America locks himself away in his room and cries his eyes out as he remembers what happened on September 11th. He can't help but scream in anger and pain as he remembered the terrorist attack and how so many died when they didn't deserve it...He could still smell the building burning as they fell to the ground. He could still hear the screams and yells of pain and suffering as he could do nothing but watch. He could still remember watching the planes crash into the building and burst into flames...How he could do nothing about it. He could still remember the feeling of watching everything crumble. He could still remember the touch of the rubble that was left behind.
Alfred F. Jones remembers all of this...and this and many other reasons why...
He wants to be a hero.
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Hetalia Headcanons
FanficHetalia Headcanons driftng from angst to whatever else emotion. I didn't write some of these lmao © to google.
