She only wanted to see what he saw.

[Name] sighed out of slight jealousy upon listening to her beloved speak to the mythical creatures that only he and his brothers could see. She too yearned to talk with those beings just as England did and understand why he loved them so.

No, she couldn't see nor hear them except for the faint tinkle of a bell, signaling that the faerie have came to visit.

Upon hearing [Name]'s sigh, England's attention turned from Flying Mint Bunny to his slightly distressed lover. "What's wrong, poppet?" he asked in concern.

"I wanna be able to speak to your friends too!" she whined childishly.

England chuckled softly. It was for this reason that he fell in love with her. Whereas most would scoff in disbelief, [Name] would continuously ask questions about his mythical friends in curious interest.

"All your friends sound so nice and fun to be around," [Name] lamented. "If I can't see or hear them, I do want to be able to feel them at least."

England pondered upon [Name]'s words until an idea struck him.

"Come here, love," England instructed gently as he helped [Name] onto his lap. He placed his hands over hers and directed them to where Flying Mint Bunny was, aiding [Name] in petting the floating rabbit.

"T-this is Flying Mint Bunny?" she asked, amazement and wonder reaching her face as she felt a warm ball of fluff

"Yes, my love," England whispered into her ear.

"This is amazing!" She laughed. "I'm sure you're very cute, Flying Mint Bunny."

Upon saying that, [Name] felt the fluff ball leaver her and England's joined hands, but felt a tickle against her cheek.

England smiled broadly. "Flying Mint Bunny likes you a lot," he said, allowing his arms to circle [Name]'s waist.

[Name] giggled. "I'm glad." [Name] turned around carefully on England's lap and began to trace his face gently with her hands. "I hope our future children will be able to see what you can see," she whispered upon tracing his eyes with her fingers.

England kissed her forehead. "I'm sure they will…"

England frowned for he knew that deep down, [Name] would've and should've been able to see and hear his mythical friends just as he did…

And yet…

Her dull and murky eyes would never allow her to see them.*

"One day, you'll be able to see them."

* Note: The reason why you can't hear England's friends, except for the sounds the faerie make, is due to the whole "seeing is believing" thing. You may believe in them in your heart, but your sight, or lack of, doesn't allow you to hear what you say. You may argue that being blind increases your ability to hear well, but I take it that because you hear so many things clearly, what the mythical creatures say becomes muddled to your ears.