9/11 AmericaXRussia.

America got out of the taxi in his suit and tie, he was sleepy, it was about 6 in the morning. Russia had accompanied him, something about fixing country relationships, he wasn't really paying attention. He was glad though, because he wanted to get to know the other for a while, everyone seemed so afraid of him, but being the hero, he wanted to prove he wasn't scary, just a bit....violent? He said, "Come on, we gotta go to DC after this." He walked in the streets of New York and he saw the twin towers, he always liked them, they were very tall and he would always ride to the top floor. He waited for Russia.

Russia was to sleepy to think. He got out of the cab waring a suit and tie like America. He winced at how many business trips he had to take with America. He liked America, but he didn't like traveling. He looked at the 2 towers. The sun blazed off the windows and it almost hurt his eyes to look at it. He walked with America. "This is one trip 2 many..." He said softly and still 1/2 asleep. He wished that they could have at least wait until 8. But he smiled at America and put of with it. He had learned to tune out the loudness of the city. Cars, plains, talking, people, subways...all of it. He came to love the American city, it was a good vacations pot, but he didnt think he would be able to live there for vary long.

America chuckled and said, "I know, hey go wait for me at a coffee shop or something, it shouldn't take me that long big guy." he laughed, "Plus it looks like you're gonna pass out!" he teased. As they got closer to the building he pointed to a nice looking coffee shop, "there looks nice, I'll meet up with ya there once I get the documents." he grinned at him. All the traeling wore him out, but it was a nice day and he was spending it with Russia so it was okay, he yawned and said, "Man I need some coffee." he said to himself.

Russia smiled sleepy and walked in the coffee shop with out a word. He walked in and ordered the coffee. Another good thing about America is that everyone was so friendly and nice. He went and sat down waiting looking at the entrace of the building and smiling as America ran in. He sighed and took a drink of the coffee, loving the bitter sweet of the drink and never adding sugar and creamer. He closed his eyes for a slip second. He looked up and watched plains dance overhead. Twisting and turning before landing at airports. He watched one or 2 plains land. But one plain looked like it was going down just a bit to fast. He watched it with almost no concern at all. But still kept his eyes on it

America waved bye to Russia and power walked to the building. He opened the doors and pushed for the elevator. HE groaned as he waited for it, 4 other people waiting for the same on. There was a ding and the elevator doors opened and numerous people flooding out of them, the mornings were always busy, but it was about 7 in the freakin' morning! He stepped in and pressed the button for the 17th floor, he whistled to himself to keep himself occupied, the people around him looking slightly annoyed, but not saying anything. His thoughts went to Russia, and he didn't want to keep him waiting too long. The door opened and he stepped out into the busy floor, he asked for some documents, but was told he woould have to wait. He sighed and told them it was a bit rushed, but they still told him to wait. He sat in one of the chairs and looked out the windows seeing 2 planes, he smiled, he liked riding planes, but they seemed a bit off. He just brushed it off and pulled out his Nokia and played snake.

Russia sighed and kept his eyes on the plain. It was odd, getting faster instead of slower. He watched it get closer and lower to the city. His gaze from the plain to the towers carefully. He turned and noticed the other people in the coffee shop looking at the plain, like even for here this was not normal. He grabbed his coffees and hurried up and to the twin towers. The pride of the New York sky Line. The plain was now dangerously closer to the buildings and he noticed propel on there phones. He started up and gasped in horror as he figured out what was happening. The plain hit the side of the tower making the ground shake and a huge cloud of fire and smoke exploded form the building. In the 3 seconds that the plain hit, the city exploded in panic. People scram and run in all different ways. He didn't know what floor America was on, but the plain his high up, not near the lower floors, but if it collapsed... He felt his chest instantly start to burn and a horrific wave of fear washed over him. He just stood for a few seconds, processing what had just happened. He droped what he was holding and didn't notice tears at his eyes.

America tapped his fingers on the arm rest of the chair as he waited for those documents, he continued to look outside, he saw the plane get closer, and something told him something was wrong, the plane continued to get closer. He wasn't the only one seeing what he was seeing, a commotion started and and people began to talk nervously amongst themselves. His eyes widen as he saw the plane go up, he stood up and then felt it hit as the building shook from the interception. People began to scream and the lights went off, every began to run around and many people crowded to the elevator, which was now out of order. He couldn't help but panic, it didn't hit his floor, but it was pretty close as stuff fell from the ceiling, there were still people on the floor, and he felt it as his heroic duty and his duty as a country to save his people, he began yelling, "Use the stairs, come on, leave your stuff behind!" he couldn't die but he felt sick to his stomach, he wasn;t going to die, but he feared for the people who didn't have the same privilege. He looked outside and saw another plane, this one a lot closer to the floor he was on.

Russia sprinted in to the towers. He ran against a river of people running down the stairs. He saw stuff fall down from the ceilings and lights from the emergency workers car lights making the monument even more horrible. He stopped for a second on each floor, "AMERICA!" He scram, he fell back down down the stair wells when the second plain it. He hit the back of his neck and face, cutting his forhead in the stairs. He caught himself on someone running down. He quickly got un and continued running up the stirs. He got slowly dissy from the hit on his neck. He knew the plain had hit the floors closer to him. He was crying now, the cut on his head running down his face, turning the ends of his bangs red and going down farter and mixing with the tears of panic. He continued running, the smell of iron, gas, and smoke growing even stronger. "AMERICA" He scarm even louder. He felt his neck turing to a numb dull and his forehead getting even bloodier, his fast heart rate just feeding the cut

America was pushed by the people he was trying to help, he was too much in panic to cry now, a woman he gotten her leg caught under some ruble, he went back to help her, and then he heard someone faintly call his name. He paid no mind to it thinking it was just someone in a state of panic, he went up the stairs and helped whoever was on that floor get downstairs, he yelled out, "Anyone up here!" looking for survivors as the smoke entered his lungs, he coughed and he looked out the window and saw people jump, his eyes widen and his heart broke at the desperation of the people, he felt useless and tears welled in his eyes, "Anyone here!?" he yelled out again, he was happy and glad to know that he hadn't brought Russia into the building. He continued to cough as he breathed in the black smoke and dust. No one left, he went up higher, the higher he went the more smoke there was.

Russia cried, running up as America did. He stopped when the smoke was getting a bit much. He ran up. Sobbing "[b]A..America!"[i] He couched on the smoke. He stopped on a floor with no one, his bangs being entirely red and face being trashed. He wished he could find America. He saw poeple fall down, and he didnt really care. America was not there. He fell to his knees and just sobbed for a second. He got up and kept going up. He saw the hole in the other building. He stopped running as the ground shifted. He continued running, looking out the broken windows as the other tower came down on the city. A horrified look crossed his face. Everyone in the building would probobly be killed. He closed his eyes and ran, blood and tears running off of his face. He continued runnning, gagging on smoke. "A...A..America!" He scram, hoping they hered him

America continued to go higher and his nose began to bleed, he looked at his hand and coughed out, "Shit." he wiped it off on his suit sleeve with red staining it. He felt sick and nauseous, like he wanted to throw up, he heard a man calling for help, the poor bastard would have been left to die. America heard his name again and the thick accent behind it, his eyes widen, 'No, he's still outside and he's still in the coffee shop watching the build.' he panicked, Russia was outside, he said to himself. THe man had broken his leg and so America picked him up and had to carry him down he heard cracking noises as a large desk fell from the floor above hitting him and the man. He bleed as it hit him and saw the man that was once in his arms under the desk not moving or saying anything. America let out a sob, he couldn't save him he didn't save him. He pushed the desk from over the man and saw that had head was bleeding and that he wsn't moving, his tears fell freely, "Damnit!" he yelled. He continued to cough as the smoke hit his face, he was no hero, he couldn't even save one man. He ran and bumped into someone taller than him and fell back.

Russia turned around and looked at a shorter man. His eyes opened wider and saw that it was America. He looked at the desk and he jumped on top of America pulling him up. "A..america!' He gasped through the smoke. He looked at the blood running down Americas face and he looked like he had just been to hell and back, he could bet that he didnt lok any better. He smiled "America...." He breathed out. He looked at him crying still. "I need to help you..." He said, gasping again. He didnt wait and continued running up the stairs, coughing, but still running. He didnt want to lose America and his head twisted and his visone doubled over. He didnt have time to think, he wanted to make sure america was ok, that was it. He sobbed again. If the second tower they wee in fell..... He turned back to America for a hot second. "The second tower fell" He sobbed, but smiled at the same time. He found America. HE was happy, because he found America.

America couldn't help but let out a small broken smile when he saw Russia, he went into the building to find him. He looked horrible and was bleeding, he said, "Russia." he was glad to see him, "You dumbass, what are you doing here, you were supposed to wait in the coffee shop!" he was dragged off by the Russian and didn't protest and then Russia had told him that the second tower had fallen and he knew he felt it as his nose bled again he pulled against Russia and said, "There's still people in the building, and I'll be damned if I just leave them here to die!"

Russia turned to America, still sobbing. "I dont want you to leave me..." He said softly, but he let go, letting him and America oull pulled back in to the building. He still couched and gages on teh chemical smoke. He ran back up the stairs, not wanting to leave America. He continued running and grabbed armfuls of people pass out. He carried them back down. He looked at America, making sure he was ok.

America couldn't help but blush a bit when the Russian had said that, when did this happen, when did he start develop feelings for the other man, when they were only supposed to be friends and allies. He cracked a small and sincere and said, "Thank you." he was sincere and extremely grateful that he had let him go, his body had ached from when the desk fell on him, he had the man he was supposed to save blood on his shirt and ran up the stairs to search for more people, but most were dead, he he continued to try and hold back tears for the people he couldn't save. He saw the Russian helping his people and continued to search for survivors, he felt the building shake, it was falling, he said, to Ivan, "We need to get the hell out!" the building was beginning to crash down, starting from the top.

Russia grabbed Americas hand and a desperate woman holding a child with the other. He pulled them both down the stairs and then the prussure started being altered. A huge blast of wind pounded down the stairwell. The building pushing down forced the air down. He jumped flights down at a time. the air helping, not hurting. He continued pulling the 2 down and he got to the lower floors. He cried still and noticed that the building would crash on top of them. He saw the light at the end of the stairs and the woman put the child in his hand instead of her hand. He looked at her, but she smiled. He cried and just looked at her for a second. He turned his head back to the light. The woman let go and stood still. He cried and contniued running. Him America and the baby got out on only seconds with time. He air turned black and he triped over somthing. He let go of Americas hand and wraped his arms around the child. The air cleared to slowly, he got up, felling for America with one hand and holding teh sobbing child with the other.

America ran with Russia holding his hand and the woman, he gave her look of confusion and said, "Keep running!" but was dragged off by Russia, as he held the child, he cried, for the woman, for his people. He coughed as some of the dust entered his lungs but damn it he would keep going. THey made it out and he saw the building crash down and just looked with wide eyes as tears spilled from them. He held the child along with Russia and tried to stay strong for the child, but he let out sobs as he cried and buired his head in Russia's shoulder, "My people." he said in an almost whisper.

Russia held the sobbing baby in one arm and America in the other. "Sh..." He said softly. He stood up, holding them both and walking away. He walked away and to the city. Roaring with panic and sheer horrifaction. He put America over his shoulder and held the child with both hands, blancing America on his shoulder. He still sobbed. "A..America...its ok...its ok....you will be fine...Your nation will be fine..." He tried telling him. But he just watched a good part of his city be crushed. He sobbed and kept his breath steady.

America went closer to the Russian's warmth, he was no better than the child currently crying because the loss of its mother. He was breathing to try and keep himself from crying and trying to calm himself, the blood of the man he had tried to save on his shirt and his head had a wound of its own from the desk and said, ".....Thanks.." he told the tall Russian.

Russia walked in to a apartment that he come to learn as Americas apartemtn. The city was in panic and he walked around with no trouble. He opened Americas door witch had been left unlocked. He sat America laying down on the couch and he kept the child in his hands. He tried to help America, that was not easy. "America, Its going to be OK, Russia will help America rebuild, it will be fine, I will help.." He cooed at him, rubbing his back He couldnt think,everything still needed to chetch up to him. He just sat and held the child close to him. He didnt, he coulnt, what the hell jsut happend?>

America was on the couch and glanced at Ivan and the child every so often he felt sick to his stomach and he got up and grabbed some tissues because his nose wouldn't start bleeding. He said, "It's a building, it can be re-built." but the people who died would never come back and said, "What are we gonna do with the kid Ivan?" using his human name out of informality.

Russia staried at the kid for a long, long time, not saying anything. He tried thinking of it logically. "America, you need to get to rest, it could not be good to watch that happen..." He just looked at the baby. It was a pretty girl, he could tell because of the pink dress she was in. He smiled donw at the child, here eyes looked pure black and had darker skin. He tunred to America. "Her mother was in the towers..." He said, knowing that he explained it all with that. He brushed the childs hair out of her face. He knew that he was not crying now, he had seen to much death for that.

America buried his head in his hands and let out a long sigh, "I couldn't save them, not a damn person." it wasn't the first person he had lost, he had lost some good soldiers, but the difference was that they knew that they had a chance of dying the man looked at him, not knowing he was going to die, thinking he was going to live, but America let him down. He looked at Russia holding the girl, what were they going to do with her, he had told the child's mother to keep running but she just stood thee, another person he let down.

Russia rubbed Americas back. "You did all you can..." He held the baby out to America, who had fallen asleep in his arms. He set the baby on Americas back. "Its ok, I have razed human children before, its ok" He smiled at the child. He pulled America up to sit up. He wachted America. "She knew she would not make it, America, why should have the little gril have to go with her?" He asked sadly. He pulled the child back in to his arms, racking back and forth slightly.

America looked at the baby, he had taken care of kids, but never raised them. He felt the baby on his back, and put his arms behind and picked it up carefully and craddled the sleeping child, his face softening into a small smile, "They could have both lived." what would become of her, foster care, would she get adopted? He couldn't take care of it on his own. He looked over to Ivan and continued to smile, "Thanks." 'I love you' he added mentally.