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In the center of London sat England. He sat in front of his television watching the latest episode of Doctor Who. He took a small sip of the tea in his hand as he felt it, a shake in the ground.

"Well that's odd," he said glancing up from the show just as the theme song started to play through the speakers. "England doesn't normally get earth quakes." The man stood and walked over to the large window not far from where he had been sitting. He peered out through the normal foggy weather to see them. Large flames licked their way to the sky in what was obviously some sort of crash or explosion.

He peered harder through the fog to see the tail end of an American plane sticking up over the trees. "No," the man whispered shaking his head, his tea slipping from his fingers. "Oh god no."

Quickly, not even bothering to grab a jacket as he was already in his uniform, the Britain raced out the door. By the time he reached the crash the nation was breathing heavily. His eyes reflected the flames as he looked around for that familiar mop of dark blonde hair he was sure would be nearby.