America the Mysterious (United States of America #1.5)

Screams of the Dying

WARNING!!!: 9/11 fic, so there will be mentions of blood and gore, suggestive themes, and intense violence. If you can't handle any of those, please leave.

No...

This can't be...

Not her children...

Not her people.

Please, anything but them.

America--had she been aware of this--didn't know how she was still standing. She didn't remember being in the middle of a presentation when suddenly, pain shot through her. It was so intense that America stopped breathing and froze altogether, blood staining her dark blue blouse. If anyone noticed, they didn't at the moment.

"A-America?" Canada asked uncertainly, slowly standing and walking towards his sister, all while reaching a hesitant hand out.

America didn't hear him. In fact all she could hear where the screams of pain and horror from her people, her son and daughters screaming and moaning in agony, and her horrified children wondering what was happening. The twin tower was on fire, and she felt the smoke rise in her lungs, cutting off her airways, and by now blood was making its way to her mouth.

Because of this, all America could do was watch in horror and pain as the building burned, where sometimes people on the upper floors of the North Tower would jump to their deaths to avoid burning alive. She wanted to scream to them, plead with them to stop, but she couldn't even open her mouth without coughing up blood.

Then, minutes later, she understood.

More pain shot through her, more intense than before, and a plane purposefully crashed into the second tower. Then, minutes later, a plane crashed into the Pentagon. As America remained paralyzed in pain, she understood that this was no accident.

It was an attack on her, on innocent civilians, and on her precious children.

Finally, and without any warning, she collapsed to the floor, darkness overcoming her against her will, though the pain was too much.

When this happened, everyone shot from the chairs, which flew back from the force.

"America?!" England almost screamed, hurrying over to the fallen woman. "What hap-"

He froze midway, when he saw an expanding pool of blood form underneath his former colony and a few red droplets escape from her mouth. The green-eyed nation hurried over to America.

"America!" he now screamed, now by her side as he took her into his arms. "What's happened?! America!!"

"Someone turn on a goddamn TV!" screamed someone else, presumably Romano. The sound of someone trying to turn on the TV was heard, but England was more concerned about America, who lay limp and silent in his arms, her blood also staining his clothing, but he didn't care about that at the moment.

"America! Open you goddamn eyes! America!!" England demanded to no avail, as America didn't respond.

"Mon dieu!" France exclaimed, sounding sick, both literally and figuratively.

"Oh Gott, all zhose people!" exclaimed Hungary.

"Ve...Germany, I'm scared!" cried Italy, and for once Germany didn't yell at him.

"Ryker!" screamed Netherlands, who soon ran faster than lightning out of the meeting room, leaving his terrified siblings behind.

England soon learned why America was in such pain.

In New York City, the twin towers of the World Trade Center had been struck by a plane, and ominous smoke was bursting from the North and South Tower. The news anchors, though appearing calm on the outside, were clearly disturbed and just as mortified at the event.