I OWN NADA. Ive decided to make these shorter so I can update more. I hope you enjoy!
America POV:
Once I regained consciousness we were at a portal and France just went through. I limped forward and almost made it. The portal closed and I fell forward, England catching me at the last second.
"Shit…" He mumbled and I took the moment to take in my surroundings. We were in New York. Horrible memories were flooding into my train of thought.
-Flash Back-
It was a beautiful Tuesday and I have not yet smiled, strange. We all had a world meeting at 8:30 and I was planning on not being late, this time. I showered and dressed myself in my classic outfit. A tan suit and my bomber jacket. I brushed my unruly hair, my Nantucket perking up; per usual. 'And still no fake smile' I thought as I left my apartment. It was 8:10. I decided to sprint so I wouldn't be late. Even when sprinting 3 blocks I was in the parking lot at 8:30. 'So much for being early…' I walked up the stairs, having to stop at the top to catch my breath before I walked in. At I turned the knob I knew 3 hours' worth of insults was awaiting for me. I walked in smiling a fake smile. It was 8:40 and chaos was still happening. 'Nobody knows I was late… Thank god'. Just as I thought that all the countries ended up glaring at me as I sat down. I heard all of the insults and took them in. My mind would replay all of the insults back for me. 'Fat ass, stupid, horrible country, deserves to die, worthless, idiotic, annoying, unruly, selfish, waste of space, ugly, and obnoxious' the list went on and on. When I was lost in my thought I ended up falling down in pain. Clutching my stomach, I saw red start to seep through my fingers. Everyone was looking at me. Eventually I cried out in pain and the world continued. Some countries coming to my aid, some looking at the towers 2 blocks down, and some watching the news. It was around 9:30 when I felt the pain grow. I doubled over in pain and felt my vision becoming blurrier. I couldn't hear the other countries as I felt myself slowly falling asleep. One voice stood out.
"AMERICA DON'T FALL ASLEEP!" My mind was forcing my body into unconsciousness, but I, as a being wouldn't allow it. A new pain erupted from my forehead and I cried out. I felt a rag being pushed onto the wound. I knew it didn't work because it was pulled away from my head. It was once white. Now it was completely red. A new pain was available in my shoulder and that was when I allowed the darkness to escape me from my physical labor. It was a shame that the mental torture didn't end.
-End Of Flashback-
"…ica… merica… AMERICA!" I opened my eyes and was met with green eyes looking at me. I shakily sat up and almost fell back again. I forgot about my mangled arm. It looked a lot better under the red sky. A loud crash was heard and it started raining, touching the raw flesh in my arm. I hissed in pain then got up, despite my bodies' protests I ran to the nearest building. England got the idea just as a lightning bolt struck the 9/11 rubble. Right where England was originally standing.
Once in the abandoned convenience store England started to treat my wounds with what supplies were left. It burned like hell. 'Then again this place is exactly like hell'. I cried out with pain when England wrapped my tortured arm. He gave me a worried look and I returned it with a pained expression. Then lightning struck the building and the celling caved in on us.