Author's note: This is sort of a headcanon thing I made up... with a touch of comedy at the end. It's short so I put it in here. Toy Story fans rejoice!
DISCLAIMER: This is historically inaccurate to an obnoxious degree! I'm sure you can pick out all the reasons why *cough cough television was invented in the 1900s, and Toy Story was created much after that etc... just enjoy the story*
Colonial times, 1607-1776:
When childhood America was growing up in England's house, the TV was a never-ending fight between BBC News and Woody's Roundup, switching back and forth channels constantly.
Present Day, 2016:
England steps into the quiet living room in the empty house, slips off his penny loafers and settles down in the lounge chair.
He takes the remote and turns the TV on to BBC News.
The British gentleman rests his head in his right hand, elbow resting on the armchair, and sighs.
After a few minutes he starts to get impatient and jumps out of the chair to check the windows.
No one was outside in the vicinity of his house, so he closes all the curtains and sneakily slips back into the lounge chair.
England grabs the remote and changes the channel to Woody's Roundup.
The familiar tune "It's time for Woody's Roundup!" starts to play setting a deep, relaxed smile into nervous England's features until suddenly the front door is thrown open.
America: HEY ENGLAND!
The remote flies into the air, England dives face first into the carpet, the remote falls into his hands and the channel changes back to BBC News a second too late.
He forgot to lock the door.