"Whatcha watching, Iggy?" America casually asked.
"It's not Iggy, you git," England snapped, turning his attention from the television to his cheeky younger brother. "Use my proper given name if you would be so kind."
"But your middle name IS Ignatius," America replied cheerfully. England sighed and turned back to the TV...
"But what are you watching, dude?" America asked again. England glared at him.
"Monty Python's Flying Circus."
"What's it about?"
England gave America a look that could melt stone. "Monty Python," he answered, pronouncing each word very slowly and deliberately, "is perhaps one of the greatest, most brilliant comedy groups ever. And this is their program."
"Is it kinda like Mr. Bean?" America asked. "Because he's funny."
England sighed again and rubbed his forehead. "Why do you talk so bloody much?"
"Dude, chill, I just wanted to know what you were watching," America retorted. "You're practically glued to it."
"Well, I've told you," England answered him shortly. "Now either shut up and leave or sit down, shut up and watch." America was curious, so he decided to watch...
What's going to happen, you ask? Watch this space... America's very overactive imagination will soon take over. And for the record, yes, I do love Monty Python.
