadness, and grief. With that look, England knew exactly where America was going.
"I'll come with you."
+later+
They stepped out of the car after a silent car ride. England followed from a distance as America walked. As they walked England could see the pain, grief, and sorrow mounting the other's face. And who could blame him? His once beautiful and proud buildings were obliterated. Thousands of people lay dead around them. Even England was shocked that somebody, ANYBODY would do this.
After a few more minute of walking, they stopped. America looked down and fell to his knees. Then, one of the strongest countries England knew, as well as one of the bravest, put his head in his hands and sobbed. It was depressing to listen to, let alone watch. England walked up and kneeled next to the sobbing America. He rubbed the other's back to try to comfort him. America pulled him into a bear hug and cried on his shoulder. All England could do was hug him back and hope things would look up soon.
A little bit of an extended ending. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and I think I'm only gonna do two more chapters for this story. Next chapter will be back to America's pov present day. Chapter after that will be England talking to Austria (because reasons) and Austria being a snob. Sorry Austria fans! Don't kill me! Read and Review because reviews help me write.
