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🇸🇪Scars⚠️⚠️ (1)🇺🇸

Warning: events of 9/11
Ship: Sweden x America
Word count: 1128

Sweden trudged into the office with a coffee cup in his hand as he was a bit early he relaxed and took his time. When he arrived in the conference room he sat down at his assigned seat in between Denmark and Norway.

He greeted Germany and China as they were already at their assigned seats doing some paperwork to kill the time. They greeted back and then adverted their attention back to their desks and Sweden took a gulp of his hot coffee.

Soon countries started to pile in and soon everyone was there and the meeting began. It started with Great Britain greeting them all before talking about the points they were going to discuss.

Sweden sighed as he stayed silent drinking his coffee as he listened to what the other discussed finding this meeting incredibly boring. He was snapped out of his boring state as he heard Russia and America starting to argue more loudly.

He sighed and straightened up in his seat before saying, "Let's move on shall we?" Looking at the two younger countries with a bored expression and getting glares back.

"Keep out of this and go cry about Aland," America retorted back with a growl earning a gasp from Great Britain who looked at him disappointed. "America stop this instant," The older country said with a strict tone making the younger huff and cross his arms as he slumped down in the chair.

They continued with the meeting until they came to the end with Germany asking, "does anyone want to bring up any more points?" making America raise his hand.

Germany nodded in confirmation as he waited for the country to speak. "Norway should cut down on his oil prices they are getting to high," He said as he looked over to the part of the table where the Nordics sat.

Norway shook his head, "No I will not do that. I charge my oil of how much it's worth if you don't like it buy from another country," he said sternly making his point but America insisted.

"If you don't lower the price we may go into a low cyclically," America said as he lowered his sunglasses to seem more intimidating but not working on the old Viking.

"Look here kid, the world goes in and out of low and high cyclically but it will not be because of my oil prices," He said sternly once again now getting a bit tired by the younger country.

Sweden listened closely to them as they argued back and forth and started to grow tired. "Amerika, Norge will not lower his prices so stop trying to convince him," He said as he looked towards the angry country.

America stood up and pointed at the older country. "Stay out of thi-" He was cut off as he felt great pain on his chest like something was tearing him apart. The ground shook and everyone started to panic.

Then came the screams in his head making him hold his head in pain. Then came another strike of pain even greater than the last one and yelled out in pain as he fell down to the ground, holding onto the table for support.

The ground shook yet again and Germany ran up to a close-by window letting out a large gasp. "Two planes have flown into the one World Trade Center!" He screamed out as he saw the buildings slowly fall to the ground.

Canada ran to his brother's side to check for wounds or anything and when he lifted the t-shirt the other country wore he could see the two gaping gashed in his upper chest. "Ame I need you to breathe slowly," he said as he looked at his pained brother.

Sweden felt himself lift from the chair and ran up to the younger countries. He slowly and gently took off America's shirt so he could examine the wounds further.

America tried to hold back yet the screams of pain of his people and the pain growing in his chest were too much for him to handle. He could feel tears starting to fall down his cheeks as he gritted his teeth. "Please... it hurts..." He croaked out as he tugged at Sweden's shirt sleeve.

Sweden looked at the pained boy with a frown, "Germany do you see any hospitals nearby? His wounds are deep," he said as he picked up the younger country bridal style.

"Yes there is one in this building," he said as he walked in front of Sweden leading him towards where he remembered the small hospital wing was placed.

America held onto Sweden's shirt tightly as he tried to hold back the wails he wanted to let out. The older country didn't care about it and let him do it because he knew what such pain feels like.

"It hurts so much..." America said as he inhaled sharply as the tears kept on streaming down his cheeks. "I know, I know. Hold on a bit longer and soon it will be over," Sweden whispered with a reassuring voice as he picked up his pace.

"Feel... tired..." America said as his grip started to loosen on the shirt he held so tightly before. Sweden's face dropped, "Tyskland snabbt, var ligger den?!" He screamed in Swedish out of fear.

Germany could sense the panic in the Nordics man's voice and started running towards the hospital wing, "Gleich um die Ecke!" He said as they could see the door.

"Doctor!" Germany screamed and surely a man walked out of the door before the arrived at it. Sweden ran into the small room used for emergencies and put America down on the bed.

The doctor was confused at first but then soon went to analyzing the wounds and looked back at them, "he'll survive but there will be scars. Now get out so I can focus." He said as he pushed them out.

Sweden sighed as the door closed and slid down the wall with his hands buried in his hair. Soon after Great Britain, France and all of their sons came running towards them.

"Will he be okay?!" Uk screamed in terror as he looked towards the door. Germany nodded, "the Doctor said there will be scars then shooed us out of the room to stitch up the wounds," he said and the two parents sighed out in relief.

Sweden looked up at France with a serious face, "please take care of him. He will need all the support he needs," he said to the other country with a more serious tone. France nodded also knowing how much pain you went through with such a large event.