Nittende september:
Global:
Good heavens, England thought as he listened to his former colony talking while walking around one of his more absurd-looking houses; it looked exactly like a pirate ship (though he'd to admit that it was accurate). Is that how America thinks we pirates talked back in the days, he continued thinking. True they'd never cared about grammar or eloquence, but there had been some level of trying to sound like simple sea-faring merchants. After all, it was never wise to reveal your true nature before you knew that you could get away from it; alive.
Still, he'd to admit it was amusing to listen to America (and the other Nations) talking in the West Country dialect. With an American affliction.
Author's notes:
I don't own Hetalia