I like the idea of Australia as this grubby little beast of a child, somewhere between free-spirited and absolutely feral. I think he must in many ways remind England of himself as a kid, you know - a scrappy, stubborn, pint-sized troublemaker lurking in the bushes, nipping at the heels of his elders and betters - but in a way that just makes England harder on him, determined to pin him down and box him up and make a decent young gentleman of him. Civilized. Obedient.

And... I'm sure you can see where this is going. Of course, it's very relevant to my interests to think of little Australia running away from his lessons or his bath or whatever stupid boring shit England has on the agenda... and England being led on a merry chase and getting redder in the face and more annoyed by the hour... and then finally dragging that brat back home by the ear, and then...

...and then it'd be time for some much-needed discipline, yes? :)a