"You know, we could have picked something better and more entertaining than this to do while you're visiting," America whined as he and England waited for the valet to bring their car around to the front of the hotel.

"I don't know anyone who complains the way you do, you plonker," England growled. "I want to go see the orchestra, and that is what we are going to do." He shook his head, appalled at his younger brother's foolishness. America said nothing as they both climbed into the car, but after a few minutes he began squirming in his seat.

"Alfred, what are you doing?" England exclaimed, exasperated.

America groaned and tugged at his tie. "You know I hate wearing these stupid gorilla suits." England muttered something to himself that America thought it was probably good not to hear. "Hey, will there be food at this thing?" America asked. "I'm really hungry. I mean, seriously."

"When are you not hungry?" England snapped in return. "And there will be refreshments, but that doesn't mean you can gorge yourself silly on them."

Before long they arrived at the concert hall... "Pah-don meeee," America remarked in a mock-upper-class tone as he and England took their seats among the rather well-heeled assembly of patrons.

"Don't embarrass me, boy," England muttered to him. "Please."

"Couldn't we have, ya know, gone to see... um, Paul McCartney or someone like that?" America complained. (That was the first British musician to pop into America's head.) "At least he was a Beatle... you like the Beatles, don't you?"

"Alfred," England said wearily.

"Just sayin'," America replied morosely. He started to say more, but was shushed by England as the orchestra was being seated on stage. He settled back into his seat with a loud groan, which earned him an elbow to the ribs and a laser-beam glare from his older brother.

"Just. Shut. Up," England hissed. America decided it was best not to try him...

To his surprise, America found he wasn't as bored as he thought he'd be. He kept a mental tally of the pieces he recognized from movies, TV programs, other places... hey! The theme from... or, wasn't that on... whoa, I am actually enjoying this, he thought. Sur-real.

England, too, was pleasantly surprised. Perhaps the lad will prove me wrong after all, he thought as he glanced at his very attentive younger sibling. When intermission commenced, England turned to America and commented, "Not so bad after all, hmm?"

"No, this is actually pretty cool," America replied. He then proceeded to recite his mental list to England, who shook his head and chuckled ruefully.

At least the boy is behaving himself, England thought as the second half of the program resumed. "Now," the concertmaster intoned pleasantly, "we will begin the second half of our evening with a work from John Philip Sousa..."

America perked up immediately. He was a little familiar with Sousa. I like his stuff, he thought. It's really... patriotic or something. "The Liberty Bell March." The orchestra began to play, and America thought, Now where have I heard this before? It sounds really familiar... it sounds like... it's...

"Heh heh heh..." he chucked quietly when he realized where he'd heard it before. England turned around and looked at him. "Dude, seriously, picture this," America whispered. "Imagine, right now..." he gestured to the stage. "What if a gigantic foot came down and smashed the orchestra?" America giggled. "Splat!" England just stared at him for a moment and the corners of his mouth twitched. Oh crap, America thought. My big mouth is going to catch me hell again...

Then, without warning, England began to laugh. His laughing made America laugh, which in turn made England laugh harder. That set America off again, on and on in a vicious cycle. It wasn't long until all the people around them were gawking in astonishment and a stern-looking usher was shining a small flashlight in their faces...

"Dude, I'm sorry I got us kicked out of there," America gasped, wiping his eyes as he settled into his seat in the car. England, still chuckling, just waved his hand.

"Pfffff," he told America. "The mental image was quite amusing, to be honest."

"But still, I'm sorry I got us in trouble," America answered.

England just waved his hand again. "We should have gone to see Paul McCartney."

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Little ooc Iggy there at the end... but he's a Python fan too...
I based this on a conversation I had with a friend one time about the piece of music in question, which, for those who can't draw the connection... is the theme to "Monty Python's Flying Circus". I told my friend that I didn't think I could take the piece of music seriously because... well... my mental image would be the same as Alfie's.
Also, two internets to whoever guesses the other opening credits reference I threw in there. And no, it's not the gigantic foot... there is another one.