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compos-dementis.livejournal.com posting in usxuk Sep. 11th, 2010 01:45 pm)Title: Remember September
Author: Dementis
Fandom: APH
Pairing: UKUS, if you squint
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Summary: It has been nine years since the attack on the World Trade Center.
In Moscow, Ivan sits calmly with his president and makes decisions on how to solve the horrid fires spreading across the wide nation. His head hurts and his skin burns, and it's only after he checks the date that he remembers to call. He gets no response.
In Ottawa, Matthew speaks in hushed tones to discuss pulling his troops from the Kandahar Province, though he knows that today is really not the day to do such things; he too slips his cell phone (rarely used) out of his pocket and presses the speed dial to get in touch with his brother. And he too is left without an answer.
In Mexico City, Maria flattens the thin tortilla dough and thinks she's forgotten something important. She shrugs it off as her own forgetful nature and begins to make breakfast for herself and her brother. Pablo buries his hands in soapy water before helping his sister cook, then remembers the importance of the date and dials Alfred's number by memory on his house phone. He stands in silence as it rings, and is met with no reply.
Most of the world goes oblivious or unaware or simply uncaring, too caught up in their own problems to notice when the phone of the United States is left untouched.
In London, Arthur wakes and immediately reaches for the phone, fumbles to dial it because he's always been terrible with technology, and waits. It rings as he expected it to, clicks to voicemail, and he tries again. He tries seven times over before giving up on reaching his former son, and listens to the outgoing message on Alfred's cell phone.
"Hey there, you've reached the cell phone of Alfred Jones. I guess I can't get to the phone right now; but if you leave your name, number, and why you called, I'll try to get back to you as soon as I can."
Following it is the tone that requests one to leave a message. And Arthur does.
It's a short message, simple in speech, but hopes that it'll be just enough to drag Alfred back into the sunlight, where the boy has always belonged. He hangs up and lies back down and doesn't go back to sleep, but rather wonders if he'd expressed himself well enough. Doubtfully, he leaves another message, and tells Alfred that he's sorry.
In New York City, not Washington D.C., Alfred Jones listens to his cell phone ring and makes no move to answer it. He curls up on his couch and watches the footage again and again until his eyes burn.
"Remember September," he whispers, though knows that no one can hear it. It wasn't meant to be heard anyway.
Author: Dementis
Fandom: APH
Pairing: UKUS, if you squint
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Summary: It has been nine years since the attack on the World Trade Center.
In Moscow, Ivan sits calmly with his president and makes decisions on how to solve the horrid fires spreading across the wide nation. His head hurts and his skin burns, and it's only after he checks the date that he remembers to call. He gets no response.
In Ottawa, Matthew speaks in hushed tones to discuss pulling his troops from the Kandahar Province, though he knows that today is really not the day to do such things; he too slips his cell phone (rarely used) out of his pocket and presses the speed dial to get in touch with his brother. And he too is left without an answer.
In Mexico City, Maria flattens the thin tortilla dough and thinks she's forgotten something important. She shrugs it off as her own forgetful nature and begins to make breakfast for herself and her brother. Pablo buries his hands in soapy water before helping his sister cook, then remembers the importance of the date and dials Alfred's number by memory on his house phone. He stands in silence as it rings, and is met with no reply.
Most of the world goes oblivious or unaware or simply uncaring, too caught up in their own problems to notice when the phone of the United States is left untouched.
In London, Arthur wakes and immediately reaches for the phone, fumbles to dial it because he's always been terrible with technology, and waits. It rings as he expected it to, clicks to voicemail, and he tries again. He tries seven times over before giving up on reaching his former son, and listens to the outgoing message on Alfred's cell phone.
"Hey there, you've reached the cell phone of Alfred Jones. I guess I can't get to the phone right now; but if you leave your name, number, and why you called, I'll try to get back to you as soon as I can."
Following it is the tone that requests one to leave a message. And Arthur does.
It's a short message, simple in speech, but hopes that it'll be just enough to drag Alfred back into the sunlight, where the boy has always belonged. He hangs up and lies back down and doesn't go back to sleep, but rather wonders if he'd expressed himself well enough. Doubtfully, he leaves another message, and tells Alfred that he's sorry.
In New York City, not Washington D.C., Alfred Jones listens to his cell phone ring and makes no move to answer it. He curls up on his couch and watches the footage again and again until his eyes burn.
"Remember September," he whispers, though knows that no one can hear it. It wasn't meant to be heard anyway.
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♥ it~
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Also, your icon is amazing. <3333
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This is very touching, really well written <3
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Even if I am an Indonesian and not an American, 9/11 pieces never failed to make me tear up. Thank you for this wonderful piece. I enjoyed it. A lot.
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