9/11: forgive but never forget

A Hetalia fanfiction



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America woke up to a blue sky. No clouds in sight. He would have smiled if he didn't have a bad feeling about today. Something about today seemed off. America shrugged it off as nothing and went on with his day. He got ready for his day and went to the world conference. He got there earlier than everyone else, as usual, and took his seat. Canada and everyone else came in and sat down. Canada sat down next to America and England sat on the other side.



Canada looked at his brother with concern; his brother was usually not this serious "Hey Al?"



America looked up at his brother, his face never changing from his serious expression. "Hmm?"



"Are you okay? You seem more serious than usual " America just shrugged and gave his brother a short reassuring smile before returning to his serious demeanor. Canada nodded at his brother. England glanced at the two brothers but turned his attention to Germany, who had started to call the meeting to order. America looked at his watch. 8:40.



After Germany called the meeting to order, Saudi Arabia sauntered in with a smirk on her face. She sat across from America at the table and looked at him with mischief in her eyes as America glared at her.



Canada shuddered at the awkward silence that filled the room; as did England and the other countries. Even Germany! America narrowed his eyes at her before he checked his watch again. 8:44. Saudi Arabia's smirk grew into a toothy grin. The clock ticked to 8:45 and America yelled out in pain, clutching his chest, his breath ragged and shallow. "So Mr. America, what do you think of my little surprise?" Asked Saudi Arabia. She stood up and walked towards the door as the other countries tried to get America to calm down. Russia appeared in front of her and held her tightly while the other countries set America onto the table.



America had a huge gash across his chest, staining his shirt and a little bit of his bomber jacket. Germany started to bark some orders at the other countries. "England! Turn on the TV! Italy and China! Get me some bandages! We need to stop the bleeding immediately!"



Canada stood at his brother's side and held his weakening hand. "Alfred tell me what's wrong please "



"Actually," said England. "I think this is all we need to know about his injury." On the TV was an image of the world trade center in flames. The announcer said that a plane had crashed into the world trade center. Everyone (except Saudi Arabia, who was laughing maniacally) watched in horror as the second plane hit. It took five countries to hold America down for Germany to tend to his wounds because a second gash, crossing the first one, had appeared on America's chest. He cried out two times after that, the two new gashes were on his head, just above his temples. But this time, instead of fighting the others, he just laid there, motionless in his terror, staring at the sealing in shock and pain and remorse.



Canada stayed by his brother's side the entire time. He was the one who held the firmest grip on his brother's arms. He was the one who helped wrap the bandages around his brother's wounds. He comforted his brother when the other two planes crashed. The third plane had crashed into the pentagon. The forth had crashed in a field in Pennsylvania. Terrorists had hijacked all four planes. After a few hours of waiting for more news, the other countries decided to take America to a hospital. Canada and England carried the wounded man to the nearest medical facility. They both waited all night for him to wake up, to be completely fine, to say he was the hero, to say that the attacks didn't actually happen.



Canada was squeezing America's hand so hard he was sure he would every bone in his brother's calloused, long fingers. He knew that his brother would never forget this tragic event. He would never forget how his own planes, his own inventions, were used against him, used to hurt him and his people.



The world trade center shall never be forgotten. America may forgive. But neither he nor his people ever forget.