Breaking down A hetalia 9/11 fanfiction

Just another average day....... Or so they thought

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

England's Pov

Arthur Kirkland or England, glanced once more at his watch.
"10 minutes late. Still no sign of America?" He asked, turning to Matthew Williams, or Canada, his and Alfred F. Jones's or America's step brother.
Canada shrugged, "Should we go get him?"
England thought, then glanced at his watch again. 7:13.
England sighed. "We might as well."
Thankfully they held the meeting in London, so the expected flight time was an hour on England's private jet.
Once reaching New York at 8:00 am, the two countries caught a taxi to America's house.
The house was dark and the blinds drawn.
England and Canada got out of the taxi and looked at the seemingly abandoned house.
'What in the bloody hell is going on? America isn't ever this quiet.' England thought.
Canada pushed the door open. It was unlocked.
"America? Are you in here?" Canada called.
No response, but something was off.
The air was tainted with worry and fear.
England followed Canada inside.
They walked through the dark house searching for America.
Finally they found the one room that wasn't dark.
America's room.
England walked in to find the presence of his brother.
America was hunched over a desk, but the worry lines etched into his forehead were still visible.
"Well there you are!" England exclaimed.
America didn't answer.
"Come on, Al. You were late!" England scolded.
"You don't feel it then?" America asked softly.
"Feel what?" Canada asked.
"Some thing is off about the city. Like it's being watched. Stalked, is a better term." America said, his voice gaining some strength.
"Well everything looks fine, so we need to go." England said growing impatient.
"No. England, something's coming. And I need to find out."
England sighed. "Fine. But I won't fill you in on what you missed."
He turned to leave and walked out the door.
Canada followed.
England checked his watch.
'8:20. Damn it.' England mentally swore.
The two decided if they were there they might as well see the World Trade Towers.
As they walked the large towers came into view.
"Each time I see them they take my breath away." Canada exclaimed softly.
England nodded in agreement.
He checked his watch.
8:30.
'We should leave soon.' England planned in his head.
As they stared up once more at the towers they turned to leave, when an ear-splitting roar covered the sounds of traffic.
A shadow covered the brisk sidewalk.
People looked up and gasped.
A scream rang out.
"They are flying to low! They're going to hit the towers!" England looked up to see a plane crash strait into the side of the North tower.