England gazed at the ceiling, connecting the various cracks to make very bad constellations. He hated these long periods of time between world conferences when he had no-one but his magical friends to talk to. But even they got a little boring sometimes...
England glanced at the Mac sitting on his desk – courtesy of none other than America. The man wanted England to 'get with the times', as he had put it. America had also signed him up for a video-chatting website in case he ever got lonely. Sighing, England lifted himself out of his armchair and walked over to the computer. He hit Safari and went onto the website. Of course, America was online. The moment he had logged on, he was getting a chat request from the younger nation.
"Fine." England muttered as he allowed the request, opening up a small chatroom.
stuffyenglishman has entered the chatroom
icanhazcheezburgar has entered the chatroom
England raised an eyebrow at his username. Of course it had to be something like that, America had chosen it.
icanhazcheezburgar: hey iggy how's it going
Oh wow. England rolled his eyes at America's horrible punctuation – or lack thereof. Was this really the nation he had raised?
stuffyenglishman: You know, it would do you some good to improve your writing. It's absolutely abominable.
icanhazcheezburgar: this is teh internet! are u rly so old that you have 2 point out evry error evry1 makes?
England grit his teeth at the question about his age, but he tried to ignore it. In the meantime, the man hated spelling mistakes. England prided himself on his English; it had originated from him, after all. This young man was tarnishing it's beauty!
stuffyenglishman: I can't understand your writing.
icanhazcheezburgar: ur mother
Shaking his head, England ended the chat and went back to his bed. He decided he would just stick to his magical friends for the time being.