Tjuefjerde september:
USA:
America sighed and rubbed a hand over his face.
National Punctuation Day was upon him again, and every year it was expected of him that he finds a sizeable amount of spelling errors around his country. America would be the first to admit that he wasn't the best at spelling and punctuation, so England offered every year to do the work for him.
An offer America readily accepted every year.
He loved his boyfriend, and he was thrilled to have him "help him" every year with his "workload" of finding spelling errors in everyday life. And he knew that he'd accepted the help; it was just that hidden among the many, many examples of spelling errors England sent him, he'd snuck in the Americanized version of writing words, so he was still forced to read them all before posting them.
Which he figured had been England's intentions all along.
Author's notes:
I know, I know. I'm super late with all my current stories. My only defense is: Uni life is no joke and it has left me little to no time for anything else. However, I'm getting used to it, and will be better in the future in balancing the scales.
I hope.