Hetalia 9/11 one-shot

Chapter 1

I'm posting this on the 10th because I will not be available tomorrow to put it up.

I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR ANYTHING ELSE MENTIONED!!!!!

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All the nations of the world were currently residing in London, England. It was the middle of a world meeting. And as usual, fights were breaking out everywhere. Eventually Ludwig had enough.

"SHUT UP!!!!" Ludwig screamed, pounding his hand on the very large table.

Everyone froze in their places and looked up. Ludwig was fuming. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.

"Sit down so we can finish this meeting." He commanded.

All of the nations rushed to their seats trying not to get on the burly German's bad side.

"Ser gut. Now we may continue. It is 8:44 am, I believe it is Alfred's turn to speak." Ludwig said, looking to Arthur for confirmation.

Arthur nodded and Alfred stood up. 8:45 am.

"Okay, so we need to figure out a plan to help out Bharat (India) right now as their still reconstructing from the ea-" Alfred cut himself off and his whole body stiffened. 

"Alfred? Lad?" Arthur asked, slowly standing up. 

"Alfie?" Matthew said, also getting up.

Suddenly a blood-curdling scream ripped through the air. 8:46 am.

It took a second for everyone to realize that it was Alfred. All the lady nations covered their eyes or left the room. Any of the smaller nations just left along with some of the others.

Arthur, Matthew, Ludwig and Francis shot forward to catch the falling boy. Alfred's eyes rolled up in the back of his head. 

"ALFRED!!!" Arthur yelled as he caught him.

Then Alfred started to seize. His whole body was shaking and jerking about. Arthur grabbed his arms while Ludwig grabbed his legs. Matthew sat at Alfred's head, removed Al's glasses, and held it still in his lap so he wouldn't hurt himself.

"SOMEONE CHECK THE NEWS!!!" Francis screamed, as he moved all objects within 5 feet of Alfred, to another spot.

"Hai." Kiku said, turning on the TV.

Kiku turned it to the news and froze at what he saw.

"You all need to see this." he said, turning up the TV.

Everyone quieted down and looked at the television.

The north Twin Tower was smoking, and a plane was sticking out the side. Matthew gasped in horror.

"Nonononononononononono..." He muttered trying to keep Al's head still.

About 6 minutes later the seizure ended. Matthew wouldn't let go of Alfred.

"Matthew, lad. What's wrong?" Arthur asked, Francis at his side.

"Do any of you know what New York is to Alfred? Much less the World Trade Centers?" he asked.

Almost everyone shook their heads, except Arthur who's eyes widened in horror.

"No..." 

"Yeah." Matthew said sadly.

"What is it?" Ivan asked, quietly.

"New York is his brain. Its where the stock market is, and well the World Trade centers." Matthew said. "We can't move him till this is all over."