Corruption of the Free {Book 1}

Chapter 1: 9/11

Sigh

'"Wow, how fun, am I right Tony ?" I protested. I turned to see my alien friend laying on the couch shoving burgers in his face. I taught him very well... We were watching the News Channel, but yet what kind of good comes from this channel anyways. I already got ready for the meeting today, and I found out that there was still a lot of time left, so why not use it. "Well dude, better get to the meeting! I'm gonna be hosting this one after all. I just can't believe it will be held in my country, right broha?" I smiled.
". . ."
Tony hasn't really been talking to me in a while. I hope I didn't screw up anything this time. I looked at the clock and it read 1:39 P.M., the meeting starts at 3:00. I need to leave now. "Well, um, I.. Okay, see ya!" I grabbed my bomber jacket and made my way out. It will be held in New York City, so flying there wouldn't take to long, since I live in Washington. Hmm, maybe during lunch break I can go see Prussia and Denmark to see if they can hang out with me. Yea, that sounds fine.
{Lol, way to predictable in a story, eh?}
To be honest, those two are the only countries that can actually talk to me like a normal person. The other countries don't like me, not even England or Canada. Besides Prussia and Denmark, all I have is an alien and a whale in my backyard pool to spend time with. I also have my states, but they all are scattered across the country in between their borders with there own houses to live in. It is fun to spend time with them though. Since I am going to New York City, I might as well meet New York! Yes, one of the first thirteen of my lovely beloved states.
I haven't seen a couple of them in a long while, I wonder what they are up to.
Eh, what the heck! Why not visit them somewhere this week? Yes, perfect.
I made it into my own private jet. I said hello to the pilots and made my way inside.
I will be the host for the meeting today, how fun.

{New York City / World Meeting}
"Ahhhhh, it feels good to see how alive this city is, despite the fact Americans use a mask of happiness to cover their depression or insanity!" I smiled. I heard a little mumble behind me. "What was that Alfred?" Canada whispered. "Huh? Nothing." I sighed. We stared at each other for a moment. "Alfred, if you need somebody to talk to, like if your going through tough times, you could talk to me." Yeah right, since when did you guys have time for me.
"Okay..." I mumbled, "Just don't tell anyone." We stared at each other a little longer. "Hm, Alfred, your secret is safe." Canada assured. "Thanks bro!!" I embraced Canada, but he didn't seem amused.
Wow, I kinda forgot how beautiful this building was built. I grabbed Canada's hand and dragged him along with me.
"A-Alfred, m-my w-wrist...." Canada complained. "Dude! Why are you sweating?!" I asked. He started to tear up. "P-please, let g-go, your t-to strong..."
"O-oh! So sorry Canadia!" I let go of his wrist and he started to hold on to it tightly. "Grrrr..." Canada mumbled.

"Vhat zi hell America!! Vhere vere you?!" Prussia exclaimed.
"Dude, like I had some trouble getting here, alright." I lied. I always lie... I lie to make excuses, to make time, and even to make friends.
"America you git!! You do realize your the one hosting this bloody meeting! Might as well start this meeting now!!"
Oh god, it's an angry English man approaching. I have had enough of his lectures and nagging for this week.
Aren't I independent? What is he doing?!
"Sigh, look England, I had enough of you nagging alright. Let's just wait till everyone gets here alright dude?" I asked, "otherwise it wouldn't really be gentlemanly."
"!!!!"
"Tsk, fine..." England mumbled.
"Aaaahhh, great to see you Mon Chouchou!" France embraced Canada. "Great to see you to papa." Canada smiled.
Hmmm, well maybe I am a bit jealous. Even if Canada is mostly ignored, he is still mostly loved. Even by people. Even people in this fan-, I shouldn't break the fourth wall.
"Hey America!! Maybe later for lunch we could head out to get something to eat with Prussia later!!" Denmark yelled across from one side of the room. "Yeah!! That sounds good!! Vill you agree America!!" Prussia yelled from the one of the other side of the room.
"Denmark you idiot, you could just walk up to him, not yell across the room!" Norway scolded.
"Bruder! You could just valk to him!" Germany scolded.
"Whatever/Vhatever..." Denmark and Prussia mumbled.
I watched the whole thing and wished I recorded it, but I notice Japan and his camera out. Maybe he recorded it himself. Speaking of Japan, I haven't really talked to him in a while. Maybe I should spend some time with him someday, maybe if he is free?
They both looked at me and I gave a thumbs up response to both of them. They both nodded with a smile.
These guys really were my friends after all.
Everyone seems to be here already....
Alright....
"Alright dudes!! Let's get this meeting started!!"
Everyone walked to their assigned seats and looked forward.
"So, again from last meeting, let's talk about the economy and how to stop global warming!!"
"This is the same topic we have been discussing, git!"
"I agree, how about we talk about the dept you owe me America, aru...." China glared.
"More like the dept you owe us America, ~da" Russia giggled.
"Hey!! I am very important to you guys!! Without me, you guys would start to lose money!!" I yelled.
"Tsk, and-a how you hamburger-bastard!" Romano yelled back.
"Well, I make plenty of products and send it to you guys, but I am a big consumer of products around the world. So if I died, you wouldn't ship your goods to me, and I wouldn't even give you money." I explained.
"Vhen vas America smart?" Germany questioned.
"Hm, you guys don't know me..." I mumbled.
"Vell, ve might as vell talk about something else." Prussia added.
"W-Well, like what?" I asked.
Everyone looked at each other, then at me...
I think they were starting to realize this meeting was useless. We have meetings at least 3 times a month, and the one I was hosting for the 3rd time this month was utterly useless.
"Um, well... How about we just stay here and complete papers?? Like um.. The ones our bosses assigned for us to do. We would finish them here, and when all our assignments are done, we could all throw up a pint again?" England suggested.
What did he just say? Throw up a pint again? The hell does that mean?
England saw through my confusion and said, "Oh fine! How about we hangout! If that's what Americans call it!"
"O-Oh! I get it now! Oh and by the way, never use my slang again!!" I yelled.
"Calm down amigos! Besides, I like that idea! Does anyone else agree?" Spain smiled.
"Ve~ That sounds amazing!! How about I make pasta for everyone!"
"Italy!!! How ze hell are you going to make pasta here!!" Germany yelled.
"O-oh, your right... B-but America!"
"Hm? Yea broha?"
"New York has Italian restaurants correct?"
"Yep! You should try the New York pizza!"
"Ve~ Wonderful! Let's go there Germany!!"
"Hmm, fine..."
{GerIta moments}
Everyone decided to do what England suggested, and did all their leftover paperwork.

"Alright my dudes! This is it for the meeting! Your all dismissed!" I smiled. Some countries groaned at my annoyance and stood up putting away there papers, others were organized enough and got up in their own groups and left. I decided to go meet New York now, and the others next time this week. I packed my things and headed out the building.

New York City, very busy place if you ask me, plenty of people of all sorts! New York also stays in an apartment like me. I think he is 18, sharing the same age with the original 13.
New York was, well... He is very stubborn and hard to get through... but soon enough, he is just about as nice as my other states! He has black hair, brown eyes, piercings, a bomber jacket of his own, jeans, and a t-shirt. He also wears a pair of boots. He is very secretive and quiet about himself whenever it comes to the other countries, just because of his experience of 9/11. He has very low trust. And since his experience, he is very overprotective with the other states sometimes. But I know he just wants them to be safe. He is also very strong, and can make pizza really well. I'm sure Italy enjoyed it with his little date, Germany. I think he can also make pasta, something like Alfredo. He said he named it after me. Back to the 9/11 event, he has his scars on his neck. One on the left, and the other on the right. Sometimes he told me it randomly itches out of nowhere, but I told him to ignore it. For me, one is on the left leg, the other is not the right. If you're wondering, whatever pain they feel, it hits me to.

{~ I have broken many walls  \(^w^)/~}

{~Hungary's frying pan knocked you in a flashback~}

Date: September 11, 2001
Location: New York City

I ran as fast as I could...
I need to find him, and quick...
I pasted the twin towers, but just as I saw it, I saw a hijacked air vehicle hit into one of the towers.
I felt sharp pain stab one of my legs.
"Gyack! Nngghh..."
I tripped and fell on the pavement, people running and screaming past me. I held onto my leg and tried to make the pain go away. I tried to stand, but I hit the side of a lamppost.
*pant pant*
I need to find New York...
But I need to rest, if he saw me like this, he would forget about himself and try to tend my wounds and not his own.
Just a few moments later, I looked above me to see another one of the air vehicles crash into the second tower. My other leg felt the same pain. Both of the sharp pain kept beating, like a heart...
The pain was just their, spreading...
I don't know what I did to deserve the next event, but I heard sudden rumbling...
I looked up to see both towers collapsing...
Smoke filled the air, followed by sirens and the sounds of screaming of my fellow people...
My bones in my legs were crushed, and at that point, I really couldn't walk at all. I tried to reach my phone from my pocket, but I couldn't move. Tears were streaming down from my eyes at that point.
I felt like something on my back burning, like putting alcohol on a fresh wound. The other 2 aircrafts must have crashed as well.
But the pain was unbearable, I can't focus which state also got hit. My vision started to blur, then I was flipped over by somebody and saw some people. They were probably trying to carry me and put me in the ambulance. It hurt to breath, because all I could smell was blood and smoke. It felt like breathing fire. I started to black out.
Everything around me turned black...
My regret that day was that I wasn't able to find New York...
I wasn't able to find my precious state...

{~Austria's soothing music a saved you~}

I started getting out of the building and into my car. All the other countries are getting in jets, since none of them belong here. Good. I started to drive to his apartment, eagerly squealing like a little girl to see him.
I wonder what his expression will be if I see him. I bet he will be so happy.